Chapter 227 Basic Formation (2)

Eight stars twinkled in the virtual sky, floating endlessly, illuminating Luo Xuanyi's motionless face.

Luo Xuanyi abandoned herself, captured the trajectory of one of the fake stars, and moved herself into the position of this star. She followed it and made an ellipse along with almost the entire formation, leaving a long cloud mark in the sky.

The ellipses kept shifting ever so slightly, circle after circle, barely aligning at first. But Luo Xuanyi memorized the thousands of ellipses, tracing their paths in her mind. Finally, the cloud trace of the 6,571st ellipse overlapped with the first.

Then he continued, comparing the circles of cloud marks one by one, and there was no difference at all...

Countless peach petals had nearly buried her. A living soul beneath the peach tree burst into golden light and dissipated, finally awakening Luo Xuanyi from her reverie. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a light petal fell from her body.

Unknowingly, she had already spent a full thirty-six years in the Peach Blossom Realm, simply to capture and verify the trajectory of a false star. With all six thousand five hundred and seventy cloud traces memorized, Luo Xuanyi suddenly felt a sense of realization. With a single step, she soared out of the Peach Blossom Realm and stood atop the twelve towering cloud mountains.

She looked up at the sky, and the stars that she knew so well by heart were immediately caught in her eyes even during the day.

Silently reciting the Soul-Falling Formation in the Interval World in her heart, she stretched out her hand and pointed. The bronze formation plate in her sea of consciousness trembled, and the formation flag flew out backwards, flying straight to the clouds, and turned into a dim fake star, perfectly replacing the position of the stars.

The essence of the formation floated out from the formation flag, mysterious like flowing clouds. The fake stars resonated with the real stars, completely hiding in the heavenly way with the help of starlight, and were recognized instead of the stars.

The word "Xiuyang" automatically emerged in Luo Xuanyi's mind. This star, named Xiuyang, was the main spirit.

If the Yang is displaced, the mind and soul will be easily disturbed.

The clouds in the sky rippled, and layers of mist drifted over the fake stars. The fake stars, which hadn't yet formed into a formation, broke off their light and transformed into formation flags, which flashed and fell into Luo Xuanyi's palm.

The Xiuyang star shone again and then disappeared into the clouds.

Luo Xuanyi returned to Taoyuan Realm again. It was only less than an incense stick of time since she left. More than half a year had passed in Taoyuan Realm, but she had no time to take care of it.

Her eyes were shining as she looked at the formation emerging from the gray droplets and the eight fake stars that seemed to be in no pattern. Luo Xuanyi was surprised to find that the fake star representing Xiuyang that she had captured had dimmed, and only seven stars were still shining in the formation.

As the Xiuyang fake star dimmed, the golden thread detached from the gray droplet and flew into Luo Xuanyi's body, turning into a trace of enlightenment in Luo Xuanyi's heart, and turned into a thin thread entwined on the base of the formation.

This was her first insight into the Dao of Formations, and also the most fundamental one:

The formation flags turned into fake stars, seizing the star positions and replacing them, using the formation method to confuse the way of heaven, and thus relying on the Taoism dominated by the shifted star positions, finally formed the formation method.

In order to master the formation, one must first master the stars that need to be borrowed, their trajectories and their masters.

The stars in this world are all the true Dao positions. However, the Dao of Formation replaces them with false ones, which is simply disrespectful to all cultivators. If one is afraid of tampering with the Dao of Heaven, then the Dao of Formation cannot be achieved.

Therefore, the more advanced the formation cultivator's cultivation, the easier it is for him to get lost between the true and false and the purest principles. Luo Xuanyi recalled Master Lian Qing's sigh and confusion in Lian Qi's memory.

"Because fake is fake."

"The sky that was broken by the formation is fake, but since we can't find the real sky, we have to treat it as the sky and the stars."

Once a formation cultivator enters the realm of formation cultivation, they will understand that the stars in the sky are all illusions of the Dao, arranged by the Heavenly Dao. The more they study, the more they learn about the paths of the stars, and the more they become lost in thought.

Why is it that the Daoist position hangs high in the sky, moving in the air like a dead object, and keeps rotating in a great circle of 6,570 cycles? Why do they clearly practice the Dao of Heaven, but do things that deceive the Dao?

Why could the Way of Heaven be deceived? Shouldn't it be the end of all paths, the ultimate truth? If everything I learn is false, then what is the point of the hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of years of Formation Cultivation?

No, we should ask what the monks are in the heavenly way.

If a righteous cultivator were to discover the truth about the Heavenly Dao, it would inevitably begin with Formation Cultivation. Although Luo Xuanyi couldn't fully understand the truth, she didn't feel the confusion and despair of Formation Cultivation searching through the fog. She easily accepted the truth about the Formation Dao's fake star.

Once again immersed in the contemplation of the formation, Luo Xuanyi forgot about the sun and the moon. The petals around her piled up like a mountain again, and even the explosion of the living soul could no longer shake her mind.

The sun and moon moved quickly in the Peach Blossom Spring, but outside the Peach Blossom Spring, only half a month had passed.

In the courtyard, Ma Xinghua sat at a stone table under a banyan tree. In front of her were many different spiritual herbs and several stone bowls filled with different medicinal residues. Many children gathered around the stone table, quietly helping her process the spiritual herbs, and even carefully slowed down their breathing for fear of affecting her train of thought.

The oppressive silence was suffocating, but they preferred to stay here rather than go to the second courtyard. There was now another patient there, suffering from a phthisis. Even their throats felt itchy when they approached, and the coughs were like the whistles of death.

What's worse is that, unlike Mr. He and Chang Liang who had fallen ill before, this third patient was the only laborer in the family, and all the farming and hunting depended on him.

"Cough, cough."

The weak cough made people's minds tense. All the children in the compound stood up together with Ma Xinghua, but the cough came from outside the compound gate.

A yellowed, calloused hand rested against the door panel. With a push, thin, purple veins appeared, and the owner of the hand laboriously stepped over the threshold, carrying a handbasket. Du Yiniang panted softly and forced a smile at Ma Xinghua, "Doctor Ma, I'm here to see Tian Liu."

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