Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2227 - 1035: Ominous Sign_3

Within the Qian Learning Hundred Gates, a handful of scattered ancestors existed.

Every one of them was there.

These ancestors displayed diverse looks: certain ones appeared as white-haired elders, others showed young features with gray locks, some looked middle-aged and striking, a few were bent and aged, others possessed dragon-like builds, some were shriveled crones, and certain ones resembled eternal beauties like immortal maidens...

One after another, they released absolutely no aura.

Yet in their gazes burned an unfathomable, endless profundity.

These roughly twenty Heaven Void Ancestors formed the solid backbone and support of the mighty clans and sects, fearsome entities capable of cowing any region across the globe.

Right now, they had all convened in the Sword Observation Tower, jointly contemplating the swords.

In the spacious hall, silence reigned supreme.

All Heaven Void Ancestors stayed mute; some sipped tea in solitude, others sat with closed eyes in meditation.

Their profound cultivation and extended lifespans had eroded away the bulk of their feelings, leaving scant matters able to rouse them.

Certain ancestors, because of their advanced practice, grew remarkably detached in nature.

Even amid the ups and downs of clans and sects, such events might fail to touch them.

To their view, the ordinary realm held no appeal; only the "Dao" and "immortality" mattered.

They dedicated themselves to chasing the "Dao" and achieving "immortality" through whatever paths required.

Some ancestors sought renown and wealth to bolster their clan or expand their sect, yet in the end, it all tied back to their personal "Dao."

Bloodlines and authority merely served as manifestations of the Dao.

Regarding cultivation at the Heaven Void stage, the expenditure on Spirit Stones proved enormous.

The need for Spiritual Objects loomed even more immense.

This demanded vast authority for backing and plentiful resources for provision.

Lacking the backing of clans and sects, they couldn't isolate from worldly concerns, enter retreat, and pursue cultivation progress.

To venture past Heaven Void into that lofty, near-legendary domain described solely in old scrolls.

Naturally, unless one attains immortality, even Heaven Void Ancestors remain mortal beings.

Being mortal, they possess the full range of seven emotions and six desires.

Not every Heaven Void Ancestor exhibits indifference.

Some Heaven Void Ancestors harbor fiery dispositions.

For instance, Ancestor Ye from the Daluo Sect, featuring sword-sharp brows and a flowing beard on his rough-hewn face, would from time to time shoot furious looks toward Elder Master Xun of the Taixu Gate.

In the Daluo Sect, his cherished young disciple—a prodigy in sword dao whom he pinned the greatest expectations on—was meant to excel at the Sword Discussion Conference, dazzling all.

Yet he got crushed in one blow by a Taixu Gate disciple.

The crucial point was that this disciple didn't even practice sword cultivation.

His moves with the sword barely qualified as swordsmanship.

The Daluo Sect ancestor felt profound shame; mere recollection filled him with disgrace.

Of course, considering the gravity of the event, he had to rein in his ire and keep quiet.

Elder Master Xun perceived the fury but merely savored his tea in peace, acting as though nothing occurred...

...

Beyond the Dongxu Hall.

The heads of various sects had likewise assembled at the Sword Observation Tower.

The Hundred Flower Valley's Valley Master, accompanied by several Taoist State women clad in elegant robes, murmured among themselves.

No leader from the other Four Sects, Eight Gates, or Twelve Streams missed the gathering.

This Asura battle carried such deep repercussions that it left every sect head equally uneasy and on edge.

Even those from the Four Great Sects found composure elusive.

They held no fears for the Taixu Gate.

The Taixu Gate stood as the prime target; survival or demise hung by a thread.

Their worry centered on the perils from the remaining Four Great Sects once the Asura battle concluded.

With the Asura battle underway, it turned into a relentless slaughterhouse; at its close, without mercy, any sect's outstanding youths might endure assaults from the other three sects' geniuses.

Amid the carnage, perils lurked at every turn.

In attack and guard, myriad shifts unfolded.

Nobody could predict who might shatter the siege and endure until the finish.

And because the Asura battle offered substantial points, should the following Sword Discussion fail to widen the divide, the top scorer in the Asura battle could claim overall first in the Sword Discussion Conference.

Within their Four Great Sects, the victor of the Sword Discussion throne basically hinged on this Asura battle's outset.

Thus, the Four Great Sects' leaders simply couldn't maintain serenity.

The Taixu Three Mountains Sect Leader's state of mind defied description.

Facing the Taixu Gate's present plight, simply holding their rank would count as immense luck.

Even should the rank slip only slightly, they'd deem it tolerable.

Anything more, and they'd forsake such hopes entirely.

No one grasped better than them that Qianxue's Four Great Sects loomed as unyielding "Great Mountains."

Beyond the Sword Observation Tower.

In the Mount of Tao's viewing section.

The Taixu Gate elders, together with Foundation Establishment disciples at beginner, intermediate, and peak stages, nearly all attended to witness the clash.

This confrontation shaped their sect's destiny.

For them, its importance matched in weight.

Yet currently, the scene brimmed with tension, leaving everyone's hearts suspended in uncertainty.

And in the Feng family viewing spot, Great Elder Zhang, Zhang Lan, Gu Hong of the Gu family, and various other elders, plus Court Official Gu Changhuai and Xia Canonical Official...

All fixed their eyes on the battle.

They grasped the ongoing circumstances to a degree and shared the anxiety, quietly fretting over Mo Hua and the Taixu Gate.

Even Great Elder Zhang, having observed numerous of Mo Hua's sword sessions, felt a budding affection for this presumed Taixu Gate talent who had picked up the Zhang Family’s Water Passing Step, reluctant to witness Mo Hua and his fellow disciples suffer defeat.

Or failing that, not a crushing one...

...

Nevertheless, among the onlookers, more cultivators took delight in the misfortune:

"By all reason, Mo Hua won't make it out alive this round, will he?"

"When a single foe aims to slay him, he evades; when a group seeks his end, he flees;"

"But if a whole sect or even a dozen sects, with so many assailants, all converge to eliminate him, where could he conceal himself, where might he flee?"