Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2185 Chapter 1023: The Weight of the Formation Leader

Previously on Immortality Through Array Formations...
In the Sword Discussion arena, Xiao Wuchen of the Heavenly Sword Sect unleashed devastating Sword Qi, utterly suppressing Linghu Xiao, Taixu Gate's prodigy, due to his superior Foundation Establishment Peak cultivation and mastery of Sword Dao. The rest of Taixu Gate's team, including Mo Hua, struggled desperately against the overwhelming might of the Heavenly Sword Sect's disciples but could offer no effective resistance. Linghu Xiao fought valiantly until exhaustion before falling to a fatal strike, leading to the swift defeat of his comrades and Taixu Gate's complete loss. Spectators watched in silence, their hopes dashed by the one-sided crushing, with some mocking the futility of the Three Sects Unification.

Midnight struck in the Qianxue State Boundary.

Within the grand hall of a particular Sect.

A assembly of Taoist Law Elders convened once more, their faces etched with solemnity.

The previous all-night session had truly been their final one—or so they believed.

They had assumed that the troublesome Mo Hua couldn't cause further waves, and indeed, Taixu Gate had suffered consecutive defeats.

Yet just when stability appeared to return, this persistent Mo Hua disrupted everything anew.

This gathering drew an even larger crowd to the hall.

In addition to the Taoist Law Elders, several Formation Arts Elders had been summoned as well.

After all, Taoist Law Elders specialize solely in Taoist Skills.

Matters involving Formations, however...

These Sect Elders, all at Golden Core level or higher, possess wide-ranging knowledge and aren't completely clueless.

Yet such expertise covers only basic Formation concerns.

They handle typical Formation Masters.

Facing a Formation prodigy akin to a fiend, though—that exceeds their capabilities.

Particularly for a figure like Mo Hua, recognized as the Formation Leader among thousands of sects in Qianxue.

Despite his mere Foundation Establishment realm and status as a mere Sect Disciple, his Formation prowess surpasses what these Taoist Law Elders can comprehend.

Specialized work demands specialists among cultivators.

As a result, various sects had called in informed Formation Arts Elders to join the discussion.

The Formation Arts Elders felt this situation odd.

Nothing like it had ever occurred before.

This was, after all, the Sword Discussion Conference, centered on Swordsmanship and Taoist Skills.

Those focused on Taoist Skills wouldn't typically consult Formation experts like them on rule matters.

But Mo Hua's rise was starting to shatter old conventions bit by bit.

In the hall, cultivators encircled one another, engaging in fervent debate:

"We clearly overlooked this kid's potential..."

"Who could've imagined he'd plot during the Sword Discussion Conference, sketching high-rank formations for protection—it's utterly absurd..."

"This little rascal keeps inventing fresh tricks..."

"It's giving us all a real migraine..."

One Taoist Law Elder, thoroughly irritated by Mo Hua, snorted in disdain:

"Over a millennium of Sword Discussion Conferences, and no one ever abused this gap—only this sly kid pulled off such a 'shameful stunt'..."

"Was it truly that no one tried? No, it's that no one possessed the skill to do so!"

"At late Foundation Establishment, how many can even sketch a nineteen-pattern high-rank formation? Folks like that usually skip the Sword Discussion altogether."

"You miss the point," a Formation Arts Elder clarified, "it's not merely about sketching it—the crucial part is the speed."

"Amid fierce combat, to etch two or three high-rank formations in mere moments... That pace for inscribing formations is simply astonishing..."

"He's only at Foundation Establishment, but even numerous Golden Core Formation Arts Elders among us might not match this boy's swiftness."

The attending Formation Arts Elders wore grave looks, yet they offered no counterarguments.

A few had observed the clash firsthand.

Others, though not present, had reviewed the records repeatedly.

Mo Hua's Formation sketching remained obscured and secretive, but the rapid finish was undeniably stunning.

The unaware merely noted the high-rank formations.

Only experts recognized that this Formation deployment speed was the true shock.

While the formations held great power, they demanded lengthy setup.

This stood as one of Formations' primary weaknesses.

Without quick inscription, even the mightiest Formation proves worthless.

Hence, beyond his deep Formation insights, Mo Hua's rapid inscription technique reached "cheat-like" heights.

"This kid toyed with us completely..."

A voice sighed in resignation, "Mo Hua's spot on Taixu Gate's debate team was meant to be as a 'Formation Master' from the start!"

And not any ordinary one.

Rather, a second-grade high-rank Formation Master boasting exceptional survival skills!

That's precisely why Taixu Gate's ancestors and upper echelons permitted him to ally with prodigies like Linghu Xiao.

But they concealed it masterfully.

Spells first, then hiding techniques, followed by evasion arts, and at last, Formations.

They unveiled their hidden strengths gradually.

Everyone got pulled along unwittingly, one step at a time.

Views of Mo Hua evolved from the hollowly famed "Formation Leader" to a Sword Discussion "wanderer," Taixu Gate's "Crown Prince," then a novice Spiritual Cultivator, one skilled in concealment, a Spiritual Cultivator with remarkable evasion...

Just as all presumed him a versatile Spiritual Cultivator excelling in every art, he circled back to his core strength, leaving all stunned.

The loop closed, reverting to the origin:

This Mo Hua remained the Formation Demon, dominating the Four Sects and crushing three generations.

He was Qianxue's top in Formations, the unrivaled Formation Leader!

The Taoist Law Elders in the hall finally grasped the truth at this juncture.

Suddenly, they felt like fools juggled with mere seeds and fruits.

"That wretched kid... he ought to be executed..."

An elder clenched his teeth fiercely.

Were he not an elder mindful of his dignity, he'd eagerly sign onto the "Tumo Order" to curse Mo Hua.

"Stop it," another elder interjected, "dwelling on this serves no purpose—what matters now is devising solutions for the immediate crisis."

"There's a definitive fix..."

An elder's gaze sharpened, "Simply rule him as rule-breaker, void his prior wins, and ban high-rank formations henceforth."

"Precisely!"

"Employing high-rank formations at the Sword Discussion Conference has no precedent."

"Label it a violation, and the issue resolves itself."

Several nodded in support.

But others scoffed, "Think it's so straightforward?"

"He breaks down Formation tools, carries a Formation Pen, employs Spiritual Ink—all permitted under the Sword Discussion rules."

"To deem him violator by force, we'd need to amend rules and alter the code."