The situation became slightly tense.
The assessment of the Seventeen Patterns Formation, compared to the Sixteen Patterns, was much longer.
Tension and suppression gradually permeated the examination hall, and more and more disciples couldn’t hold on and retreated.
But Mo Hua was still silently painting as if there was no one else around...
Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, Murong Caiyun, Wenren Wan, all who knew Mo Hua, were secretly sweating.
"Come on, Junior Brother..."
These people were on tenterhooks for Mo Hua, their hearts extremely tense.
But many of the onlookers were not concerned about the formation, nor were there any Heavenly Prides from their sects participating, they were just there to enjoy the commotion, and at this moment, they all found it tedious.
"Formations are indeed boring..."
"I don’t know what they’re drawing."
"It’s too oppressive, just watching it gives me goosebumps."
"Those people, while drawing, start holding their heads with pale faces, is it really that painful?" someone didn’t understand.
"If you draw formations, not much, three pieces a day, you’ll know how painful it is after one." The rıghtful source is 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚑𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥
"I’m too lazy to draw."
"So boring, how long does this have to take?"
"I don’t know, probably a whole day..."
"So long... really hard for them, one brush, one inkstone, a pile of formations drawn for a whole day..."
"I’m too lazy to know..."
Outside the Great Dojo, some simple onlookers, those who came just for the fun, gradually left.
Those who remained were mostly cultivators who truly understood formations and were determined to walk the path of a Formation Master.
Or those who were concerned about the honor of their sect, having fellow or senior sect disciples competing on stage.
Those who understood often watched with admiration. Those concerned for their sect watched anxiously.
Inside the Great Dojo, each sect’s formation geniuses bore enormous pressure, arduously drawing formation after formation.
The process was quite torturous and long.
Outside the Great Dojo, some felt it was dull and left, while some outside cultivators entered again to observe.
Wenren Wan was holding Yu Er, mother and child, watching Mo Hua in the field intently.
At this moment, a deep but gentle voice sounded:
Wenren Wan was startled, raised her head, and saw a tall and handsome middle-aged man standing next to her, delightfully saying:
This man, with a stern air about his brows and eyes, had several high-cultivated elders following behind him. He was Wenren Wan’s father, the current head of the Wenren Family, Wenren Jingxuan.
Yu Er peeked out from Wenren Wan’s arms, his eyes bright and twinkling, crisply saying: "Grandpa."
Wenren Jingxuan smiled at Yu Er, but in his heart, there was also a slight surprise.
Yu Er’s gaze was too lively and had become much more cheerful and open, but the more it was so, the more there was an obscure unease in his heart.
On the high platform, the Shangguan Family Master Shang Che and the Gu Family Master Gu Shouyan, both got up and came down to greet him out of respect:
"Brother Shangguan, Brother Gu," Wenren Jingxuan cupped his hands and said, "I came late, apologies."
"Brother Wenren, you’re too polite, please take the seat of honor."
Wenren Jingxuan then proceeded with the two to the seats of honor.
After sitting down, they exchanged a few polite words.
Wenren Jingxuan then cast his gaze toward the Taoist field, looking around at the sect disciples who were diligently writing.
And what these people painstakingly drew were the Seventeen Patterns of the Second Grade High-Level Formation.
Even as the head of a family, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe:
"The Qianxue State Boundary truly deserves to be the holy land for cultivators across the world to seek learning."
"Among each family and clan, those who can draw Second Grade Middle Stage Formations in the Foundation Establishment Realm are few and far between, yet in the Qianxue State Boundary, such talented disciples can indeed fill such a vast Taoist field, truly... breathtaking."
"The Qian Dao never ceases, the land being spiritually rich and people talented, the reputation is well-deserved..."
Shang Che and Gu Shouyan also nodded.
They were all family heads, and could comprehend even more the value of talent.
In the various branches of Tao cultivation, formations are crucial.
If not for this, these family leaders, entangled in various affairs, wouldn’t possibly take time out of their busy schedules to specially come to the Tao Discussion Convention to watch these disciples compete in formations.
Second Grade Formations might not mean much.
But it depends on whom is drawing them.
Drawing Second Grade Formations with a Golden Core compared to a Foundation Establishment is entirely different.
Drawing a Second Grade High-Level Formation in the Foundation Establishment Realm, this is a bona fide genius.
A genius signifies the future.
These genius disciples filling the arena, perhaps they are not yet well-known.
But in the near future, someone might achieve mastery in formations, ascend into the Heaven Shu Pavilion, and be revered as a Formation Master.
Perhaps one day, among the disciples present, someone could accumulate knowledge and make an amazing leap, comprehending the Taoist Meaning, and become a grand master of formations, standing in command for ages, revered by millions, which is not impossible.
If one doesn’t make connections now and build good rapport, it might soon become unreachable.
After all, this is the cultivation world, where the Heavenly Dao is unfathomable, and nothing is impossible.
At this moment, the three of Wenren Jingxuan were sipping tea, casually chatting, while lowering their gaze, scrutinizing the disciples who stood out in formations in the field.
Their focus was mostly on those few disciples in the forefront of the field.
These few disciples all belonged to the Four Great Sects.
The one at the foremost was a handsome heir with careful thinking and a stable temperament, from the Shen Family of the Qian Daoist Sect.
One with prominent sword-like brows and a dashing aura, from the Xiaoo Family of the Heavenly Sword Sect, his formation drawing technique like a sharp blade and sword.
Longding Sect also had a genius, from the Ao Family. With thick eyebrows and large eyes, a rugged appearance, he hardly looked like a Formation Master, but his formation talents could not be underestimated.