Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2088 - 992: Team Formation (2)

"The early rounds keep things pretty straightforward, where each win only earns a single point."

"Once the event moves forward, rivals turn fiercer, and securing victories grows tougher. Those successes then rack up far more points, potentially climbing into the dozens or even hundreds."

"That's why the Sword Discussion Conference truly tests the core strength of each sect's Heavenly Pride Disciples."

"A sect with greater numbers and mightier Heavenly Pride Disciples can push deeper into the brackets, gather more points overall, and climb higher in the rankings..."

Murong Caiyun explained with a touch of sorrow, "Our Taixu Gate... Actually, it's not only Taixu Gate, but the rest of the Eight Great Gates and Twelve Streams are in the same boat."

"We simply don't have as many top disciples compared to the Four Great Sects."

"By the semifinals or finals of the Sword Discussion, it's already impressive if Taixu Gate still has one or two top teams standing."

"Yet each of the Four Great Sects could easily field four or five such elite squads."

"And beyond those four or five elite teams, they boast even more elite bloodline Heavenly Pride squads."

"With Superior-Grade or even Heavenly Grade Spiritual Roots, mastering the best cultivation techniques, wielding top-tier Daoist Magic, refining their Spiritual Power Cycle to flawless levels, carrying direct lineage bloodlines, all at the peak of Foundation Establishment..."

Murong Caiyun gave a bitter smile.

These were cultivators boasting flawless talent, impeccable heritage, and Spiritual Power pushed to the heights of Foundation Establishment.

Taixu Gate could count itself lucky to possess even one, whereas the Four Great Sects could assemble a full team from such talents.

Mo Hua felt a quiet surge of awe inside.

The Four Great Sects possessed foundations that delved incredibly deep...

He had somewhat misjudged the scale before.

Mo Hua furrowed his brow, sinking into deep reflection.

Murong Caiyun's lovely gaze swept toward Mo Hua as her thoughts turned inward quietly.

She held Mo Hua's array skills in high esteem.

Still, the Sword Discussion Conference wasn't a Formation Competition; formations didn't play a direct role. Amid swift attacks and defenses, intricate array deployments proved bulky and impractical.

In terms of raw combat power, Mo Hua remained rather "imbalanced."

His talents for hiding, dodging, and handling spells shone brightly.

Yet his body stayed frail, his spiritual power remained limited, and he had few options for outright attacks.

This matched her experiences from past team-ups with Mo Hua, whether chasing Sin Cultivators or tackling sect missions.

Above all else stood the remarkable "Amplification Formation."

Murong Caiyun could still recall the thrilling rush of "spiritual power boiling" alongside the Five Elements Amplification.

That empowerment from the Five Elements Law felt utterly mesmerizing.

Regrettably, Murong Caiyun had savored that boost only once, from beginning to end.

It had sparked a quiet grudge in her heart that lasted for a while.

Murong Caiyun pulled her mind back and started weighing Mo Hua's strengths.

From what she saw now, Mo Hua excelled as a potent "support" type cultivator.

He adapted well, filling in whatever gaps arose.

But that also made him heavily reliant on "teammates."

The mightier his allies, the greater his own impact.

On the flip side, weak partners would leave Mo Hua's role feeling out of place...

That said...

Murong Caiyun looked at Mo Hua thoughtfully, then asked, "Junior Brother, the Sword Discussion Conference involves five-person teams. Have you figured out your preferred teammates yet?"

Mo Hua paused briefly before replying, "I've got some thoughts, but nothing firm."

"You should decide soon," Murong Caiyun urged.

Pairing with feeble teammates would waste his "support" role entirely; joining the Sword Discussion Conference like that would serve no purpose.

Selecting powerful ones brought its own issues—whether they'd accept the team-up was one thing, but justifying it to the sect would prove tricky.

The Sword Discussion Conference loomed as a grand affair, shaping the sects' portions of the Qianlong Spirit Mine and touching their vital interests.

Squad assignments for the event got planned well in advance with utmost care.

Especially for Heavenly Pride Disciples, their placements were meticulously tailored to fit ideal roles.

Mo Hua's abrupt desire to join the Sword Discussion Conference seriously fell outside those plans.

And given how the ancestors doted on him as the sect's cherished "junior brother," beloved and valued, any move to reshuffle Sword Discussion members could stir up real trouble for the sect.

Mo Hua grasped Murong Caiyun's point and nodded earnestly, "I'll give it careful thought."

He posed a few more queries on the Sword Discussion rules, picked up the basics, and wisely chose to depart.

"Senior Sister, I'm returning to the sect now. I won't interrupt your Core Formation."

With those words, Mo Hua started to go but got halted by Murong Caiyun's call.

"Junior Brother..."

"Senior Sister, anything more?" Mo Hua inquired.

Murong Caiyun hesitated briefly, her face showing a trace of sadness, then let out a soft sigh, "I can't offer much help for Taixu Gate's situation, I..."

Reluctance filled her features.

Seeing her intent, Mo Hua offered a warm smile:

"Senior Sister, don't worry. Handle the Sword Discussion stuff to me—after all, I'm Taixu Gate's... no, the junior brother across Tai’a, Chongxu, and Taixu lineages now."

Murong Caiyun blinked in surprise, yet a strange comfort settled in, drawing an unwitting smile from her.

"Senior Sister, hurry into Core Formation, then host a lavish Golden Core Feast and invite me to join the celebration," Mo Hua added with a grin.

Murong Caiyun smiled back, "Alright, take care on the way."

Mo Hua waved goodbye to Murong Caiyun and headed toward Taixu Mountain.

Across the far-off azure peaks, Mo Hua followed the winding trail.

As Mo Hua's form faded into the distance, Murong Caiyun noticed how much he'd matured without her realizing.

Right then, even as he traversed the path solo, his slender outline seemed to blend subtly with Taixu Mountain's grand presence, carrying a subtle air of walking the land, merging with the peaks, upholding the heavens...

Murong Caiyun watched closely, then broke into a soft smile, her brows like vibrant clouds, radiant and alluring.

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Back at Taixu Gate, Mo Hua turned his focus to pondering the "team formation" details with real intent.