Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2227 Chapter 1035: Ominous Sign_3

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

Every one of them had assembled.

These ancestors displayed diverse looks, with some appearing as white-haired elders, others sporting young features topped with silver strands, a few looking like dashing middle-aged men, some bent and aged, others boasting dragon-like builds, certain ones as shriveled crones, and yet more resembling eternal ethereal beauties...

Each in turn, they released not the slightest trace of aura.

Yet in their gazes burned an unfathomable, endless profundity.

This group of around twenty Heaven Void Ancestors formed the bedrock and backbone of the mighty clans and sects, fearsome entities capable of cowing any region across the realm.

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

The vast chamber inside lay in profound stillness.

Not a word escaped the lips of these Heaven Void Ancestors; some sipped their tea in solitude, while others sat in meditation with shut eyes.

Their profound cultivation and endless years had eroded nearly all their passions, leaving scant few matters able to rouse their spirits.

Certain ancestors, shaped by their advanced practice, had grown profoundly detached in nature.

The ebb and flow of clans and sects might fail to

even register with them.

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

Their pursuits centered on chasing the "Dao" and attaining "immortality" through whatever paths required.

Other ancestors chased renown and wealth to bolster their clans, expand their sects, but at root, it all tied back to their personal "Dao." Lineage and might merely embodied aspects of the Dao.

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

The need for Spiritual Objects loomed even more immense.

Such endeavors demanded vast authority to back them and overflowing resources to fuel them.

Lacking the backing of clans and sects, they could hardly isolate from worldly matters, retreat into seclusion, and push forward in their cultivation.

To venture past Heaven Void, that lofty and near-legendary stage described solely in ancient scrolls.

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

As mortals, they possess the full spectrum of emotions and desires.

Not every Heaven Void Ancestor embodies detachment.

Some among these Heaven Void Ancestors harbor fiery dispositions.

For instance, Ancestor Ye from the Daluo Sect, marked by his sharp brows like swords and a flowing beard, his rough-hewn visage, now and then shot furious looks toward Elder Master Xun of the Taixu Gate.

In the Daluo Sect, his cherished young kin, a prodigy in sword dao whom he pinned his greatest expectations on, was meant to dazzle at the Sword Discussion Conference, radiating brilliance.

Yet he fell in an instant to a single blow from a Taixu Gate disciple.

The crux lay in that this disciple wasn't even a sword cultivator.

His blade work scarcely qualified as swordsmanship.

The ancestor of the Daluo Sect burned with utter shame; mere recollection filled him with disgrace.

Of course, considering the gravity of the event, he restrained his ire and kept quiet.

Elder Master Xun detected the fury yet merely savored his tea in peace, acting as though all was uneventful...

Beyond the Dongxu Hall.

The heads of various sects had also convened at the Sword Observation Tower. The Valley Master of Hundred Flower Valley, accompanied by several Taoist State women clad in ornate robes, murmured in discussion. No leader from the other Four Sects, Eight Gates, or Twelve Streams missed the gathering.

This fierce Asura battle carried such deep repercussions that it left every sect leader gripped by equal worry and tension.

Not even the leaders of the Four Great Sects could keep composed.

Their anxiety didn't stem from the Taixu Gate.

The Taixu Gate served as the focal point, where survival or demise hung by a thread.

Instead, they fretted over the perils posed by the remaining Four Great Sects once the Asura battle concluded.

Should the Asura battle ignite, it turned into a relentless slaughterhouse; at its close, without mercy, any sect's top talents might endure assaults from the prodigies of the other three sects.

Amid the carnage, perils lurked at every turn.

In the clashes of attack and guard, myriad shifts unfolded.

No soul could predict who might shatter the siege and endure until the finish.

Given the lofty points from the Asura battle, should the following Sword Discussion fail to forge a divide, the victor of the Asura fray could claim top spot in the Sword Discussion Conference as well. Thus, among the Four Great Sects, the champion of the Sword Discussion effectively hinged on this Asura battle's outset. Hence, the Four Great Sects' leaders found composure impossible. As for the Taixu Three Mountains Sect Leader's state of mind, words fell short. In the Taixu Gate's present straits, merely holding their rank would count as immense luck.

Should the rank slip only slightly, they could endure it.

Beyond that, further hopes lay out of reach.

None grasped more keenly than they that Qianxue's Four Great Sects stood as unassailable "Great Mountains."

Outside the Sword Observation Tower.

In the Mount of Tao's viewing zone.

The Taixu Gate elders, joined by disciples at the early, mid, and late Foundation Establishment stages, nearly all attended to witness

the confrontation.

This clash sealed their sect's destiny.

For them, its importance matched no other.

Yet at present, the scene brimmed with strain, leaving all hearts suspended in uncertainty.

And in the Feng family viewing section, Great Elder Zhang, Zhang Lan, Gu Hong

of the Gu family, plus various other elders, alongside Court Official Gu

Changhuai and Xia Canonical Official...

They all fixed their eyes on the fight.

To varying degrees, they understood the ongoing plight and shared the anxiety, quietly fretting over Mo Hua and the Taixu Gate.

Even Great Elder Zhang, having observed countless of Mo Hua's sword sessions, had grown fond of this "suspected" Taixu Gate

genius who mastered his Zhang Family's Water Passing Step, and he wished not to witness Mo Hua and his fellows defeated.

Or at minimum, not suffer a crushing loss...

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

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

"When a lone foe seeks his life, he evades; when a band hunts him, he flees;" "But should a whole sect, or even ten-odd sects, with so many assailants, all target him, where then could he conceal himself, where might he flee?"