Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2220 Chapter 1033: Asura (Part 2)

This grotesque visage disrupted Mo Hua's focused deliberations.

Mo Hua knitted his brows.

'Did something occur?'

Still, he failed to grasp what event might have transpired...

His grasp on causality lacked the depth to comprehend strategic maneuvers surpassing the Heaven Void realm.

What he held was merely a sharp sense of cause and effect.

Along with a subtle connection to the Evil Embryo, bound by their common roots.

Mo Hua pondered briefly before shaking his head.

'Never mind, it's not my concern. I should concentrate on the sword contest...'

Countless events unfolded at the Qian Learning State Boundary, and a simple Foundation Building Cultivator couldn't fret over them all.

If the heavens collapse, taller figures will always support them.

He wasn't among the tallest.

Truth be told, amid this crowd, he ranked as one of the smallest.

Mo Hua settled his thoughts and resumed planning for the Heaven level sword contest.

Though victory seemed highly unlikely from his viewpoint, thorough preparation was essential to grasp that faint chance.

After all, his master's fate hung in the balance.

However, Mo Hua struggled to maintain full focus.

An intangible feeling lingered.

That sinister and malevolent smile would sporadically invade Mo Hua's mind, breaking his concentration.

It appeared triumphant, smug in its accomplishment.

Annoyance stirred within Mo Hua.

'Grinning once more?'

Mo Hua whispered icily, 'Keep grinning, and I'll draw you in...'

Whether Mo Hua's 'warning' took effect and the Evil Embryo detected peril,

Or it was merely time for withdrawal again,

The repulsive face no longer risked smirking before Mo Hua.

Mo Hua gave a nod and proceeded to examine the sword contest details without interruption...

...

Dawn yielded to daybreak, with the morning light vivid and splendid. Outwardly, serenity prevailed.

At the Mount of Tao.

Delegates from the Four Sects and Eight Gates assembled near the Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument, scrutinizing the roster it had computed.

This roster pertained to the concluding Earth level sword contest.

For certain sects, such as Taixu Gate.

The Earth level sword contest's overall results were set, rendering this final bout negligible, so they showed little interest.

Other sects felt mounting pressure.

Their matches hung in suspense, rankings tightly packed, where one win

or loss could dictate the sect's advancement or setback.

Elders from these sects grew restless despite themselves.

Yet such groups were rare; most elders experienced an odd 'easing.'

Post this final round, the Earth level event would conclude.

It resembled the ultimate trial in a sect evaluation; completion meant respite,

that peculiar sensation of release.

Despite the impending Heaven level contest.

A break would intervene.

Besides, for numerous sects, the Heaven level was purely 'elite tier,' beyond their reach.

In reality, plenty of sects lacked even a squad eligible for Heaven level.

Earth level's end marked their sword discussion's finish.

The Heaven level arena belonged to premier sects and their supreme prodigies.

It held no relevance for the rest.

Hence, in a way, this truly was the concluding sword discussion.

Result, favorable or not, once done, 'holiday' commenced.

No further fretting over triumphs or failures, no more straining wits against rival sects.

With this attitude, where prolonging or hastening the inevitable changed nothing, each sect's delegates unveiled the Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument's projected list.

Abruptly, faces across the board altered.

A wave of cold dread pierced their cores.

The warm sun above turned ominous and chilling.

Even Mount of Tao's elders displayed unease and incredulity

in their gazes.

Throughout the assembly, in the grasp of every sect and elder, across all sword discussion rosters, the projected format for every disciple's contest bore identical three words:

Shura Battle!

'No way!'

'A Shura Battle? How?!'

Within the Mount of Tao's assembly chamber.

Mount of Tao elders alongside Four Sects and Eight Gates representatives buzzed with agitation and debate:

'Wasn't this archaic, savage sword contest format long discarded? Why would the Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument compute it?'

'Has the Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument been manipulated?'

'Who possesses such immense power?'

'The Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument is the sacred relic bequeathed by Mount of Tao's founder; those capable of twisting its causality and overturning its calculations are exceedingly scarce across the cultivation realm.'

'Such mighty entities, with their awe-inspiring pedigrees, why expend energy on this?'

'And what profit would they reap?'

'Altering the sword contest to 'Shura Battle'—what's the motive? Stirring chaos on purpose?'

'Mere ennui and diversion?'

'Unthinkable...'

Amid the ongoing arguments, one elder interjected:

'The event has transpired; causes can be probed afterward. The urgent issue is handling the upcoming sword contest?'

'Adhere to the Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument's deductions?'

'If yes, we must uphold the old tradition and conduct the 'Shura

Battle!'

'That would ignite massive uproar.

'If no, what's the alternative?'

'Ignore the Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument's output and devise our own roster? Or attempt another deduction from the Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument?'

These remarks prompted a brief hush.

All furrowed brows in thought.

Soon, one declared firmly:

'We can't proceed with the Shura Battle; it's a relic of the past, banned for its brutality, its opportunism, its emphasis on killing. It embodies raw 'survival of the strongest,' clashing with Righteous Cultivators' unity to purge demons and safeguard the righteous path.'