Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2236 Chapter 1008: Ink Manipulation (Part 3)

A collective sense of regret settled upon several Formation Elders.

Many cultivators present had caught on to the predicament.

The defensive formations protecting the Taixu Gate were nearly pushed to their breaking point.

Understandably so, as Mo Hua had already deployed a significant number of formations throughout the engagement.

The relentless assault from the Four Sects and Seven Gates had effectively shredded the majority of the barriers he had painstakingly set up.

Only a handful of formations remained, and they were flickering on the verge of collapse.

Deep within the Sword Discussion Conference, Mo Hua was acutely aware of the waning defense.

Outside the valley, the air roiled with clashing Taoist skills and the constant, jarring vibrations of formations under fire, punctuated by endless thunderous echoes.

Unfazed, Mo Hua sat atop a large boulder in the heart of the valley.

The stone was unremarkable, yet Mo Hua had remained motionless since the moment he first arrived.

Upon entering, he had immediately set to work on his Formation Painting.

Utilizing the respite bought by his Illusion Array and Concealment Formation, he had periodically managed to craft twenty High-Rank Formations.

Most of these had been consumed during the previous wave of hostilities.

Currently, only three or four remained, and they were rapidly failing under the sustained onslaught.

With the foundations depleted, the situation was becoming dire.

"Since it has come to this, there is no sense in concealing my efforts any longer..."

With calm precision, Mo Hua retrieved his brushes and ink, spread out the formation media, and began to work.

No longer hiding behind a blanket or masking his speed, he unleashed his full capability, painting formations with erratic intensity.

Mo Hua’s gaze was sharp, his focus absolute, and as his Divine Sense surged outward, his hand moved with such velocity it blurred into a phantom image.

Graceful strokes danced across the paper and jade, weaving complex patterns effortlessly into exquisite, flawless formations.

The speed was unprecedented and left onlookers stunned.

Outside the fray, the cultivators watching Mo Hua were instantly sent into a frenzy.

"This..."

"Is such a speed even humanly possible?"

"He is moving twice as fast as before; it defies logic."

"Does this mean the boy was intentionally suppressing his true talent until now?"

"I cannot grasp how one could paint with such terrifying efficiency."

"And to maintain such pace without a single error? Just how deep is his mastery of these formations?"

The more they pondered, the deeper their bewilderment grew.

Even the disciples of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect were paralyzed with shock.

One disciple whispered, "Elder, by what method does one achieve this?"

The elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect remained speechless, rendered mute by the display.

Conversely, the morale of the Taixu Gate surged.

The disciples who knew Mo Hua well watched with burning intensity.

They understood that their junior brother had finished playing games—he was finally showing his hand.

Inside the Dao Discussion Valley, Mo Hua remained completely locked in, silent and entirely focused on his craftsmanship.

He became little more than a cold, efficient "formation machine," churning out a steady stream of Second Grade Nineteen Patterns High-Rank Formations.

These were swiftly snatched up by Hao Xuan and the other disciples to be deployed immediately at the valley entrance.

Beyond the gates, the enemy traded lives for ground.

Inside, Mo Hua labored to maintain the defensive barrier.

Slowly, the onlookers realized that the intensity of the Four Sects and Seven Gates' assault could no longer keep pace with Mo Hua's ability to replace them.

And all of this was the work of a single individual.

Combined with the narrow topography of the pass and the lethal deterrence of the five Tai'a brothers, the resistance was becoming legendary.

A chorus of disbelief erupted from the crowd.

They could never have imagined someone capable of such a feat.

Even veteran experts from prestigious Formation Sects found the sight fundamentally impossible to believe.

At this rate, unless a true prodigy intervened, the Four Sects and Seven Gates would likely suffer total annihilation before they could ever break through Mo Hua's defenses.

"Is this... the true weight of a Qianxue Array Dao Leader?"

Young talents from various prestigious formation lineages felt a sudden, suffocating pressure as their own ambitions were humbled.

Back within the camp of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect, the initial shock gave way to grim realization as the elders shook their heads in defeat.

"The Taixu Gate... they cannot hold."

A disciple asked, "But aren't they currently holding the line?"

Despite the speed of the formations and the tenacity of the defense, the elder of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect offered a regretful sigh.

"Painting them fast is one thing, but the formation media is finite. Even the most skilled cook cannot prepare a feast without grain. Once the media is exhausted, his skill is rendered useless."

Because Mo Hua relied on dismantling and recycling existing media, he was strictly limited by the supplies present at the Sword Discussion Conference.

The Taixu Gate had only brought about thirty pieces, and after what had been used or salvaged, fewer than ten remained.

Regardless of his bottomless Divine Sense or his blistering pace, there were simply no materials left to write upon.

The defensive line was inevitably nearing its expiration.

The veteran elders of the Formation Sects saw the outcome clearly long before the rest of the spectators.

Eventually, the reality dawned on everyone else.

"The Taixu Gate... it is finished."

No matter how fast he created them, the end was inevitable. As the struggle continued, the relentless charges of the Four Sects and Seven Gates finally drained every last scrap of formation media.

Once the supplies were gone, the wall of formations ceased to exist.

Mo Hua remained composed; he felt no arrogance, no panic, no rage, and no despair. He simply retreated into meditation, closing his eyes to recover his expended Divine Sense.

It was as though the entire world had ceased to matter except for the stillness within his own heart.