The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2232: War Breaks Out

The Gui Water Sect launched a surprise assault on the Lingxiao Sect. Catching their opponents off guard, they utilized their wicked Gui Water Sword Skill to swiftly claim the lives of several Lingxiao disciples.

Such underhanded tactics immediately incited a furious response from the Lingxiao Sect.

A brutal conflict erupted between the two factions.

Realizing the battle was turning against them, the Gui Water Sect initiated a retreat.

Shortly after, the Sever Gold Sect and the Gui Water Sect both capitalized on the chaos, launching treacherous attacks against the other Eight Great Gates.

Countless sects endured devastating losses.

The tenuous peace was shattered, acting as a spark that ignited a full-blown Shura war.

Disciples could not contain their indignation:

Damn you, Sever Gold Sect, you possess no martial honor!

Gui Water Sect, your treachery knows no bounds!

Yet, driven by the volatile circumstances, they were forced to adopt equally deceitful strategies against neighboring sects.

With everyone resorting to slaughter, failure to retaliate meant falling into obsolescence.

This was the Sword Discussion Conference; to fall behind was to seal the fate of one's entire Sect.

If a sect lost its standing, the future and cultivation progress of thousands of its members were put in jeopardy.

The situation rapidly deteriorated into lawlessness.

Constant ambushes claimed lives with chilling regularity.

Discerning cultivators were gripped by mounting anxiety.

If Mo Hua was not eliminated, allowing him to linger and finalize his preparations, the catastrophe that followed would be beyond comprehension.

However, once the flames of war were fanned, they spread uncontrollably.

Everyone was preoccupied with internal schemes and skirmishes, desperate to secure fleeting advantages for their own houses.

The so-called big picture was completely ignored.

The few disciples gifted with true insight could only watch in despair, lamenting:

The youth are beyond reason!

So short-sighted, completely ensnared by Mo Hua’s trap...

Despite these warnings, the carnage showed no signs of abating.

Thus, while Mo Hua remained hidden, the Shura war underwent its second cleansing.

A majority of the Twelve Streams sects were eliminated.

Though they ostensibly held status equal to the Eight Great Gates, the Twelve Streams were specialized in specific aspects of Dao Cultivation, leaving them lacking in sheer combat prowess.

Consequently, within the brutal reality of the Sword Discussion Conference, the Twelve Streams were at a significant disadvantage.

Their true domain usually lay in the Dao competitions that followed, centered on Pill, Artifact, Talisman, and Formation arts.

The ranks of the Eight Great Gates were also further winnowed.

Those lacking sufficient strength were decimated by mutual sabotage and conflict.

Even among the Four Great Sects, disciples were being picked off one by one.

Those who remained were either blessed with deep cultivation, extreme caution, or extraordinary techniques—the true core pillars of their respective sects.

Without committing massive resources, it became nearly impossible for one side to finish off the other.

Furthermore, encouraged by various hidden instigators, the Four Sects and Eight Gates descended into a state of mutual paranoia.

Every faction became reluctant to strike.

The underlying currents remained lethal, but overt skirmishes temporarily subsided.

As time bled away, the dense fog of the Shura field dissipated, revealing the landscape beneath in clear detail.

Suddenly, a flare pierced the horizon.

The predetermined signal had been given.

Every heart skipped a beat.

We found him!

That scoundrel Mo Hua!

The disciples of the Four Sects and Eight Gates exchanged glances. Despite having been at each other's throats moments ago, they acted as if nothing had happened, shouting in unison:

Mo Hua must die!

The oath of the Demon Slaying Alliance rippled through the crowd:

Eliminate Mo and uphold the Dao, Mo Hua must perish!

The shared hatred for Mo Hua briefly welded together the fractured young talents of the various sects.

The disciples shoved aside their grievances, locking the memory of the conflict in their hearts before activating their movement techniques. Transforming into streams of spiritual light, they surged toward the signal.

Across the Shura field, the glowing beams converged on a single point.

The sheer momentum suggested an overwhelming force, as if the Four Sects and Eight Gates had truly united to excise their arch-enemy.

Upon reaching the source of the flare, they discovered a towering cliff face, thousands of feet high and flanked by desolate forests.

Two teams of Ten Thousand Formations Sect disciples lingered nearby.

One disciple pointed toward the cliff and declared:

There are residual traces of formations here.

The exterior features an Illusion Array, while the interior is shielded by a Concealment Formation; both are incredibly rare Second Grade High-Level arts.

The Ten Thousand Formations Sect was a specialist of the Twelve Streams, deeply rooted in the study of structures.

Their heritage provided a distinct perspective.

Their disciples possessed remarkable instincts for such tasks.

These formation signatures were uncovered only after the mist cleared, aided by a blend of keen detection and pure luck.

The craftsmanship was incredibly sophisticated.

Throughout the entirety of the Sword Discussion Conference, only Mo Hua possessed such prowess.

Well done, your efforts are appreciated.

Qin Cangliu nodded briefly before unleashing a sword strike, cutting down the disciple who had just spoken.

Seeing this, the disciples of the other Eight Great Gates mirrored the action, slaughtering the remaining Ten Thousand Formations Sect members in their entirety.

The Ten Thousand Formations Sect was meant to be an ally.

They had only been tolerated until now because their Formation Masters were essential for tracking down Mo Hua.

Now that Mo Hua’s location was exposed, these disciples had outlived their usefulness.

As for actually breaching the formations—while the Ten Thousand Formations Sect disciples were born masters, they were clearly outclassed by the monster that was Mo Hua.

They lacked the skill to dismantle his arrays.

Since they could not solve the puzzle, only brute force remained.

Therefore, the Ten Thousand Formations Sect disciples were nothing more than sacrificial tools.

Because they were so engrossed in the purity of their craft, they were simple-minded souls, caught in the pride of their discovery until the moment they were betrayed and silenced.

Outside the battlefield, the Elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect roared in fury:

Those Four Sects and Eight Gates—they are all nothing but bastards!