Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2427 Chapter 1100: Bai Family (Part 3)

The Big White Dog watched until Mo Hua's distant figure vanished completely before it lay back down, its massive head drooping with an overwhelming sense of loss.

...

Upon returning to the Disciple's Residence.

Mo Hua's expression was tinged with melancholy, a sense of disbelief still lingering.

"The Bai Family..."

He had spent nine years cultivating at Taixu Gate, entirely unaware that the Sect Leader hailed from the Bai Family.

A Fifth-grade aristocratic family was already quite something, but a Sixth-grade family, and furthermore, a flourishing Great Family... Just how formidable must they be...

Mo Hua sighed inwardly, pondering:

"Junior Brother and Senior Sister, there's been no word for so long; I wonder when I'll ever see them again..."

"Uncle Bai took Master away; I can only guess at how things are now..."

Mo Hua couldn't help but let out a deep, drawn-out sigh.

"I'll worry about that later..."

The affairs of the Bai Family and Master's circumstances were beyond his ability to contemplate at the present moment.

"I shall prepare to depart the Sect."

It was finally time to bid farewell to Taixu Gate, the very Sect where he had lived and cultivated for nine long years.

Mo Hua retrieved the few Cloud Crossing Orders that Elder Master Xun had bestowed upon him.

These tokens, varied in appearance and hue, corresponded to different departure times, various ferry services, and distinct Cloud Ferries operating within the next three days.

Mo Hua's task was to select one and board the designated Cloud Ferry discreetly, thus leaving the Qianxue State Boundary without drawing attention.

He understood this was Elder Master Xun's method of ensuring his safety.

Mo Hua was fully aware of this intention.

The specific choice among them was not of paramount importance, as long as he maintained secrecy and no one else knew.

Given this understanding, Mo Hua naturally gravitated towards selecting the largest, most opulent, and fastest Cloud Ferry available.

This would allow him a comfortable journey and a swift return home to his parents.

Thoughts of Tongxian City and his parents brought a warmth to Mo Hua's heart, quickly followed by a flutter of nervousness.

Even though he had yet to board the Cloud Ferry or commence his voyage home, he could already sense a touch of the apprehension that accompanies nearing one's home.

Mo Hua shook his head.

He carefully examined the five Cloud Crossing Orders and ultimately settled on a golden Jade Order.

This particular Cloud Crossing Order was for a ferry departing the Qianxue State Boundary, operated by the Carefree Sect. It was a substantial, custom-built Cloud Ferry, journeying from Qian State to Xun State, with a route that passed through Li State. It promised smooth sailing, superior seating, and no concerns regarding provisions, all within a tranquil environment.

"This is the one!"

Mo Hua was about to place this golden Cloud Crossing Order into his Storage Bag when his heart suddenly skipped a beat, as if sensing something amiss.

Mo Hua turned his head to gaze towards a corner where a pale white Cloud Crossing Order lay.

This Cloud Crossing Order appeared considerably more unremarkable.

At first glance, it did not seem to belong to any major family or Sect's established Cloud Ferry routes.

The Cloud Ferry itself was of medium size, featuring standard cabins, and the quality of its food and drink was notably subpar.

Most crucially, it was an older model Cloud Ferry, with the slowest voyage speed among all the available options.

The journey from the Qianxue State Boundary to Li State would likely take an additional month, at the very least.

Mo Hua's brow furrowed.

Logic dictated that he should choose the golden Cloud Crossing Order—its ferry was large, stable, comfortable, and swift.

Yet, a distinct intuitive feeling urged him to select the pale white one.

"Why? Is there some hidden danger associated with the golden Cloud Crossing Order?"

Mo Hua pinched a Copper Coin and performed a brief divination, his expression turning peculiar. "No danger manifests..."

He then conducted a similar calculation for the other Cloud Crossing Orders, finding them all to be roughly equivalent in terms of safety.

After all, these were items provided by Elder Master Xun; surely Elder Master Xun had foreseen any potential perils, making them genuinely safe.

In reality, selecting the pale white Cloud Crossing Order offered no inherent increase in safety. It was merely an intuition whispering to Mo Hua that he would regret *not* choosing it.

Mo Hua's brows knitted tightly together, unable to reconcile the conflicting impulses. He ultimately sighed and placed the somewhat humbler-looking pale white Cloud Crossing Order into his Storage Ring.

"It shall be a slower journey... this intuition regarding causality cannot be disregarded..."

"Tomorrow afternoon, at 7:00 PM, on the Cloud Ferry, which means... departure early tomorrow morning..."

He had always been aware that his departure was imminent.

But now that the specific time was confirmed, Mo Hua felt a tightness in his chest, a profound sense of melancholy and loss welling up within him.

He cast a final glance back at the Disciple's Residence.

He had inhabited this very room for nine years, spending his days here, cultivating, studying, and practicing formations. It had truly become his "home."

His imminent departure meant a possibly permanent farewell, a thought that weighed heavily on his heart.

A lingering sorrow accompanied him as he walked, the echoes of cherished memories proving difficult to release.

Mo Hua released another sigh, his gaze sweeping across the room, as if imprinting each wall, corner, table, and chair into his memory.

His steps faltered as he reached the center of the room, an empty expanse that inevitably brought Patriarch Dugu to mind.

He recalled how Patriarch Dugu had once torn open the very fabric of space before him, whisking him away to the back mountain to impart the technique of Divine Thought into Sword.

Yet, the space now lay silent and undisturbed.

Patriarch Dugu remained a mystery, his whereabouts unknown, his fate uncertain.

Upon reflection, Mo Hua realized he had bid farewell to all those dear to him, save for Patriarch Dugu, whom he had not had the chance to thank in person.

A sense of regret washed over Mo Hua.

"Never mind, the affairs of the Heaven Void Ancestor are beyond the concerns of a mere Foundation Establishment Disciple. I must focus on my cultivation. Perhaps when my Dao reaches a higher level, I’ll have a chance to return and express my gratitude to Patriarch Dugu for teaching me the ways of the sword and Dao..."

Resolving himself, Mo Hua nodded, packed his belongings, and took a thorough inventory, ensuring nothing was overlooked before finally feeling a sense of peace.

Dawn was still several hours away, approximately three to four.

Mo Hua’s usual inclination was to practice drawing formations, but the impending departure clouded his mind, making it impossible to find calm.

He could only recline on his bed, closing his eyes in an attempt to rest.

However, the moment his eyes shut, a vivid parade of memories flooded his mind: his time cultivating at Taixu Gate, every event, every person he’d encountered, all the beloved faces etched deeply within his heart.

Contemplating the prospect of leaving all this behind brought a pang of bitterness to Mo Hua.

Suddenly, the sound of space being ripped apart reverberated through the air.

Mo Hua’s pupils contracted, and he slowly sat up.

Through his still unfocused vision, he witnessed a dark, contorted crack in space materializing within the room.

This spatial rift was disconcertingly familiar to Mo Hua.

It bore the same signature as the rift Patriarch Dugu had created to transport him to the back mountain for sword training.

But now, for reasons unknown, this void crack had manifested on its own.

And emanating from within the abyss, a chilling, malevolent Demon Thought seeped out.

A voice, ethereal and surreal, seemed to beckon Mo Hua, whispering:

"Come to me..."