Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2227 Chapter 1035: Ominous Sign_3

Within the Qian Learning Hundred Gates, a handful of isolated ancestors existed.

Every one of them had arrived.

The appearances of these ancestors differed greatly; certain ones appeared as aged men with silver locks, others showed young features paired with white strands, a few looked like dashing midlife men, some were bent and ancient, others possessed dragon-like builds, there were shriveled crones, and even eternal beauties resembling fairy maidens...

Each of them released absolutely no presence.

Yet in their gazes burned an unfathomable, endless profundity.

This group of around twenty Heaven Void Ancestors formed the solid backbone and supports for the mighty clans and sects, fearsome beings capable of cowing every region across the globe.

Right now, they had all assembled in the Sword Observation Tower, jointly contemplating the blades.

The vast chamber inside maintained a profound silence.

All Heaven Void Ancestors stayed mute, with some sipping tea in solitude, others closing their eyes in contemplation.

Having reached such elevated cultivation levels and endured endless years, the passage of time had eroded nearly all their feelings, leaving scant matters to rouse their spirits.

Certain ancestors, shaped by their profound practice, had grown profoundly detached in nature.

The ups and downs of clans and sects might fail to

rouse even a flicker of interest in them.

To these transcendent beings, the ordinary realm held no allure; in their vision, nothing mattered save the 'Dao' and the pursuit of 'immortality.'

Their every action aimed at chasing the 'Dao' and attaining 'immortality' through whatever path required.

Other ancestors chased renown and wealth to bolster their clans, to expand their sects, yet in the end, it all circled back to their personal 'Dao.' Lineage and authority merely served as expressions of that Dao.

Regarding the practice of Heaven Void cultivation, the drain on Spirit Stones proved enormous.

The need for Spiritual Objects loomed even larger.

Such pursuits demanded vast might for backing and plentiful supplies for sustenance.

Lacking the backing of clans and sects, they could never isolate from mortal concerns, retreat into isolation, and push forward in their cultivation path.

To venture past the Heaven Void realm, that lofty and legendary domain mentioned only in dusty scrolls.

Naturally, unless one achieves immortality, even Heaven Void Ancestors remain mortal at heart.

They possess the full spectrum of human passions and cravings.

Not every Heaven Void Ancestor embodies detachment.

Certain Heaven Void Ancestors harbor fiery dispositions.

For instance, the Ancestor Ye from the Daluo Sect, featuring sharp brows like swords and a flowing beard, with a rough-hewn visage, would from time to time shoot furious looks toward Elder Master Xun of the Taixu Gate.

In the Daluo Sect, his cherished young disciple—a prodigy in sword dao whom he pinned his greatest expectations on—was meant to dazzle at the Sword Discussion Conference.

Instead, that genius fell in one blow to a Taixu Gate disciple.

The crucial point was that this foe wasn't a sword cultivator at all.

That opponent's blade work barely qualified as swordsmanship.

The Daluo Sect's ancestor seethed with shame; mere recollection filled him with disgrace.

Of course, owing to the gravity of the event, he restrained his ire and held his tongue.

Elder Master Xun perceived the hostility yet merely savored his tea in peace, acting as though the incident never occurred...

Beyond the Dongxu Hall.

The heads of various sects had likewise convened at the Sword Observation Tower. The Valley Master of Hundred Flower Valley, accompanied by several Taoist State women in regal robes, murmured among themselves. No leader from the Four Sects, Eight Gates, or Twelve Streams missed the gathering.

This brutal Asura clash carried such deep repercussions that it left every sect head gripped by equal worry and tension.

Even the leaders of the Four Great Sects found composure elusive.

Their unease didn't stem from the Taixu Gate.

As the focal point, the Taixu Gate faced imminent peril, teetering on the edge of survival.

What troubled them were the perils from the remaining three of the Four Great Sects once the Asura battle concluded.

Upon igniting, the Asura battle turned into a relentless slaughterhouse; by its close, without mercy, any sect's rising stars might endure assaults from the prodigies of the other three sects.

Amid the carnage, perils lurked at every turn.

In the assaults and resistances, endless variations arose.

Nobody could predict who might shatter the siege and endure until the finale.

Moreover, given the lofty points from the Asura battle, should the following Sword Discussion fail to widen the divide, the top scorer in the Asura fray could claim the top spot in the Sword Discussion Conference too. Thus, among the Four Great Sects, the victor in the Sword Discussion hinged on this Asura battle's outset. Consequently, the Four Great Sects' leaders could hardly keep their calm. The Taixu Three Mountains Sect Leader's turmoil defied description. For the Taixu Gate in its present plight, merely holding their rank would count as immense luck.

Should the rank slip only slightly, they'd still deem it bearable.

Anything more, they'd dare not dream.

None understood better than them that the Qianxue Four Great Sects stood as invincible 'Great Mountains.'

Outside the Sword Observation Tower.

In the Mount of Tao's viewing zone.

The Taixu Gate elders, joined by Foundation Establishment disciples from early, mid, and late stages, had nearly all shown up to witness

the confrontation.

This showdown would seal their sect's destiny.

For these members, its importance matched that weight.

Yet at present, the scene brimmed with strain, leaving all hearts suspended in dread.

And in the Feng family stands, Great Elder Zhang, Zhang Lan, Gu Hong

of the Gu family, plus assorted elders, Court Official Gu

Changhuai, and Xia Canonical Official...

All fixed their eyes on the fray.

To varying degrees, they grasped the dire straits and fretted inwardly for Mo Hua and the Taixu Gate.

Even Great Elder Zhang, having observed numerous sword sessions by Mo Hua, felt a budding affection for this 'probable' Taixu Gate talent who had mastered the Zhang Family's Water Passing Step, and hoped Mo Hua and his fellows wouldn't suffer defeat.

Or failing that, not a crushing one...

Nevertheless, among the onlookers, many cultivators took delight in the misfortune:

'By all accounts, Mo Hua can't last this time, can he?'

'A lone attacker, and he evades; a team after him, and he flees;'

'But a whole sect, or even ten sects' worth of foes all gunning for him—where would he conceal himself, where could he flee?'