Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2238 Chapter 1039: Five Elements Source Armor

To ordinary cultivators, the Spiritual Ink hovering before Mo Hua appeared like silk, twisting like a venomous serpent to manifest Formation Patterns spontaneously. It felt less like a standard formation and more akin to some forbidden 'Demon Skill'.

This method of weaving ink into a formation without the need for brushes or paper was entirely unprecedented in their eyes.

The elders belonging to the Ten Thousand Formations Sect were similarly shaken, losing their usual composure.

Their agitation proved far more profound than that of the common cultivators.

This was due to their status as masters of a sect entirely dedicated to formations, serving as veteran Formation Elders themselves.

As authorities from the Twelve Streams Formation Sect who had devoted their entire lifespans to the art of formations, they understood the immense weight behind the phrase 'Divine Sense Control Ink, Drawing Ground into Formation' better than anyone.

Such a refined formation technique is not something one can easily attain through mere innate talent.

It possesses deep insight and applications rooted firmly in the 'Dao'.

Grasping it is arduous, and achieving mastery is even more difficult.

Never mind the sheer complexity of deploying an expansive formation with such instantaneous precision during the heat of a Shura battle.

It was, quite simply... divine craftsmanship.

"How can a minor cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage wield a formation technique that displays such god-like workmanship?"

This query immediately echoed within the minds of every Formation Elder present.

Meanwhile, the spectacle of Mo Hua manifesting ink via divine sense was broadcast to the 'elite figures' gathered at the Sword Observation Tower.

The leaders of various sects wore expressions of undisguised astonishment.

Even the elders and direct descendants from the Taoist Court Seven Pavilions as well as ancient noble families felt deeply stirred by the sight.

The Sect Leader of the Taixu Gate’s Three Mountains even looked dazed, lost in profound contemplation.

None of these observers had previously known that Mo Hua possessed such an ability. Within the Sword Observation Hall, the scene was equally tense.

Several ancestors, previously detached from the world with closed eyes, now opened them to witness the marvel, eventually turning their gaze toward Elder Master Xun.

One ancestor asked with clear intrigue:

"Communicating with the earth's essence to draw a formation upon the ground?"

"Since when did your Taixu Gate come to possess the legacy of the Earth Sect?"

Elder Master Xun stared ahead intensely, choosing to remain silent.

His lack of a response served as a stance in itself, implying that no information could be shared.

Seeing this, the other Heaven Void Ancestors wisely decided to cease their inquiries.

A sect's heritage is considered its most guarded secret.

Even if the Taixu Gate had somehow obtained the Earth Sect's knowledge or mastered communion with earth essence, they were under zero obligation to explain it.

Furthermore, the Earth Sect is formidable and deeply rooted in archaic traditions.

Securing their secrets might not yield a positive outcome, and the Taixu Gate would certainly never confirm such a thing.

Within the hall, the topic was dropped.

Elder Master Xun maintained his stoic expression, secretly feeling a wave of relief.

In truth, he had absolutely no answer to that question.

Outside at the spectator stands, emotions flared and heated arguments broke out everywhere.

It wasn't just the spectators who were rattled.

Deep within the sword discussion arena, the prodigies of the four sects and seven gates, whose momentum had been stifled by Mo Hua's formation, looked on with stunned, pale faces.

The onlookers outside watched through the Fengtian Pictorial Water Screen.

But the combatants were experiencing it firsthand—Mo Hua controlling nearly a hundred streaks of Spiritual Ink, sketching formations out of thin air like a demonic entity.

He was viewed as a 'formation monster' of the highest order.

None could remain unmoved, and they stood frozen for a significant moment after finding themselves isolated by the formation, struggling to snap back to reality.

Soon, they realized they were fully trapped by Mo Hua's creation.

"Hurry, break this formation!"

Someone roared.

The geniuses from the four sects and seven gates, located both inside and outside the valley, unleashed a coordinated assault on the barrier.

Blades and swords flashed, water and fire arts collided, yet the formation appeared to have become one with the very mountains, absorbing their Taoist skill attacks and dimming only slightly.

"Second Grade High-Rank... Compound Formation?"

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

It wasn't merely a generic compound formation; it was a Second Grade High-Rank work that perfectly harmonized with the topography of Bagu Mountain and the Five Elements of the land.

Was this the true extent of Mo Hua's power as a Formation Leader?

Creating a Second Grade High-Rank Compound Formation instantly, without any medium or paper?!

The prodigies found it nearly impossible to believe.

In such a restricted area, shattering this formation would demand monumental effort.

Overpowering it in a short duration was virtually out of the question.

They did not forget that behind them, the disciples of the Taixu Gate waited, watching them like predators.

The atmosphere abruptly turned quiet.

A standoff unfolded in the valley between a hundred prodigies—headed by the Vajra Sect’s Shi Tiangang, Gui Water Sect’s Qin Cangliu, and Sever Gold Sect’s Song Kui—and the Taixu Gate. Outside, the main forces of the Four Great Sects and others were effectively cut off by the Second Grade 'Earth and Wood Sealing Mountain Compound Formation' Mo Hua had erected.

Fearful of Mo Hua, none dared to initiate a reckless move.

A fragile balance hung over the field, permeated by a crushing sense of anxiety.

Watching through the Fengtian Pictorial Water Screen, the cultivators outside followed developments with bated breath.

They, too, were gripped by apprehension.

But soon, a keen observer raised a concern.

Disciples of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect whispered amongst themselves:

"Hasn't Mo Hua misapplied his formation?"

"Why choose a Trapping Formation rather than a Killing Formation?"

"If it were a Killing Formation, it could have triggered massive damage and thinned out the enemy ranks within this narrow valley!"

"There are simply too many prodigies from the four sects and seven gates; even a Killing Formation wouldn't have killed many."

"Then wouldn't a Trapping Formation be even more useless?"

"It merely locks the mountain pass..."

"Outside the pass, there are over a hundred masters from those factions."

"Inside the pass, there is a similar number."

"Yet the Taixu Gate possesses only around thirty people."

"Using a Trapping Formation to seal the mountain might cut them off, but they still face a hundred enemies at every turn."