The great array collapsed, and the great demon’s body perished.

Feng Xi, who was nurtured from the Black Mountain Stronghold, died upon the Five Elements Demon-Slaying Great Array constructed above the Black Mountain Stronghold. Finally, with the collapse of the array, both perished together.

Tongxian City also gradually revived.

Refining Artifact Row and Refining Pill Row still existed, the refining artifact furnace and refining pill furnace intact. Other rows within the city were also unaffected.

The deep mountains were almost destroyed in one go, but the outer and inner mountains were not greatly impacted.

Hunter of Demons could still enter the mountains to hunt demons.

Hunter of Demons hunted demons, refining artifact masters refined artifacts, refining pill masters refined pills, and then conducted trade…

Soon, everything returned to normal operation.

Moreover, in the Great Black Mountain, a wide, convenient mountain road was added.

This was opened up by all the cultivators united to construct the great array.

Having this mountain road was convenient for cultivators from Tongxian City to enter and exit the mountains, and also facilitated the coming and going of merchants to enter Tongxian City to conduct trade.

Gradually, Tongxian City regained its vitality.

The streets gradually became lively, and more and more cultivators came and went.

Not long in the future, it would perhaps become even more prosperous…

Elder Yu was very busy. He had to attend to the reconstruction of Tongxian City, the revival of cultivation production, and the aftermath of Feng Xi’s matter.

Some places within the city also needed array laws.

However, Mo Hua’s knowledge sea was damaged and he temporarily could not use divine sense, much less draw array laws.

Therefore, in places where array laws were needed, other array masters helped, with Mo Hua guiding them from the side.

Where to draw correctly, where to draw incorrectly, Mo Hua would tell them everything.

If they had any doubts about array laws, Mo Hua would also point them out.

Other array masters all called Mo Hua “little mister,” performed a half-disciple ritual, and were extremely respectful, feeling awe towards Mo Hua.

They knew that the great array had come from the hand of this “little mister.”

Moreover, the great array self-destructed, and this little mister was still safe and sound. This kind of array law attainment was simply inconceivable to them.

Mo Hua was kind and approachable, with no airs. They would often ask him about things, and he would answer.

Just a few sentences could make them suddenly understand.

This was the favor of “transmitting Dao, teaching profession, and resolving doubts.”

This also made them endlessly grateful in their hearts.

Mo Hua carried his small hands and “guided” everyone to draw array laws, but these array laws were all too simple, making Mo Hua feel a bit bored.

He wanted to draw some more difficult, more profound array laws.

Several days later, Mo Hua’s divine sense had almost healed.

Although he couldn’t overuse it in a short time and couldn’t draw array laws non-stop like before.

But as long as he controlled his divine sense consumption, he could appropriately start trying to draw some complex array laws.

During the day, Mo Hua drew several Reverse Spirit Arrays, reviewing them slightly.

In the evening, at Zi Shi time, Mo Hua impatiently sank his divine sense into his knowledge sea, arriving in front of the Dao Stele.

Above this Dao Stele was an array pattern from Mo Hua’s heart and mind.

He had glimpsed it from the tribulation thunder, that one stroke of an immortal pattern on the Heavenly Dao Great Array!

Mo Hua wanted to try to see if he could learn this stroke of the immortal pattern.

The Heavenly Dao Great Array was too profound and too grand. Mo Hua’s realm was too low and he fundamentally couldn’t comprehend it, but he could try to comprehend it starting from just one stroke of an array pattern.

A journey of a thousand li begins with a single step.

One stroke of an array pattern, one array pattern, one array diagram, a set of complex arrays, step by step, further comprehending the entire great array…

Mo Hua thought this was a good idea, but reality still poured a basin of cold water on him.

Not to mention comprehending it, he couldn’t even look at this stroke of the immortal pattern.

Although this stroke of the immortal pattern was recorded by Mo Hua on the Dao Stele, it wasn’t something he could look at personally. Just a brief perception, like a dragonfly skimming the water, would cause his divine sense to pour out and consume sharply.

Mo Hua was stunned and couldn’t help but complain again:

“I haven’t even looked yet, and it’s already deducting my divine sense, truly stingy!”

Immediately, he sighed again, realizing that even if it was just one stroke of an immortal pattern, it was still an “immortal” pattern.

It contained the creation of heaven and earth, and fundamentally wasn’t something a small cultivator in the Qi Refining period like him could comprehend.

If he forcibly looked at it, his knowledge sea would probably be damaged again.

Although the Dao Stele protected it and his knowledge sea wouldn’t collapse, it would still be injured, and over time, there would probably be aftereffects.

The knowledge sea in the Qi Refining period was still too fragile.

The array master sought the great Dao, and the array law was right in front of him, yet he couldn’t learn it, couldn’t even look at it.

Mo Hua sighed helplessly.

It seemed he could only put it aside for now and wait until his cultivation improved before trying to comprehend it.

“I need to cultivate well and establish my foundation as soon as possible!”

Mo Hua said silently in his heart. Immediately, he had some doubts again.

Exactly what realm, what kind of divine sense, could comprehend this stroke of the immortal pattern?

Building Foundation? Golden Core? Or a higher realm?

And even if he learned this stroke of the immortal pattern, then what?

Mo Hua furrowed his brow.

He hadn’t considered this problem before, but thinking about it carefully at this moment, he was suddenly startled.

This stroke of the immortal pattern was related to the scarlet tribulation thunder.

If he could really learn the immortal pattern, wouldn’t he be able to control the Annihilation Tribulation Thunder and possess the power to wipe out all things?

Tribulation Thunder…

Mo Hua thought of the dazzling scarlet, terrifying aura, and dead silence of the tribulation thunder he had seen that day, and a chill arose in his heart.

At that time, his mind was entirely focused on the collapse of the great array and the descent of the tribulation thunder. It came and went quickly, and he didn’t feel it deeply for a moment.

Thinking about it now, he realized in hindsight, filled with endless fear.

Mo Hua’s thoughts turned again, and he felt somewhat fortunate:

“Fortunately, my realm is low and my cultivation is weak, otherwise I would probably have been directly wiped out by the tribulation thunder…”

Mo Hua didn’t want to see that kind of terrifying tribulation thunder a second time.

Of course, if there was a tribulation thunder that he himself drew out and controlled, that would naturally be different.

Mo Hua’s heart suddenly filled with anticipation…

It was just a pity that Mo Hua was still completely confused about the matter of immortal patterns.

What exactly was different about immortal patterns, whether they could be learned, and how to learn them…

Even if the immortal pattern was profound, with Mister Zhuang’s knowledge, he should know something.

But this matter involved the Dao Stele, and according to Mister Zhuang, he shouldn’t tell anyone, including himself. Mo Hua was not convenient to ask.

Not only the matter of immortal patterns, but any problems he encountered in the future, he probably couldn’t ask Mister Zhuang about them again.

Mo Hua’s mood became low again.

Mister Zhuang was about to leave.

He was afraid that one day when he went to Mister Zhuang’s mountain residence again, he would find it empty, and from then on, he would never see Mister Zhuang again in his remaining cultivation life.

Mo Hua felt some lingering fear.

Therefore, these days, he went to Mister Zhuang’s place every day.

Mo Shan and his wife also knew the news that Mister Zhuang was leaving soon and regretted it in their hearts.

They had never seen Mister Zhuang, but in their hearts, they were always extremely grateful to him.

Liu Ru Hua said to Mo Hua: “Mister Zhuang accepted you as a nominal disciple and taught you array laws. He has shown great favor to our family. This favor must be repaid well in the future.”

Mo Hua nodded solemnly, “Um!”

Liu Ru Hua also wanted to show some intention, but Mister Zhuang was not short of spirit stones. First-grade things like spirit tools and pills would definitely not catch Mister Zhuang’s eye. Thinking back and forth, she could only make some food for Mister Zhuang to taste.

Liu Ru Hua researched the recipes Zi Xi had given her and selected some dishes.

Mo Shan then entered the mountains to hunt demons and entrusted other hunter of demons friends to kill various types of demon beasts. After that, he selected the most tender and flavorful parts and brought them home for his wife.

Liu Ru Hua almost made a table of Great Black Mountain “full demon banquet.”

There were all kinds of edible demon beast meats, including chicken, duck, fish, cattle, sheep, and dog, and each had a different taste.

Some were fresh, some fragrant, some numb, some spicy… The color, aroma, and taste were all complete.

Mo Hua was stunned by the sight.

After that, every day he went to see Mister Zhuang, he would bring some food with him and ask the mister to taste it, slightly expressing his intention.

Mister Zhuang originally wanted to say there was no need to be so troublesome, but on second thought, he ate it with peace of mind.

Besides Mister Zhuang, the happiest person was Bai Zi Sheng.

In his lifetime, he had eaten many better things, but not so many delicious things.

Especially since there were many dishes, each with its own unique flavor, and they didn’t repeat.

Bai Zi Sheng was endlessly surprised, and so he brought up the old matter again, quietly saying to Mo Hua:

“Mo Hua, go back and ask Aunt Liu, does she lack an adopted son?”

Mo Hua was speechless and rolled his eyes at him.

Bai Zi Xi’s crystal-clear eyes were slightly angry, and she also glared at Bai Zi Sheng.

In the bamboo room of the mountain residence.

Mister Zhuang lay on a bamboo chair, a mouthful of meat, a cup of wine, watching the sunset glow like splashed ink, and the mountain forest adorned like brocade ink, only feeling that the troubles and worries of these days had all dissipated.

Kui Lao asked him: “Have you thought it through?”

Mister Zhuang nodded: “I’ve thought it all through, I just have one problem…”

Kui Lao’s gaze was solemn and he asked: “What problem?”

“So much meat…” Mister Zhuang looked at the wine and meat on the table, touched his face, and sighed: “I’ve gotten fat from eating it all…”

Kui Lao: “……”