Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2116 Chapter 1001: "Crown Prince
Previously on Immortality Through Array Formations...
The heavenly canvas blankets the heavens and cloaks the ground, as shadowy inks gather overhead, unveiling close to a hundred duels of swords, brimming with twists and turns, captivating and vibrant.
In the heart of this canvas, Mo Hua's silhouette shimmered, emerging gradually at last.
From the Shangguan family's viewing stand, Yu Er spotted Mo Hua right away, her gaze sparkling as she applauded and exclaimed:
"Brother Mo! Mom, look over here quick!"
Clad in elegant palace robes, the poised Wenren Wan observed the canvas above, where Mo Hua wore the black and deep blue Taixu Sect's sword discussion Daoist robe, his eyes sharp and bearing calm, already exuding self-assurance amid the thousands, and she displayed a satisfied grin.
Meanwhile, among the vast sea of cultivators beyond the display, numerous gazes—sharp or lackluster—fixed upon Mo Hua all at once.
These gazes held diverse feelings.
Some brimmed with expectation, others overflowed with intrigue, a few held amusement, and some remained chilly and detached...
Nevertheless, plenty of cultivators still failed to identify Mo Hua.
"Who exactly is Mo Hua?"
Within the Taixu Sect group, five individuals stood out.
The first to rule out was the burly Cheng Mo, who, to put it plainly, had a sturdy build but a straightforward mind, surely no Formation Master.
The other four proved tougher to pinpoint.
"That fellow's got an arrogant expression, defiant vibe, looks like the troublemaker stirring chaos in the sect—could he be Mo Hua?"
"That's a disciple from Tai'a Mountain..."
"That one with the frosty look, awfully aloof, resembling a 'genius'..."
"That's Linghu Xiao, the Sword Dao prodigy from Mount Chongxu."
"Maybe that youth with the Li Fire Sword slung across his back?"
"Idiot, he's got a sword—how could he be a Formation Master?" "Then..."
All exchanged puzzled glances, then together shifted their focus to the final member of their circle, a handsome youth with clear eyes and white teeth, brows resembling a bright moon and features like a gentle sun, instantly stirring a wave of recognition, as if wrapped in a soft spring wind, though a bit on the shorter side.
"Is that... Mo Hua?"
The once bustling Mount of Tao fell quiet in an instant.
Many unfamiliar with Mo Hua wore baffled expressions.
"Didn't they say he was super brooding?"
"Wasn't he described as a wild troublemaker?"
"Who's this slight young man with brows like a clear moon and eyes like twinkling stars, so pure and radiant?"
"Who called him a weirdo? Why does he seem... kinda endearing?"
"A lad like this, already a remarkable Formation genius?" In the audience seats, numerous female disciples and female cultivators gazed at Mo Hua's cheerful and charming visage, their eyes gleaming brightly.
Plenty of male disciples and male cultivators scowled darkly, quite unhappy, grumbling:
"You can't judge a book by its cover."
"Seems adorable, but could still be a oddball—don't let the looks deceive you, things aren't always what they appear."
"Exactly, the brighter the smile, the shadier the intentions might lurk beneath..."
"Plus, this is sword discussion—good looks won't win it all..."
"I want to witness the real abilities of this Taixu Sect's Formation genius, the Formation Leader of Qian Learning State Boundary, bold enough to join the sword discussion, challenging all sorts of prodigies in combat and Sword Dao rivalry..."
Innumerable cultivators, countless stares, all riveted intently on Mo Hua.
Mount of Tao, Inner Mountain.
A sudden chill ran through Mo Hua.
He glanced around, peering past the sky-blocking Formation and the curtain-like canvas of heaven, faintly making out the throngs of cultivators encircling Mount of Tao, packed like ants swarming hills and fields, or a surging tide stretching to the edges of sight.
Yet details escaped him, and their words remained inaudible.
This fifth-grade Large Formation severed both vision and sound, shielding the inner arena's sword discussion disciples from any interference by the watchers.
At the same time, it served as Formation safeguarding.
It blocked any hidden Evil Demon Heads in the crowd, or those with wavering resolve and malicious schemes, from bursting forth abruptly to massacre the
sword-dueling prodigies.
After all, these disciples' cultivation levels were merely at Foundation Establishment.
And Qian Learning State Boundary, being fifth-grade territory, could host Feather Transformation and even Heaven Void Realm cultivators unleashing their utmost power.
If mass slaughters on the Feather Transformation scale or higher erupted on such a grand level, the "young" talents would stand no chance, inevitably leading to devastating losses.
The core strengths of the prominent families and sects surrounding Qian Learning State Boundary would suffer severe blows as well.
With the Large Formation's barrier clouding the view, Mo Hua pulled back his sight, turning his focus to the sword discussion event unfolding ahead.
This marked his debut in sword discussion.
His foes hailed from a modestly ranked small sect among the Qian Learning Hundred Gates, called Qingshuang Sect, whose inherited cultivation art went by the name "Qingshuang Skill."
And since this was a "Yellow" field preliminary bout, the format stayed simple, with victory conditions straightforward to grasp.
A five-on-five clash sufficed for a win.
The preliminary terrain spanned just a modest woodland.
The two sides roamed briefly before clashing, igniting the fight without delay.
Cheng Mo charged ahead first.
Ouyang Xuan fused with his sword, striking from the sides, while Situ Jian offered backup.
Linghu Xiao unleashed Chongxu Sword Qi.
And then, it concluded...
The skirmish wrapped up, every adversary down.
Throughout, Mo Hua remained rooted, unmoving, his hands tucked within his sleeves.
The fierce clash that erupted fizzled out with equal speed.
Across the heavenly canvas, Mo Hua's squad secured triumph, the scene faded away, hazy for a beat, before reshaping to air the subsequent sword discussion.
Beyond, a momentary hush fell.
Soon after, chatter erupted, buzzing without end.
"Impossible... it's done just like that?"
"This some kind of prank?" "It's sword discussion, and he didn't even lift a finger?"
"Just leaning on his teammates?"
"No choice, his allies were overwhelmingly powerful—he never got an opening to act..."
"Even so, that's too hands-off; at minimum, strike a pose, swing something, show some involvement, even if it's just hurling a Fireball Technique, at least prove he's in the sword discussion..."