Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2162 Chapter 1015: Water Passing Step?

A missed chance could lead to us separating forever, each walking our own cultivation road until death claims our journeys.

An overwhelming wave of sorrow swelled up inside Zhang Lan's chest.

After a moment of reflection, he addressed the group, "Everyone, feel free to explore on your own; I'm heading off to meet a Daoist friend."

The rest showed some confusion but refrained from prying, simply agreeing with nods—some addressing him as "Brother Lan," others as "Uncle Lan"—and added:

"Head out soon and return quickly; take care of yourself."

Zhang Lan gave a nod in response, then took his leave from the Zhang Family members.

His intention was to seek out Mo Hua, though the issue lay in not knowing the boy's whereabouts. After a brief contemplation, he reasoned that as a Taixu Gate disciple, Mo Hua likely headed back there following the Sword Discussion.

"Taixu Gate..."

Zhang Lan secured a carriage, inquired about the route, and set off in the direction of Taixu Gate.

Both the Carefree Sect and Taixu Gate fell under the Eight Great Gates, so their locations weren't distant from one another.

Moreover, connecting the prominent sects were special pathways designed for swift passage, where carriages sped along like soaring dragons, easing travel greatly.

Roughly one hour passed before Zhang Lan reached Tai Xu City; from there, using a map for guidance, he navigated through the urban lanes and up the rocky mountain trails, proceeding straight to the entrance of Taixu Gate.

Yet, upon arrival, guards halted him at the entrance.

The Sword Discussion Conference was underway, drawing throngs of people to the Qian Learning State Boundary as cultivators from various factions flooded in, creating a bustling and chaotic assembly.

Crowds of that size often breed disturbances.

As a result, the majority of sects within the Qianxue Sect upheld rigid access controls, barring all external entrants.

Lacking a Sect Token or an Elder's recommendation letter meant no passage through the gates.

Thus, Zhang Lan found himself blocked from entering.

Naturally, he wasn't the only one; various individuals sought admission to Taixu Gate to reunite with kin or companions or to behold the sect's magnificent event, yet all met the same denial.

A few attempted conversations with the mountain-guarding disciples, asserting connections to particular elders or guest elders, but their efforts proved pointless.

Such regulations stood firm, beyond any debate.

Zhang Lan lingered outside the entrance for quite a while, then let out a resigned sigh.

Forced meetings in life prove impossible.

This separation might stem from fateful causes and effects.

Darkness slowly crept across the sky as the sun dipped low, and the last traces of twilight faded away.

Zhang Lan's eyes lost their spark; with no choice, he pivoted and descended the lengthy mountain trail one step at a time.

Each footfall carried him further from Taixu Mountain.

In the meantime, deep within Taixu Mountain.

Having wrapped up the day's Sword Discussion, Mo Hua strolled alongside Situ and a few companions toward the Disciple's Residence when a strange feeling of closeness suddenly stirred in his mind.

Mo Hua came to a halt.

Situ Jian inquired, "Junior Brother, is something amiss?"

Mo Hua shook his head, raised his hand to perform finger calculations, and then informed Situ and the group:

"Return without me for now; I need to handle something."

Situ Jian and Cheng Mo shared a glance.

Not pausing for their reply, Mo Hua dismissed them with a wave and hurried alone toward the mountain entrance.

Near the mountain entrance, a dense gathering of cultivators clustered at the gateway, stirring up noticeable unrest.

From atop the elevated steps, Mo Hua peered afar and spotted a fading silhouette tinged with loneliness.

This green-robed figure felt strikingly recognizable.

Mo Hua paused in shock, struggling to accept it initially, but soon his gaze sparkled with joy, and a beaming grin lit up his features as he

called out with thrill:

"Uncle Zhang!"

This sharp cry echoed over the towering steps, down to the base of the mountain, and into the ears of the descending Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan stiffened, turned back gradually, and gazed upon the expansive Taixu Mountain, shrouded in swirling clouds and fog, radiating a mystical charm.

The entrance sprawled wide, while the terrace held an ancient, enchanting allure.

There, at the terrace's far edge, a youth pure and vivid like a brush painting waved toward him with delight.

Dusk had fallen, the light hanging low.

Yet the youth's eyes shone like constellations, his grin pure and dazzling like the dawn sun.

Against the boy from his recollections, much appeared transformed, but in some ways, everything remained exactly the same.

A gentle warmth coursed through his heart.

The delight of this reunion, akin to revitalizing rain after prolonged dryness, soothed his soul.

Zhang Lan couldn't suppress a smile, his eyes relaxed and brimming with fond memories:

"Mo Hua, it's been ages..."