The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2237: Ink Manipulation (4)
Previously on The Quest for Immortality...
He does not concern himself with whether this valley entrance remains secure.
Linghu Xiao and the five Tai’a brothers fight relentlessly to hold the line, yet the situation inevitably deteriorates.
Eventually, they retreat, allowing Yang Qianjun and Ouyang Xuan to step forward and take their places.
Linghu Xiao and his companions immediately enter deep meditation, eyes tightly shut as they restore their exhausted Spiritual Power.
They clearly realize that the valley entrance can no longer be protected, so they choose to conserve their strength for the terminal conflict that looms ahead.
After less than an hour of brutal stalemate, the light at the valley entrance flickers and dies.
The final Formation established by Taixu Gate at last dissipates.
As the barrier crumbles, Ye Qingfeng’s expression turns frigid. "Mo Hua has run out of Formations to paint! Kill them all!"
Following his lead, the disciples representing the Four Sects and Seven Gates unsheathe their weapons and roar:
"Kill!"
Just as the Elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect had predicted, while Mo Hua drained his "Formations," the enemy had systematically drained their "lives."
For these prestigious sect disciples, the delay has been a deep humiliation.
A collective fervor burns within their chests.
"Destroy Taixu Gate!"
"Rip Mo Hua limb from limb!"
"Kill them!"
A disciple from the Carefree Sect uses a swift movement technique to dart past the narrow choke point and into the valley.
Although he is intercepted almost immediately by Yang Qianjun’s spear, repelled by Ouyang Xuan’s surging Sword Qi, and finished off by the heavy axes of Cheng Mo, he is not alone.
Dozens of other disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates find openings and begin to flood into the valley.
The situation becomes dire, forcing the five Tai’a brothers to rise quickly and swing their Giant Swords once more to hack and slash at the invaders.
Two more enemies fall instantly to their blades.
However, without the assistance of active Formations, the defensive line at the pass is porous and weak. Despite their bravery, the five brothers cannot seal the gap and are limited to desperate, sporadic interceptions.
At this moment, Shi Tiangang of the Vajra Sect strides forward to engage the five Tai’a brothers.
When the massive swords strike his formidable physique, sparks shower like falling stars against stone, failing to inflict even a scratch.
Shi Tiangang’s mastery of Body Refinement is top-tier, even when compared to the greatest experts throughout the entire Qianxue State Boundary.
In their initial clash, the five brothers are soundly unable to penetrate his impenetrable defense.
With the time Shi Tiangang buys, a wave of elite talents from the Four Sects and Seven Gates pours into the valley.
Linghu Xiao moves to draw his sword and assist in the attack against Shi Tiangang.
Suddenly, a flash of white light appears—Feng Zichen of the Carefree Sect closes the distance via his superior movement technique, his blade thrusting directly toward Linghu Xiao’s throat.
Linghu Xiao is forced to abandon his objective and shift into a defensive stance.
Behind Feng Zichen, the likes of Qin Cangliu from the Gui Water Sect, Song Kui from the Sever Gold Sect, and various prodigies from the Lingxiao and Purple Mist Sects follow in rapid succession.
These are no mere cannon fodder; these are genuine, lethal sect prodigies.
The expendable troops were sent to exhaust the defenders, while these masters have arrived to deliver the final killing blow.
Trailing behind them are Ye Zhiyuan and Ye Qingfeng of the Daluo Sect, alongside Ao Zheng from the Longding Sect, Shen Cangfeng of the Qian Taoist Sect, and Xiao Ruohan from the Heavenly Sword Sect—all top-tier talents with deep grievances against Mo Hua, readying their blades to annihilate him and eradicate Taixu Gate.
The host of the Four Sects and Seven Gates surges forward like a raging tide.
The hearts of the spectators watching from beyond the field skip a beat.
"Taixu Gate... is finished."
The force amassed before them is truly terrifying.
Should these elites fully penetrate the valley, every member of Taixu Gate will be slaughtered, with no hope of survivors.
The Elders of Taixu Gate feel a bone-deep chill.
"The end has come..."
Yet they watch, helpless, as the elite prodigies of the various sects pour forward like an endless wave, raising their weapons against the cornered disciples.
Inside the valley, the number of enemy prodigies grows by the second.
Just as the situation threatens to spiral completely out of control, Mo Hua, who has remained silent with closed eyes, slowly lifts his eyelids.
He drags his Divine Sense over the heads of the encroaching enemies and murmurs to himself:
"The moment is right..."
Dozens of vials of Spiritual Ink lie spread out before him.
Mo Hua squints, hiding a flicker of dark, intense light in his eyes, and gestures with his hands as if manipulating invisible threads. He pushes his Divine Sense to its absolute threshold, agitating the pools of Spiritual Ink.
The ink seems to respond to his silent command, bonding with his Divine Sense before boiling over, rising into the air to dance against the horizon.
"Go!"
Mo Hua commands softly.
Hundreds of thin filaments of Spiritual Ink streak forward as if possessed by their own life. They slither across the ground, weaving into a complex, dense Formation with impossible speed, sealing the entrance to the valley within a single breath.
A fresh, brilliant light begins to pulse from the newly manifested Formation.
Stronger and nearly instantaneous, these new barriers seal the valley entrance completely.
The Formations resonate with the earth, binding themselves permanently to the mountains and rivers.
The momentum of the Four Sects and Seven Gates is shattered in an instant.
Outside the sword discussion field, a wave of pure shock ripples through the crowd.
Cultivators who had been stunned by Mo Hua’s speed previously now find their minds going blank, their scalps tingling at the sheer impossibility of the scene.
The Elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect scramble to their feet, their eyes wide and trembling in absolute disbelief:
"Divine Sense Control Ink!"
"Is he actually forming a Formation using nothing but his Divine Sense to control the ink?!"
