Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2240 Chapter 1039: Five Elements Source Armor 3

Bolstered by the potent effects of the Five Elements Source Armor, the other participants—specifically Yang Qianjun, Cheng Mo, and Ouyang Xuan—bolted into the formation to unleash a devastating and unstoppable offensive.

Despite the combat prowess of top heavenly prodigies from the Eight Gates, such as Feng Zichen, Shi Tiangang, Ye Zhiyuan, and Qin Cangliu, they struggled to hold their ground against the overwhelming force unleashed by Taixu Gate.

For those with lesser cultivation, defense became a fleeting dream.

The standard-tier heavenly prodigies proved completely outmatched.

Whenever the Tai'a Five Brothers closed the distance, their massive swords struck with such brutal intensity that their foes were dispatched instantly.

If they somehow evaded the blades, they remained vulnerable to the surging Sword Qi of Linghu Xiao, ending up either permanently incapacitated or dead.

Within a single clash, the numerical superiority of the Four Sects and Seven Gates—which boasted three times the fighters of Taixu Gate—vanished as they were crushed by the suddenly empowered Taixu Gate cultivators and their ruthless blades.

Outside the sword discussion arena.

The observing cultivators were whipped into a frenzy.

A deafening roar of commotion erupted across the heavens and the earth.

Having been bewildered by the mysterious and unpredictable formation techniques of Mo Hua moments ago, they now bore witness to an unbelievable display of martial dominance.

How could over a hundred peak prodigies from the Four Sects and Seven Gates, possessing both numerical advantage and raw power, be so casually dismantled by just thirty Taixu Gate disciples?

"What is going on here?!"

"Why has the combat strength of the Taixu Gate disciples surged so explosively?"

"This is absolutely absurd!"

"Is it because of those mystical robes and armor they are wearing?"

In the viewing area of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect, most students were paralyzed by shock and confusion.

While they suspected that the armor was enhanced by some type of formation, the specific nature of it remained a complete mystery to them.

Only the veteran experts, seasoned by decades of study, squinted as a flicker of realization crossed their faces.

Up on the Sword Observation Tower, several sect leaders representing the Four Sects and Seven Gates slammed their fists onto their tables in a rage.

"How can this be explained?!"

"Are these types of artifacts even permissible at a sword discussion conference?"

"This is pure trickery."

"It's an outrage!"

"Will no one intervene?"

"Does the Mount of Tao intend to let them act with such total impunity?"

Though these leaders were incensed by the slaughter of their disciples, they limited their protests to verbal outbursts rather than challenging the Mount of Tao directly.

The high-ranking elders of Mount of Tao were strict adherents to the rules, and it was widely known that every spiritual artifact used in the venue had already undergone rigorous verification.

In the chambers of the Mount of Tao Elders, the masters sat in composed silence, sipping tea as they observed the unfolding carnage with calm expressions.

Having witnessed Mo Hua bringing those armors and robes into the venue earlier, they had already moved past their state of astonishment.

Everything happening now was merely the logical progression of those events.

"These disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates have brought this defeat upon themselves..."

"That boy Mo Hua is truly a monster; he masters every formation he touches without letting a single whisper of it escape his lips..."

Meanwhile, inside the Dongxu Hall, an atmosphere of unease had settled among the Heaven Void Ancestors.

Those particularly well-versed in the arcane arts of formation turned their gaze toward Elder Master Xun, their expressions tight with suspicion as one asked: "Has your sect finally obtained the lost Taoist inheritance of the Five Elements Sect?"

A faint shiver ran down Elder Master Xun's spine.

The inheritance of the Five Elements Sect was no trivial matter.

Such treasures were coveted by all in the cultivation world, enough to incite bloody wars, and even Heaven Void Ancestors struggled to dismiss the allure of such secrets.

Particularly for those in the Hollow Void Realm fixated on the mysteries of formations, this was high-stakes territory.

His Taixu Gate possessed no such thing... the depths of what Mo Hua carried within him remained a total enigma.

He didn't even know when the boy had mastered the Ultimate Formation of the Five Elements Sect.

There was no choice now but to manage the fallout of Mo Hua's antics as the sector's ancestor.

"It is not exactly a 'Taoist inheritance'..." Elder Master Xun replied, keeping his voice steady and calm. "He stumbled upon a few scraps of knowledge by chance, and the lad is simply tinkering with them..."

Kids, simply tinkering with them...

The words rang hollow to the listeners.

The Ultimate Formation for spiritual augmentation, a technique that countless geniuses had sacrificed their lives for in vain, was being described as a child's hobby?

How had this stubbornly traditional old man from Taixu Gate become so proficient at boasting?

A heavy, contemplative silence fell over the gathered Heaven Void Ancestors.

Yet, by his admission, they were certain it must not be the complete inheritance. The true, ancient legacy of the Five Elements Sect was likely too volatile to ever fall into the hands of Taixu Gate.

The older generation knew better—the Five Elements Sect had reached the pinnacle and met its ruin precisely because of that very "Taoist inheritance."

That legacy, while seemingly built on the harmony of the Five Elements, was inherently unstable and potentially cursed. Elder Xun was likely not foolish enough to invite such a calamity upon his own sect.

In this world, certain legacies appear divine, tempting the average cultivator to their doom, while those who have glimpsed the true nature of the Dao actively avoid them.

The subject was dropped, not discussed further by the ancestors, although the seeds of doubt clearly remained rooted in their minds.

Suddenly, the ancestor of the Daluo Sect let out a cold, sharp laugh.

"Transitioning from the Earth Sect to the Five Elements Sect, I see..."

"How proud your Taixu Gate once stood! Now that your Sword Dao is fading, have you discarded all ancestral pride just to thrive on the stolen formations of others?"

The jab was bitingly cruel.

Several Sword Dao Ancestors shifted their gaze to Elder Master Xun with manifest contempt. Yet, he remained unmoved, accepting the insult with a weary expression, though a flicker of unspoken disbelief remained in his eyes.

Inside the arena, the surging energy of the Five Elements Source Armor allowed Taixu Gate to tear through the defenses of the Four Sects and Seven Gates like a heated blade through wax.

They pressed their advantage, cutting down nearly half of the opposing prodigies.

However, these survivors were no amateurs; they shed their initial panic and regrouped. With half their numbers gone, the battlefield became less cluttered, inadvertently granting the remaining elites under Shi Tiangang, Feng Zichen, and Qin Cangliu enough room to maneuver and stabilize.

They chose to play a game of cat and mouse, refusing direct confrontation with the powered-up Taixu Gate disciples while seeking to whittle them down.

After all, immense temporary power cannot be sustained forever. The Five Elements Source Armor drained spiritual reserves rapidly, and as the initial burst of potency faded, survival became a matter of endurance.

Events unfolded exactly as they had hoped.

A brief stalemate settled over the arena, bringing a moment of stillness.

But as the tension held, a sudden, frigid chill washed over Shi Tiangang and his companions.

They could sense the unmistakable signature of a formation being woven.

Mo Hua!

That boy had begun laying down formations once more!

Corner-eye glimpses confirmed their worst fears: Spiritual Ink moved like a serpent across the terrain, transforming the very ground into a network of traps. Vines burst from the earth as plants sprouted, while stone walls folded into prison cells, locking them in one by one.

Linghu Xiao immediately rained down Chongxu Sword Qi, while the Tai'a Five Brothers charged forward like vindictive deities, swinging their giant blades.

Not even Shi Tiangang, with his impenetrable Vajra body, could withstand the combination of entrapment and relentless strikes.

He staggered as Linghu Xiao's sword struck him, followed immediately by the heavy impact of the brothers' weapons, causing fissures to appear on his Vajra defense.

Ignoring his own wounds, Shi Tiangang roared, "Kill Mo Hua!"

"Do not let him finish those formations! If you don't, we are all dead men!"

The cry galvanized the remaining prodigies, who abandoned all caution and surged toward Mo Hua in a desperate, frantic charge.