Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2116 Chapter 1001: "Crown Prince
Previously on Immortality Through Array Formations...
The heaven's painting blankets the sky and veils the land, as shadowy inks gather overhead, revealing close to a hundred clashes of swords, brimming with twists and thrills, captivating and vivid.
In the heart of the painting, Mo Hua's silhouette shimmered before gradually emerging.
From the Shangguan family's viewing stand, Yu Er spotted Mo Hua right away, her gaze sparkling as she applauded and called out:
"Brother Mo! Mom, look quick!"
Wearing elegant palace robes, the poised Wenren Wan gazed up at the painting, spotting Mo Hua in his black and deep blue Taixu Sect sword discussion Daoist robe, his eyes sharp and bearing calm, exuding assurance amid the thousands, and she showed a pleased grin.
Meanwhile, in the vast sea of cultivators beyond the display, numerous gazes—sharp or dull—fixed on Mo Hua all at once.
These gazes held diverse feelings.
Some held expectation, others brimmed with interest, a few seemed entertained, and some stayed chilly and detached...
Still, plenty of cultivators failed to identify Mo Hua.
"Who is Mo Hua?"
Within the Taixu Sect group, five figures stood out.
The burly Cheng Mo came first to rule out, as he typically had brawn over brains, clearly no Formation Master.
The other four proved tougher to pinpoint.
"That fellow's got an arrogant expression, defiant vibe, like the sect's troublemaking playboy—could he be Mo Hua?"
"That's a Tai'a Mountain disciple..."
"That cold-faced one, so aloof, acts like a 'genius'..."
"That's Linghu Xiao, the Sword Dao prodigy from Mount Chongxu."
"Maybe that youth with the Li Fire Sword slung across his back?"
"Idiot, he's got a sword—how could he be a Formation Master?" "Then..."
The group exchanged glances, then all shifted their stares to the final member, the handsome youth with keen eyes and white teeth, brows resembling a bright moon and features like a gentle sun, instantly stirring a warm familiarity, as if wrapped in a soft spring wind, though a bit on the shorter side.
"Is that... Mo Hua?"
The once-bustling Mount of Tao fell quiet in an instant.
Those unfamiliar with Mo Hua wore puzzled looks.
"Didn't they say he was super gloomy?"
"Wasn't he called a playboy?"
"Who's this petite youth with moon-like brows and starry eyes, so bright and cheerful?"
"Who called him a freak? Why does he seem... kinda adorable?"
"A kid like that, but a top-tier Formation genius?" In the audience, numerous female disciples and cultivators eyed Mo Hua's radiant and charming visage, their gazes already gleaming.
Lots of male disciples and cultivators scowled darkly, quite unhappy, grumbling:
"Judge not by looks alone."
"Cute on the outside, but maybe a freak inside—don't let
appearances trick you."
"Exactly, the brighter the smile, the shadier the soul could be...
"Plus, this is sword discussion—looks aren't the whole story...
"I wanna see what this Taixu Sect Formation genius, leader of formations in Qian Learning State Boundary, really brings to the table, bold enough to join the sword discussion, vying with top talents in martial clashes and Sword Dao battles..."
Innumerable cultivators, endless eyes, all stared intently at Mo Hua.
Mount of Tao, Inner Mountain.
A chill ran through Mo Hua involuntarily.
He glanced around, peering past the sky-blocking Formation and the curtain-like painting of heaven, faintly making out the throngs of cultivators encircling Mount of Tao, like ants swarming hills and fields, or waves crashing to the ends of the earth.
Yet he couldn't make out details or catch their words.
A fifth-grade Large Formation blocked both view and sound, keeping the watching cultivators from interfering with the inner disciples' sword discussion.
At the same time, it served as protective Formation too.
It stopped any hidden Evil Demon Heads in the crowd, or schemers with shaky resolve, from bursting out suddenly to massacre the
sword-dueling prodigies.
After all, these disciples were only at Foundation Establishment.
Qian Learning State Boundary, as fifth-grade territory, could host Feather Transformation and even Heaven Void Realm experts unleashing their might.
If mass slaughters at Feather Transformation level or higher erupted, the young "talents" would stand no chance, bound to suffer heavy
casualties.
The core strengths of the great clans and sects near Qian Learning State Boundary would suffer massive blows too.
Barred by the Large Formation's veil, unable to see sharply, Mo Hua pulled back his eyes and turned to the sword discussion ahead.
This marked his debut in sword discussion.
His foes hailed from a modest sect that placed decently in the Qian Learning Hundred Gates, called Qingshuang Sect, with their core inheritance technique known as "Qingshuang Skill."
And since this was a "Yellow" bracket prelim, the rules stayed simple, victory terms crystal clear.
Just win a five-on-five bout, that's all.
The prelim arena spanned a modest area, merely a compact woodland.
Both sides roamed briefly before clashing, igniting the fight
right away.
Cheng Mo charged first into the fray.
Ouyang Xuan fused with his blade, striking from the sides, as Situ Jian
offered backup.
Linghu Xiao unleashed Chongxu Sword Qi.
And just like that, it ended...
The skirmish concluded, every foe down.
Start to finish, Mo Hua remained rooted, unmoving, hands tucked in his sleeves the whole time.
The fierce clash that erupted wrapped up in a flash.
Across the heaven's painting, Mo Hua's squad secured the win, the scene faded, hazed briefly, then reshaped to air the
following sword discussion.
Outwardly, a short hush fell.
Soon after, chatter erupted, buzzing nonstop.
"No way... it's done already?"
"This a prank?" "Sword discussion, and he doesn't lift a finger?"
"Just leaning on his team?"
"No choice, his allies were overpowering—he never got to act...
"Still, that's too hands-off; at least pretend, throw a strike, act involved—even a simple Fireball Technique would show he's in the sword discussion..."