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Suppressing his excitement, Mo Wen fixed his gaze on the constantly shifting characters in mid-air. He had never seen the Tai Chi Xuantian Formation before; according to Old Lu, no one in this world had. Even during ancient times, very few had encountered this formation, which was why it existed only as a legend in the martial world. It was said that the Tai Chi Xuantian Formation was endlessly variable, with each transformation representing a completely new array. In ancient times, those who could master this formation were truly rare. The Tai Chi Xuantian Formation had only appeared once, when a major sect gathered thousands to hunt down a single individual. That person set up the Tai Chi Xuantian Formation and slaughtered the thousands, with only a few managing to escape. It was this massacre that led to the legend of the Tai Chi Xuantian Formation in the martial world.
The stone tablet in mid-air continued to change; more accurately, it was a series of characters and symbols shifting positions. Gradually, the circular patterns at the top of the two stone tablets began to converge towards the center, forming a black and white Yin Yang Fish. In the center of the magic circle, two Yin Yang Fish swirled around each other, while the surrounding characters and symbols started to shrink and arrange themselves outward around the Yin Yang Fish pattern. The speed of change in the air gradually slowed down, and the character seals combined around the Yin Yang Fish from inside out until they ceased to change. When the last character seal was completed, what had once been two fused stone tablets transformed into a single circular Stone Disc, with the Yin Yang Fish pattern at its center.
The Stone Disc continued to glow, showing no signs of descending. At this moment, Mo Wen's mind was filled with confusion. Could this be the legendary Tai Chi Xuantian Formation? Although it was diverse in its transformations, it didn’t seem to reach the boundless variety described in legends. Moreover, these changes appeared to serve only to form the Stone Disc before him. Despite having watched intently, he felt he hadn’t retained much information—only that the stone tablet had risen into the air and begun transforming into its current form. It seemed there was a reason why the Tai Chi Xuantian Formation had not been passed down through generations. However, reflecting on Old Lu's expression back then made him realize that not remembering much was acceptable; after all, with the Stone Disc in hand, he could still contemplate it further.
As he stared at the floating Stone Disc, Mo Wen continued pondering about the Tai Chi Xuantian Formation when suddenly—wait! Before he could even fantasize about his life after mastering the Tai Chi Xuantian Formation, he saw the Stone Disc suddenly darting towards Bei Yin Mountain. Watching it fly away, Mo Wen hurriedly chased after it. After enduring countless hardships to bring two stone tablets here—no, it should be one—he absolutely couldn’t let this cooked duck fly away from his grasp.
While running, Mo Wen released his perception to lock onto the Stone Disc in mid-air. Fortunately, it wasn’t moving very fast; however, he still found himself in a precarious situation on the ground. The area around Bei Yin Mountain was strewn with rocks; while larger stones were manageable, those smaller ones that were just right for tripping him up caused him to stumble several times. Getting back on his feet and glancing at the stones on the ground, he realized now wasn’t the time to fuss over them—the Stone Disc was what mattered.
Looking at a massive rock ahead of him, Mo Wen pounded his chest and cried out in despair: “My Tai Chi Xuantian Formation! Wait for me!”
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