Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2216 Chapter 1032: Blood of the Qilin (Part 2)

The Tianzi Bureau is destined to fully emerge as the central arena for the Four Great Sects.

Taixu Gate will undoubtedly encounter challenging hurdles ahead.

Each move they make gets surrounded by the heroes from the Four Sects.

Even should Mo Hua stay undefeated within the Tianzi Bureau, it won't make any difference.

The Tianzi Sword Discussion holds far too much importance in deciding the overall victory.

Taixu Gate's base is far too fragile, its elite disciples can't possibly rival those of the Four Great Sects, and their ultimate ranking will never climb high.

It looks like Taixu Gate is steadily inching toward the status of the "Four Great Sects."

Nevertheless, as Taixu Gate draws closer to the "Four Great Sects" rank, Mo Hua's personal aim of claiming "first in the sword discussion" slips further away.

It's grown so remote that it stirs a hint of "despair" within him.

Mo Hua wrinkled his forehead.

His desire is to seize first place in the sword discussion.

For that, his rivals need to include all the premier geniuses across the Qianxue State Boundary.

His intuitive grasp of causality whispers that a faint opportunity lingers somewhere in this mess....

Yet now, it appears the odds of breaking into the top four in the Dizi Bureau are already rather slim.

And the Tianzi Bureau stands as nothing more than a "dead end."

With the events unfolding this way, there's no genuine shot at triumph.

Mo Hua slumped over his desk, gripped by frustration and a touch of powerlessness.

Evidently, his power isn't lacking, and he's acquired substantial abilities, but he still experiences this "helplessness."

The secrets of heaven grow murky, causality evades capture, and the path forward proves hard to foresee.

A flicker of bewilderment crossed Mo Hua's thoughts before he pulled out a copper coin, rolled it between his fingers, and whispered inwardly:

"Master, precisely how... can I rescue you..."

Still, the copper coin stayed still, showing no ripple of causal energy.

The following day at midday, the sword discussion against Qian Taoist Sect kicked off. The outer grounds of Mount of Tao brimmed with spectators once more.

The crowd of cultivators observing the clash was no smaller than during the earlier sword discussion between Taixu Gate and Daluo Sect.

In the past, that Taixu Gate versus Daluo Sect sword discussion decided if Taixu Gate could claim the "leader of the Eight Gates" spot.

Today, this sword discussion will settle whether Taixu Gate holds even a narrow path to rising among the Four Great Sects.

Both contests carry equal weight.

Debates over who would prevail raged on without end.

The majority figured Taixu Gate was bound to fall short.

A handful of cultivators reckoned Taixu Gate retained some fighting spirit.

The key factor boiled down to this being a "castle defense battle" for Taixu Gate.

Most others' defense battles put them at a disadvantage.

But Taixu Gate's defense battle granted them an edge.

"Though Mo Hua can be irritating, during a castle defense battle, his mastery of formations—such as scaling the heights—is as formidable as that of the Four Great Sects' top talents."

"Can't argue with that."

"On top of that, he's got this distinctive 'sword control' technique..."

"Oh please, what sort of 'sword control' is that?"

"No sword moves, no sword Qi—just manipulating a sword, and even that's on the verge of exploding..."

"How does that qualify as 'sword"?"

"Calling it 'sword control' is an insult."

"Regardless of the label, its strength isn't something to dismiss, is it?

Didn't a Daluo Sect member get taken out by just one sword?"

"Yeah, that guy really did fall to a single sword...

"Fallen to a single sword..."

Thanks to that one sword discussion, Daluo Sect's Ye Zhiyuan shifted from being a celebrated Qianxue sword control genius to merely "that guy."

The onlookers might forget his name, but they vividly recall his "tale."

Namely, getting "killed by a single sword."

"So, Taixu Gate has a real shot in this sword discussion."

"Even if they end up losing, it'll make for a thrilling spectacle at least."

All present agreed with nods.

With this eager expectation, the sword discussion commenced.

It was an assault and defense showdown.

Qian Taoist Sect launched the attack, while Taixu Gate held the fort.

The wall's safeguarding formation had been swapped out by Mount of Tao's Elders for a Third Grade Gold Stone Formation, all to stop Mo Hua

from demolishing the wall once more.

Luckily, Mount of Tao's Elders possessed sharp foresight.

If not, Mo Hua had actually considered blasting the wall again, which would have dragged

Shen Linsu and the rest to their doom.

The sole concern was preserving the life-gate spot for the City Lord statue.

Should the City Lord statue endure unscathed amid the wall's total destruction and the ensuing casualties, it would still count as Taixu Gate's victory.

Regrettably, Mount of Tao's Elders had sealed off this "improbable route" beforehand.

Mo Hua was forced to mount a direct defense.

But it was obvious that everyone, Mo Hua included to some degree, had undervalued the might of Shen Linsu, the genius bearing the Qilin bloodline. At the peak of Foundation Establishment, Shen Linsu wielded spiritual power vast as an ocean, clad in a Taoist robe of deep white threaded with gold, his locks dark as night, skin smooth as fine jade, gaze shimmering with violet glow, sword at the ready, purple Qi rising from the east, his bearing ethereal like an immortal.

Qian Taoist Sect's Purple Qi Golden Scale Sword Skill.

This elite sword art of the highest caliber had vanished for ages.

The cause of its disappearance lay in the need for the ancient Qilin bloodline to master it.

However, neither the Shen Family nor Qian Taoist Sect as a whole had produced a Qilin blood genius in hundreds of years.

Thus, this sword technique lay dormant for centuries.

Until the current Shen Family generation yielded Shen Linsu.

And upon the projection screen displaying the battle, every cultivator spectating beheld for the first time Shen Linsu's fervent combat and his bloodline-infused swordsmanship, distinct from the norm.

Purple Qi from the east, bloodline forging the blade.

Auspicious clouds, Qilin embodying his figure.

It seemed like a straightforward sword swing, but the purple-gold sword Qi erupted with fury, resembling a vast bridge spanning the sun, unstoppable along its course.

Ouyang Xuan stood no chance against it.

Linghu Xiao's Chongxu Sword Qi couldn't hold up either.