Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2220 Chapter 1033: Asura (Part 2)

The grotesque visage shattered Mo Hua's focused contemplation.

Mo Hua's brow furrowed.

'Has something gone wrong?'

Still, he couldn't pinpoint what might have transpired...

His grasp on karma and consequences remained too shallow to grasp the depths of maneuvers beyond the Heavenly Void.

All he held was a sharp sense of interconnected fates.

Along with a subtle link to the Evil Embryo, bound by their shared roots.

Mo Hua pondered briefly before shaking his head.

'Never mind, it's not my concern. I'll just concentrate on the sword competition...'

Countless events unfolded at the Qian Learning State Boundary; no single Foundation Building Cultivator could fret over them all.

When the heavens crumble, taller figures always stand ready to support them.

He wasn't among those giants.

Truth be told, in this crowd, he ranked as one of the smallest.

Mo Hua steadied his thoughts and resumed planning for the Heaven level sword competition.

Even though victory appeared slim from his viewpoint, exhaustive preparation was essential to grasp any faint chance.

After all, his master's fate hung in the balance.

However, Mo Hua struggled to maintain full focus.

A vague unease stirred in the shadows.

That sinister, twisted smile would sporadically invade Mo Hua's mind, disrupting his musings.

It acted as though some triumph was secured, reveling in smug satisfaction.

Irritation flickered through Mo Hua.

'Grinning once more?'

Mo Hua whispered icily, 'Keep grinning, and I'll seal you away...'

Whether Mo Hua's 'warning' took effect, alerting the Evil Embryo to peril,

Or the moment simply arrived for its withdrawal,

The repulsive countenance refrained from mocking Mo Hua further.

Mo Hua gave a nod and delved uninterrupted into the sword competition's intricacies...

...

Dawn yielded to sunrise, the morning light radiant and splendid. Outwardly, serenity prevailed.

At the Mount of Tao.

Representatives from the Four Sects and Eight Gates clustered around the Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument, scrutinizing its inferred roster.

This roster pertained to the concluding Earth level sword competition.

For certain sects, such as the Taixu Gate.

The Earth level sword competition's broader results were set, rendering this last bout irrelevant, so they spared it little regard.

Other sects brimmed with tension.

Their clashes hung in precarious balance, positions fiercely disputed; one win

or loss could dictate the sect's advance or setback.

Elders from these sects found it hard to stay composed.

Yet such sects were scarce; most elders embraced an odd 'ease.'

With the final bout done, the Earth level competition would conclude.

It resembled the ultimate trial in a sect evaluation—finished, and respite follows,

that peculiar wave of relief.

Though the Heaven level competition loomed later.

A break would intercede.

Besides, for most sects, the Heaven level was purely 'elite tier,' beyond their reach.

Indeed, numerous sects lacked even a squad eligible for the Heaven level.

Earth level's end marked their true finale in this sword discourse.

The Heaven level's arena belonged to premier sects and their unparalleled prodigies.

It held scant relevance for the rest.

Hence, in a way, this stood as their ultimate sword discourse.

Win or lose, aside—once ended, the 'break' begins.

No further fretting over triumphs or losses, no straining wits against rival sects.

In this frame of indifferent acceptance, whether prolonging or hastening the inevitable, each sect's envoys unveiled the Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument's projected list.

Abruptly, faces across the board shifted.

A wave of dread chilled their cores.

The vivid sun above turned ominous and frigid.

Even Mount of Tao's elders betrayed unease and incredulity in their gazes.

Throughout the gathering, in every sect leader's grasp, across all sword discourse tallies, the projected competition format for every disciple bore those identical three symbols:

Shura Battle!

'No way!'

'A Shura Battle? How?!'

Within the Mount of Tao's assembly chamber.

Mount of Tao elders alongside Four Sects and Eight Gates delegates buzzed with fervor and debate:

'Wasn't this archaic, savage competition format scrapped ages ago? Why would the Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument yield it?'

'Has the Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument been manipulated?'

'Who possesses such power?'

'The Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument counts as the sacred relic bequeathed by Mount of Tao's forebear; scarce few in the cultivation realm could warp its fates or invert its inferences.'

'Such formidable entities, steeped in awe-inspiring legacies—why squander effort here?'

'And for what profit?'

'Altering the sword competition to 'Shura Battle'—what's the aim? Stirring chaos on purpose?'

'Mere ennui, craving diversion?'

'Unthinkable...'

Through the heated exchanges, one elder interjected:

'The event's unfolded; causes can wait. The pressing issue is handling the upcoming sword competition.'

'Shall we heed the Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument's output?'

'If yes, then ancient protocols demand the 'Shura Battle!'

'That'd ignite massive uproar.'

'If no, what's the alternative?'

'Scrap the Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument's findings and devise our own roster? Or urge it to infer anew?'

These suggestions hushed the chamber briefly.

All knit brows in deep thought.

Soon, a voice declared firmly:

'We can't proceed with Shura Battle; it's a relic of old, banished for its brutality, its raw pragmatism, its emphasis on carnage. It screams 'survival of the strongest,' clashing with Righteous Cultivators' harmonious pursuit to banish fiends and safeguard the righteous path.'