Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2436 Chapter 1103: Pavilion Elder (Part 3)

The Pavilion Elder fixed his gaze upon Mo Hua, as if imprinting his visage into memory, and spoke with gentle finality:

"Farewell for now..."

The ethereal melody of the Cloud Ferry's flute resonated once more.

Mo Hua understood that further delay was impossible. With a respectful cupping of his hands, he departed the tea house, making his way directly towards the waiting vessel of the Cloud Ferry.

Nearing the front of the Cloud Ferry, Mo Hua turned back, intending to offer a final wave to the Gentleman. However, he found the tea house deserted, the chessboard vanished, and not a trace of the Gentleman remained.

A subtle pang of regret touched Mo Hua.

Yet, the ebb and flow of worldly encounters, the mingling of joy and sorrow, of parting and reunion, are but natural occurrences.

With this thought, a transient melancholy settled upon Mo Hua.

"Finally... departing..."

He recollected his initial departure, venturing forth alone, traversing thousands of miles via the Cloud Ferry towards Qian State, all in pursuit of tutelage from the Sect...

Mo Hua, much like in prior moments, lowered his gaze to the immense expanse of the earth beneath him, then lifted his eyes towards the boundless heavens, a wave of profound emotion washing over him.

The Heavenly Dao ceaselessly operates; one must exert unceasing effort.

The Kun landmass is vast, bearing all and offering sustenance.

As mortals exist between the heavens and the earth, regardless of one's travels, the sky perpetually lies above, and the ground remains steadfastly below.

The heavens encase the eternal, immutable Heavenly Dao Formation, while the earth cradles ancient Taoist Meaning with benevolent nurturing.

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I too must align with the celestial mandate, diligently cultivate and seek the Dao, striving without tiring, supporting the world through Formations, and sustaining all with profound virtue.

The heavens encase the eternal, immutable Heavenly Dao Formation, while the earth cradles ancient Taoist Meaning with benevolent nurturing.

I too must align with the celestial mandate, diligently cultivate and seek the Dao, striving without tiring, supporting the world through Formations, and sustaining all with profound virtue.

Adhering to the cosmic order to attain the Dao, thereby liberating all sentient beings and achieving eternal life.

Mo Hua's Taoist Heart grew ever clearer and more resolute.

High above the immense sky, the fortunes of the Qian Path rapidly shifted. Mo Hua ascended the deck and boarded the Cloud Ferry.

One hour later, the melancholic flute melody drifted once more.

The colossal Cloud Ferry finally set its course, carrying Mo Hua away from the confines of Qianxue State, venturing into the limitless sea of clouds and the broader expanse of the Cultivation World...

...

Several days elapsed.

The illusory mist, meticulously placed by Elder Master Xun, dissipated. The various influential powers within Qianxue State's domain began to stir, their minds filled with a multitude of unfolding thoughts.

Intelligence, originating from the long-dormant Tumo Order, began to circulate:

"It is said that Mo Hua has departed..."

"Who conveyed this news?"

"The Sect's venerable ancestor made a deduction and relayed it to the Sect Leader, who informed my father, and subsequently, my father shared it with me..."

"I have also learned that certain noble families are subtly plotting to intercept Mo Hua."

"Regrettably, Ancestor Xun of Taixu Gate possesses a Dao cultivation too elevated; by the time they calculated the intricate web of cause and effect, Mo Hua had already embarked upon the Cloud Ferry."

The Tumo Order fell into a period of silence.

After a brief pause, someone voiced: "It is fortunate that he has left; I genuinely wish to never encounter Mo Hua again..."

"Are you succumbing to fear?"

"Silence."

Another individual interjected: "The sword discussion has concluded, and Mo Hua has also departed. This so-called Demon Slaying Alliance, let us disband it..."

"Yes, disband it, there is no longer any purpose."

"In truth, there is no profound enmity with Mo Hua, merely some lingering discord from the sword discussion..."

"Precisely..."

...

Abruptly, the Magnetic Patterns distorted. Several individuals who advocated for "disbandment" were instantaneously "muted."

A more imposing, authoritative, and anonymous Magnetic Ink message materialized, stating:

"Preposterous!"

"To contemplate surrendering so readily, with such a spirit, how can any significant achievements be attained in the future?"

The Tumo Order lapsed back into silence.

Someone inquired: "Who precisely are you?"

Anonymous Magnetic Ink: "You need not concern yourselves with my identity. I merely pose one question: can you truly forget the humiliation Mo Hua inflicted upon you?"

"How did he, for personal gain and to elevate himself, shame and vanquish you using a seemingly insignificant spell such as the Fireball Technique?"

"The instances of your being manipulated by Mo Hua were preserved in shadow images, disseminated widely, inciting widespread mockery."

"The skills you once held immense pride in were utterly eclipsed by Mo Hua, leading to the disregard of your Sect's and your aristocratic family's legacies."

"Several among you, originally lauded as exemplars of your Sect, as geniuses gracing the spotlight, were reduced to mere jesters by Mo Hua's solitary sword."

"You united your forces, your sheer numbers overwhelming the few, yet Mo Hua employed Formations to obliterate you..."

"Have you utterly forgotten all of these events?"

Forgotten memories, like a tidal wave, began to overwhelm each individual present.

The past humiliations and Mo Hua's subsequent fury, now blurred by time, resurfaced vividly in everyone's minds.

It was akin to an old wound being reopened, bringing both pain and deep embarrassment.

"But... Mo Hua did save us after all. Holding grudges against him now seems rather..."

The speaker was promptly silenced before they could finish their thought.

Anonymous Magnetic Ink interjected, "Was his salvation truly for your benefit? You should reconsider carefully: is he genuinely that benevolent?"

"He saved you simply to enhance his own standing."

"His motives are inherently rooted in self-interest."

"Do not allow minor gains to overshadow the bigger picture."

"And certainly, do not permit the vile, insidious, wicked, and selfish individual, Mo Hua, to cloud your judgment."

These pronouncements garnered widespread agreement:

"Well articulated."

"Mo Hua, that person, may appear as a pretty boy, but in reality, he is exceedingly treacherous and cunning, with deep calculations making him utterly untrustworthy!"

"Therefore, the Demon Slaying Alliance must persist; it absolutely cannot be disbanded!"

"Currently, Taixu Gate stands as the foremost Sect in Qianxue, and it will soon become our primary adversary among the Four Sects, Eight Gates, and Twelve Streams. Mo Hua has also secured an exceptional position within Taixu Gate. To catch the leader, one must first seize the 'king'. Dealing with Taixu Gate inevitably means confronting Mo Hua sooner or later, so preparations must commence immediately."

"Mo Hua, this brat, harbors a devious intellect, and his talent in Formations is terrifying. He is destined to become a significant threat to us. This isn't merely a personal vendetta; it concerns the future of our Sects and the interests of our noble families."

"However..." someone ventured, "I heard from an Elder within my Sect that Mo Hua hasn't even acquired a trace of his own Magical Treasure. At this pace, reaching Core Formation might take an eternity... By then, we will have advanced to Golden Core, perhaps even Feather Transformation, while Mo Hua remains at Foundation Establishment, barely on the fringes. Isn't targeting him akin to making a mountain out of a molehill?"

"This so-called Demon Slaying Alliance, in the end..."

His statement, too, was cut short by an imposed silence.