Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2216 Chapter 1032: Blood of the Qilin (Part 2)

The Tianzi Bureau is destined to fully emerge as the central arena for the Four Great Sects.

Taixu Gate is certain to confront arduous challenges.

Each move forward encounters surrounding by the elite warriors of the Four Sects.

Should Mo Hua stay undefeated within the Tianzi Bureau, it would prove futile anyway.

The Tianzi Sword Discussion bears an overwhelming significance in deciding the triumph.

Taixu Gate possesses a frail foundation, its premier disciples unable to rival those of the Four Great Sects, ensuring their ultimate placement remains low.

Taixu Gate appears to be steadily advancing toward the status of the "Four Great Sects."

Yet as Taixu Gate draws nearer to the rank of the "Four Great Sects," Mo Hua's personal ambition of achieving "first in sword discussion" grows ever more remote.

This remoteness now stirs a touch of "despair" within him.

Mo Hua creased his forehead.

His true desire is to seize the leading position in the sword discussion.

For that, his rivals need to encompass every leading genius across the Qianxue State Boundary.

His instinct for causality whispers that a faint possibility lingers amid this chaos....

Still, the odds of breaking into the top four of the Dizi Bureau now look exceedingly thin.

The Tianzi Bureau stands merely as a "dead end."

With events unfolding in this manner, any genuine prospect of success is utterly absent.

Mo Hua collapsed onto his desk, overcome with frustration and a profound sense of impotence.

His power is evidently solid, and he has mastered numerous profound techniques, but this "helplessness" persists nonetheless.

Heavenly mysteries stay veiled, causality proves slippery, and foreseeing what lies ahead remains challenging.

A spark of uncertainty darted through Mo Hua's thoughts, leading him to retrieve a copper coin, which he rolled between his fingers while whispering inwardly:

"Master, just how... can I rescue you..."

However, the copper coin lay still, devoid of any causal stirrings.

At midday the following day, the sword discussion against Qian Taoist Sect commenced. The outer grounds of Mount of Tao teemed with onlookers once again.

The throng of cultivators observing the clash was no smaller than at the earlier sword discussion pitting Taixu Gate against Daluo Sect.

That prior sword discussion between Taixu Gate and Daluo Sect had settled whether Taixu Gate could claim the mantle of "leader of the Eight Gates."

Today's bout, meanwhile, will gauge if Taixu Gate retains even a narrow opening to elevate to the Four Great Sects.

These sword discussions hold identical importance.

Debates raging over who would prevail showed no signs of stopping.

The vast majority were convinced Taixu Gate's loss was unavoidable.

A minority of cultivators held that Taixu Gate could still mount a resistance.

The fundamental cause lay in this being a "castle defense battle" for Taixu Gate.

For others, castle defense battles put them on the back foot.

Yet Taixu Gate's version of the castle defense battle granted them an edge.

"Though Mo Hua can rub people the wrong way, during a castle defense battle, his prowess in formations—scaling to the heights—is as formidable as the elite talents from the Four Great Sects."

"That much is undeniable."

"Furthermore, he wields a distinctive 'sword control' ability..."

"Oh come on, what sort of 'sword control' is that?"

"No sword moves, no sword Qi, just manipulating a sword, and that one's teetering on the edge of exploding..."

"How does that connect to a 'sword"?"

"Is that even fit to be termed 'sword control"? It's an embarrassment."

"Even if we don't call it 'sword control,' its might isn't something to dismiss, is it?

Didn't a member of the Daluo Sect fall to a lone sword?"

"Indeed, that fellow was truly felled by a single sword...

"Felled by a single sword..."

From that one sword discussion, Daluo Sect's Ye Zhiyuan morphed from a famed prodigy of sword control in Qianxue into mere "that someone."

The spectators might forget his identity, yet they etched his "story" firmly in memory.

Namely, that of being "killed by a single sword."

"Thus, Taixu Gate can still compete in this sword discussion."

"Even should they fall short ultimately, we'll at least enjoy a thrilling spectacle."

All who heard this nodded in unison.

Brimming with such eager hopes, the sword discussion unfolded.

A contest of assault and fortification.

Qian Taoist Sect presses the attack, Taixu Gate upholds the guard.

The safeguarding array atop the city wall had been upgraded to the Third Grade Gold Stone Formation by Mount of Tao's Elders, specifically to thwart Mo Hua

from demolishing the wall once more.

Thankfully, Mount of Tao's Elders showed keen foresight.

Lacking that, Mo Hua had seriously contemplated shattering the wall afresh, dooming

Shen Linsu and his companions to oblivion.

The sole concern was preserving the life-gate spot for the City Lord statue.

Should the City Lord statue endure unscathed as the whole wall crumbles, claiming lives all around, Taixu Gate would still claim victory.

Regrettably, Mount of Tao's Elders had preemptively sealed this "improbable avenue."

Mo Hua found himself compelled to defend outright.

Yet evidently, all present—including Mo Hua to some measure—had underrated the prowess of Shen Linsu, the genius infused with Qilin bloodline. Shen Linsu, perched at Foundation Establishment Peak, his spiritual power vast like an ocean, clad in a Taoist robe of deep white laced with golden threads, his locks dark as midnight, features smooth as jade, gaze brimming with violet glow, sword aglow in splendor, purple Qi ascending from the east, poised with the elegance of a divine

entity.

Qian Taoist Sect's Purple Qi Golden Scale Sword Skill.

This marks a pinnacle superior sword art that had disappeared for countless years.

The cause of its loss stems from the necessity of an ancient Qilin bloodline to practice this sword technique.

However, for centuries, neither the Shen Family nor Qian Taoist Sect as a whole had witnessed a genius bearing the Qilin blood.

Hence, this sword technique remained archived away for generations.

Until the present era, when the Shen Family produced Shen Linsu.

And through the projection array displaying the proceedings, every cultivator spectating caught their initial glimpse of Shen Linsu locked in intense combat, his sword arts diverging from the norm owing to his exceptional bloodline.

Purple Qi rising from the east, bloodline forging into sword.

Auspicious clouds swirling, the Qilin infusing his very being.

It seems merely a basic sword thrust, but the purple-gold sword Qi erupts with ferocity, akin to a grand bridge spanning the sun, unyielding wherever it advances.

Ouyang Xuan proves utterly outmatched.

Linghu Xiao's Chongxu Sword Qi buckles under the pressure as well.