Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2249 Chapter 1042: Collapse! (Part 2)

Throughout history, the victors of the Formation competitions have been heralded as elite geniuses among peers.

Yet, Mo Hua stands out as the most extraordinary Formation Leader I have ever witnessed.

His Divine Sense possesses a level of depth and foundation that far exceeds the norm.

Furthermore, his command over ink via Divine Sense—crafting formations directly onto the earth—combined with his adeptness at triggering Spiritual Power reversals and total formation collapses, is simply unheard of.

Other rivals are dubbed Formation Leaders merely because their technical proficiency happens to meet the standard.

In contrast, Mo Hua is awarded the title of Formation Leader solely because it is the highest honor available in the Qian Learning State Boundary's Formation competition.

The observer cannot help but feel that even the title of "Formation Leader" is somewhat inadequate for someone like Mo Hua.

Those words fail to capture the full scope of his immense grasp over the art of formations.

Meanwhile, numerous cultivators have been attempting to trace the roots of his "Reversed Spirit Formation."

Inside the Sword Observation Tower, deep within a sequestered and opulent hall, a delegation of Formation Masters from the Heaven Shu Pavilion huddled together in hushed intensity:

"Is that really... a display of Spiritual Power reversal?"

"Could it be the Reversed Spirit Ultimate Formation?!"

"How can this be possible..."

"Who could have imagined the Qian Learning State Boundary would harbor such a heaven-defying talent, capable of mastering such a technique?"

"He acquired the basics from the previous Formation Competition, yet it is clearly not the complete Reversed Spirit Formation."

"Ah, I see..."

"Regardless, the display is remarkable."

"You misunderstand. Mastering the Reversed Spirit Formation isn't what chills the blood; it's the sheer, ingenious manner of his execution."

"His collapse logic is precision-engineered—the formation framework, the density of the nodes, the integration of the Spirit Pivot, the specific collapse trajectory, and the intricate fluctuations of the Spiritual Power reversal... An ordinary Formation Master couldn't even perceive the underlying patterns."

"Could it be the Inference Method?"

"Undoubtedly... though one wonders which specific Calculation Method he employed."

"Was it his own derivation, or did an expert craft it in his stead?"

"It is highly probable that a grandmaster calculated the sequence for him beforehand. If he managed this through his own calculations, the implications are truly terrifying."

"Even if he was guided by a tutor, possessing the capability to construct such a complex array perfectly under the pressure of battle is a feat in itself."

"He is a rare prodigy indeed; he would make a welcome addition to our Heaven Shu Pavilion..."

The Formation Masters continued to debate with fervor.

From his elevated seat, a middle-aged cultivator of elegant and honorable bearing cast a long, contemplative gaze.

He served as the Supervisor of the Heaven Shu Pavilion.

Watching the phantom image of the canvas, his expression remained perfectly still as he whispered to himself:

"Mo Hua..."

He consistently felt that the name was shrouded in inexplicable threads of cause and effect, yet every time he reached for the truth, his mind became a blank slate.

The Supervisor found his brow knitting in subtle frustration.

Outside the Sword Observation Tower, the phantom canvas remained swathed in suffocating darkness, the reverberations of the blast still echoing.

Among the spectators, the chatter on Mount of Tao grew increasingly chaotic, until suddenly, silence gripped one of the onlookers:

"Wait... why has the sword discussion not yet reached its conclusion?"

"Is it possible... that someone is still alive?"

Survival amidst such a cataclysmic detonation?

The hearts of the spectators tightened in unison.

Every eye was locked onto the flickering phantom, held in breathless anticipation.

After several heartbeats, the explosion finally died down, the chaotic currents of the Spiritual Power reversal dissipating as the ink-black darkness withdrew from the painting.

Vibrant colors began to seep back into the depicted mountains and rivers.

Yet, the landscape appeared wilted—the terrain scorched by the ruinous collapse of Spiritual Power, leaving only blackened remnants interspersed amidst the jagged rocks and muted remnants of forest.

In the heart of this desolate, ruined realm, a solitary, slight figure remained unmoved.

From the very start, he had held his ground, allowing the geniuses to surround him while formations crumbled and the landscape was decimated; he simply did not budge.

"Is that... Mo Hua?!"

The expressions of the cultivators shifted from shock to blatant disbelief.

A deafening uproar erupted across Mount of Tao.

"Mo Hua... he didn't perish?!"

"He not only survived, but he didn't move a single step?!"

"How can this be explained? How could he have possibly withstood such a destructive radius unscathed?"

"Completely against logic..."

Within the seating area reserved for the Ten Thousand Formations Sect, an elder with a snow-white beard and a face etched with time suddenly widened his eyes, gasping in utter astonishment:

"Could that be... the Life-gate?"

Has this young boy, Mo Hua, actually reached the level where he can independently calculate the trajectory of the Life-gate?!

What kind of monstrous talent is this?

The elder’s pupils trembled, overcome by a deluge of complex emotions.

High atop the Sword Observation Tower, the Formation Masters of the Heaven Shu Pavilion sighed, their faces reflecting deep solemnity:

"He even accounted for the Life-gate..."

"A master must have meticulously plotted this strategy for him in advance."

"He sat stationary from the moment he entered the valley, presumably occupying the exact coordinates of the pre-calculated 'Life-gate.'"

"By anchoring himself to the 'Life-gate,' he could trigger the collapse of all other formations, using the destruction to obliterate his foes while relying on the internal laws of the formation to ensure his own survival."

"Truly, in all things, where there is profound destruction, there is a path to survival."

"Simply brilliant..."

"Constructing a trap layer by layer, unleashing a torrent of lethality in a heartbeat to erase enemies while carving out a sanctuary for oneself."

"Witnessing such tactical mastery at the Sword Discussion Conference has made the journey worthwhile."

"One does wonder, which legendary figure orchestrated such a move?"

"Could it have been Elder Master Xun, the Fifth Grade Array Master from Taixu Gate?"

"Or perhaps the Heaven Void Ancestor..."

"Indeed, the methodology bears a striking resemblance to the Ancestor's style..."

The crowd marveled at the display.

Only the Supervisor remained on his high seat, staring intensely at the lonely, eerie youth standing amidst the desolation, his pupils narrowing as he felt a cold shiver of disbelief.

For a fleeting second, he was struck by the hallucination that a young Gui Taoist was smiling back at him.

The masters of the Heaven Shu Pavilion remained lost in their own diverging theories, while chaos continued to spread like wildfire across the crowds of Mount of Tao.