Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2088 - 992: Team Formation (2)

"The early stages of the competition are fairly straightforward, where each win grants just a single point."

"As the event advances, foes grow tougher, making triumphs harder to achieve. Wins start piling up more points, sometimes hitting dozens or even hundreds."

"That's why the Sword Discussion Conference truly tests the core strength of the Heavenly Pride Disciples from every sect."

"A sect with more and mightier Heavenly Pride Disciples can push deeper into the tournament, rack up greater points, and climb higher in the rankings..."

With a touch of sorrow in her voice, Murong Caiyun continued, "Our Taixu Gate... Actually, it's not only Taixu Gate—the other Eight Great Gates and Twelve Streams face the same plight."

"We have far fewer top disciples compared to the Four Great Sects."

"Once the Sword Discussion hits the semifinals or finals, if Taixu Gate still has one or two top teams standing, that's already something to celebrate."

"Yet each of the Four Great Sects could easily have four or five elite squads remaining."

"And beyond those four or five elite teams, there are even loftier squads boasting bloodline Heavenly Pride."

"Superior-Grade, or even Heavenly Grade Spiritual Roots, trained in the best cultivation techniques, wielding top-tier Daoist Magic, with Spiritual Power Cycles refined to flawlessness, direct bloodline heritage, all at the peak of Foundation Establishment..."

Murong Caiyun gave a bitter smile.

These were cultivators boasting ideal talents, flawless inheritances, and Spiritual Power pushed to the heights of Foundation Establishment.

Taixu Gate might count itself lucky to claim even one such disciple, whereas the Four Great Sects could assemble a full team of them.

Mo Hua felt a quiet surge of wonder inside.

The Four Great Sects possessed foundations that delved incredibly deep...

He had somehow misjudged the scale before.

Mo Hua furrowed his brow, sinking into deep reflection.

Murong Caiyun's lovely eyes drifted toward Mo Hua as her thoughts wandered quietly.

She held great respect for Mo Hua's prowess in formations.

Still, the Sword Discussion Conference wasn't a Formation Competition; it didn't revolve around arrays. In the heat of swift attacks and counters, intricate formation deployments proved bulky and impractical.

In terms of raw combat power, Mo Hua came across as rather "lopsided."

He excelled in concealment, dodging, and spell manipulation.

Yet his body remained frail, his spiritual power modest, and he had few options for outright assault.

This view stemmed from her past experiences partnering with Mo Hua—whether chasing Sin Cultivators or tackling sect missions.

What stood out most, though, was the "Amplification Formation."

Murong Caiyun could still recall the thrilling rush of "spiritual power surging" alongside the Five Elements Amplification.

That empowerment from the Five Elements Law felt utterly mesmerizing.

Regrettably, Murong Caiyun had savored that boost only once, from beginning to end.

For a while, it left a trace of lingering frustration in her heart.

Pulling her mind back, Murong Caiyun started evaluating Mo Hua's strengths.

Based on the circumstances, Mo Hua shone as an exceptional "support" cultivator.

He was adaptable, filling in whatever gaps needed covering.

But that also made him heavily reliant on "teammates."

The mightier his allies, the more potent he could be.

On the flip side, with feeble teammates, Mo Hua's role might feel a bit out of place...

That said...

Murong Caiyun looked at Mo Hua thoughtfully, then asked, "Junior Brother, since the Sword Discussion Conference involves five-person teams, have you settled on your preferred teammates?"

After a brief pause, Mo Hua replied, "I've got a rough plan, but nothing firm yet."

"You should decide soon," Murong Caiyun urged.

Teaming with the weak would leave his "support" skills wasted; joining the Sword Discussion Conference would serve no purpose.

Opting for strong partners brought its own hurdles—whether they'd consent to join, and how to justify it to the sect.

The Sword Discussion Conference loomed as a grand affair, shaping the sects' portions of the Qianlong Spirit Mine and touching vital interests.

Team setups for the Sword Discussion were mapped out far ahead, managed with utmost care.

In particular, those Heavenly Pride Disciples got meticulously placed, each suited perfectly to their positions.

Mo Hua's abrupt desire to dive into the Sword Discussion Conference threw everything off script.

Plus, with the ancestors' favor and his status as the beloved "junior brother" across the sect, drawing talent away from Sword Discussion roles could spell real trouble for the elders.

Grasping her point, Mo Hua nodded earnestly, "I'll give it careful thought."

He posed a few more queries on the Sword Discussion guidelines, grasped the basics, and wisely departed.

"Senior Sister, I'm returning to the sect now. I won't interrupt your Core Formation."

With those words, Mo Hua started to go, only for Murong Caiyun to call him back suddenly.

"Junior Brother..."

"Senior Sister, anything more?" Mo Hua inquired.

Murong Caiyun paused briefly, her face tinged with melancholy, then let out a soft sigh, "I can't offer much aid for Taixu Gate's issues, I..."

Reluctance filled her features.

Sensing her feelings, Mo Hua offered a warm smile:

"Senior Sister, don't worry. I'll handle the Sword Discussion side; remember, I'm the 'junior brother' to Tai’a, Chongxu, and Taixu lineages now."

Murong Caiyun blinked in surprise, yet a strange comfort washed over her, drawing an unwitting smile.

"Senior Sister, focus on your Core Formation, and once you succeed, host a lavish Golden Core Feast—be sure to invite me!" Mo Hua said, grinning.

Smiling in return, Murong Caiyun replied, "Alright, take care on your way."

Mo Hua waved goodbye to Murong Caiyun and headed toward Taixu Mountain.

Amid the far-off azure peaks, Mo Hua followed the winding trail.

As Mo Hua's form faded into the distance, Murong Caiyun noticed how much he had matured without her realizing.

Right then, even as he journeyed solo along the path, his slender figure seemed to blend subtly with Taixu Mountain's immense presence—a subtle echo of stepping on the land, merging with the peaks, shouldering the heavens...

Murong Caiyun watched closely, then broke into a soft smile, her brows like painted clouds, radiant and enchanting.

...

Back at Taixu Gate, Mo Hua turned his attention to pondering the "team assembly" details.