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The Eight Trigrams image encompassed several tens of kilometers, advancing at a slow pace and making frequent adjustments.
Sometimes the aura would slightly rise, other times it would fall, fluctuating unpredictably, but overall, as the Golden Pill Monks grew more familiar, the aura still became stronger.
"My Formation Dao skills seem to have increased a bit."
Jiang Ding silently perceived.
For him, to exert control over a grand formation comprised of more than two hundred Golden Pill Monks single-handedly and without the aid of any magic treasure-level Formation instruments represented an entirely new experience.
In his mind, many never-before-conceived supernatural thoughts burst forth, each meticulously recorded within the Lake of Heart.
The teachers often said that cultivation is a path of practice, reflection, and continuous cycles of practice, and this indeed was the case.
