Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2185 Chapter 1023: The Weight of the Formation Leader

Previously on Immortality Through Array Formations...
In the Sword Discussion arena, Xiao Wuchen of the Heavenly Sword Sect unleashed devastating Sword Qi, utterly suppressing Linghu Xiao and the Taixu Gate team from the outset. Despite Linghu Xiao's desperate resistance as a Chongxu prodigy, the cultivation gap at Foundation Establishment Peak proved insurmountable, leading to his defeat and death under a final, cold slash. The remaining Taixu Gate disciples, including Mo Hua, struggled futilely against the superior might of the Heavenly Sword Sect's lineup, resulting in a complete and one-sided rout that left spectators disappointed and whispering of the unification's hollow promise.

At midnight within the borders of Qianxue State.

Inside the grand hall of a particular Sect.

Elders specializing in Taoist Law assembled once more, their faces etched with severity.

The previous all-night session had truly been their final one—or so they believed.

They had assumed that the troublesome Mo Hua couldn't cause further waves, and Taixu Gate had indeed suffered a string of defeats.

Yet just when stability appeared at hand, this persistent Mo Hua disrupted everything anew.

This occasion drew an even larger crowd to the hall.

In addition to the Taoist Law Elders, several Formation Arts Elders had been summoned as well.

After all, Taoist Law Elders handle only matters of Taoist Skills.

As for concerns involving Formations...

All these Sect Elders held Golden Core cultivation or higher, and most possessed wide-ranging knowledge, far from clueless.

However, such expertise covered basic Formation matters.

They managed dealings with typical Formation Masters.

Facing a Formation prodigy as fiendish as this one exceeded their capabilities.

Particularly for a figure like Mo Hua, who reigned supreme among thousands of sects in Qianxue as the leading Formation expert.

Even though he remained at Foundation Establishment, even as merely a Sect Disciple, his mastery of Formations surpassed what these Taoist Law Elders could comprehend.

Specialized work demands specialists among cultivators.

Thus, various sects had called upon select Formation Arts Elders with deep insights to join the discussion.

The Formation Arts Elders felt this situation quite unusual.

Nothing like it had ever occurred in the past.

This was, after all, the Sword Discussion Conference, centered on Swordsmanship and Taoist Skills.

Experts in Taoist Skills wouldn't typically consult those immersed in Formations about rule interpretations.

Yet Mo Hua's rise was starting to shatter established norms bit by bit.

Within the main hall, cultivators gathered in a circle, debating fervently:

"We certainly misjudged this kid..."

"Who would've thought he'd plot during the Sword Discussion Conference, sketching high-rank formations for protection—it's utterly absurd..."

"This fellow keeps inventing fresh tricks..."

"It gives us all a real migraine..."

One Taoist Law Elder, deeply irritated by Mo Hua, snorted in disdain:

"Over a thousand years of Sword Discussion Conferences, nobody ever took advantage of this gap—only this sly kid pulled off such a 'shameful stunt'..."

"Was it really that nobody tried? No, it's that nobody possessed the skill to do so!"

"At late Foundation Establishment, how many can sketch a nineteen-pattern high-rank formation? Folks like that usually skip the Sword Discussion altogether."

"You misunderstand," a Formation Arts Elder clarified, "it's not merely about the ability to sketch; the crucial part is doing it swiftly."

"Amid combat, to inscribe two or even three high-rank formations in mere moments... That pace for formation drawing is simply astonishing..."

"He's only at Foundation Establishment, but plenty of Golden Core Formation Arts Elders in this room might not match this kid's speed."

The attending Formation Arts Elders wore somber looks, yet they offered no counterarguments.

A few had observed the fight firsthand.

Others, though absent, had reviewed the recordings repeatedly.

Mo Hua's formation sketching stayed hidden from view, its details obscured, but the sheer rapidity of finishing them was undeniably stunning.

The unaware focused solely on the high-rank formations themselves.

Only the knowledgeable recognized that this formation deployment speed represented the true shock.

While the formations held great power, they demanded lengthy setup periods.

This stood as one of Formations' primary weaknesses.

Should a formation fail to activate promptly, its strength becomes irrelevant no matter how immense.

Hence, beyond his exceptional Formation prowess, Mo Hua's rapid inscription technique reached "cheating" heights as well.

"We've been toyed with by this kid..."

A voice sighed in resignation, "Mo Hua's spot on Taixu Gate's debate team was meant to be as a 'Formation Master' from the start!"

And not an ordinary one at that.

But a second-grade high-rank formation master boasting remarkable survival skills!

That's precisely why Taixu Gate's ancestors and upper echelons permitted him to pair with prodigies like Linghu Xiao.

Still, they concealed it masterfully.

Spells first, then hiding techniques, followed by mobility arts, and culminating in Formations.

They unveiled their aces gradually.

Everyone got pulled along unwittingly, one step after another.

Perceptions of Mo Hua evolved—from the hollowly famed "Formation Leader" to a Sword Discussion "wanderer," Taixu Gate's "Crown Prince," then a basic Spiritual Cultivator, one skilled in concealment, a Spiritual Cultivator with exceptional movement...

Just when all assumed he was a versatile Spiritual Cultivator commanding every art, he circled back to his core strength, leaving everyone stunned.

The loop closed, reverting to the origin:

This Mo Hua remained the Formation Demon, dominating the Four Sects, crushing three generations.

He stood as Qianxue's top Formation talent, the undisputed Formation Leader!

The Taoist Law Elders in the hall grasped this truth at last.

In that instant, they felt like fools manipulated through a game of seeds, grains, and fruits.

"That wretched kid... he ought to be executed..."

An elder clenched his teeth.

Were he not an elder mindful of his standing, he'd eagerly sign onto the "Tumo Order" to condemn Mo Hua.

"Stop it," another elder interjected, "dwelling on this serves no purpose; our priority is devising solutions for the present crisis."

"There's a definitive fix..."

An elder's gaze sharpened, "Simply rule him out of bounds, void his prior wins, and ban high-rank formations henceforth."

"Precisely!"

"Deploying high-rank formations at the Sword Discussion Conference has no precedent."

"Call it a violation, and we're done."

Several nodded in support.

But others scoffed, "Think it's so straightforward?"

"He breaks down Formation materials, carries a Formation Pen, employs Spiritual Ink—all permitted under the Sword Discussion rules as they stand."

"To force a violation ruling, we'd need to amend the rules and revise the guidelines."