The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2238: Five Elements Source Armor

To the average cultivator, the Spiritual Ink surrounding Mo Hua appeared to move like silk, writhing like a venomous serpent as it autonomously wove into intricate Formation Patterns.

It looked far less like a standard formation and more like some uncanny Demon Skill.

This method of manipulating ink without the aid of paper or brush to conjure a formation was entirely beyond their collective experience.

The elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect were similarly stripped of their usual composure.

Their reaction was significantly more profound than that of the common cultivators.

Being from a sect dedicated to formations, and acting as their primary Formation Elders, they were uniquely qualified to judge.

As experts from the Twelve Streams Formation Sect who had devoted their existence to the study of arrays, they grasped the gravity of the phrase 'Divine Sense Control Ink, Drawing Ground into Formation' better than any others.

Techniques of this caliber are not merely a matter of inherited talent.

They are deeply embedded with profound insights and applications concerning the 'Dao'.

Mastery is elusive; even basic comprehension is a monumental challenge.

Attempting to deploy such a sophisticated, large-scale ink formation with such lethal speed and precision—especially amidst the chaos of a Shura battle—is nothing short of legendary.

It is, quite simply, divine-level craftsmanship.

"How could a mere Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator possibly master a technique reminiscent of the divine?"

This query echoed simultaneously through the minds of every Formation Elder present.

Additionally, the spectacle of Mo Hua wielding his divine sense to command the ink was laid bare before every notable figure gathered at the Sword Observation Tower.

The leaders of various sects were visibly stunned.

Even the high-ranking members and direct descendants of the Taoist Court Seven Pavilions and ancient noble families could not hide their agitation.

Even the Sect Leader of the Three Mountains of Taixu Gate appeared momentarily lost in contemplation.

None among them were aware that Mo Hua possessed such hidden depths.

Inside the Sword Observation Hall, the atmosphere was equally charged.

Certain ancestors, who had been resting in detached silence, opened their eyes to witness the display, eventually turning to Elder Master Xun nearby.

One ancestor inquired with a hint of bewilderment:

"Communicating with the earth’s essence, drawing the terrain into a formation?"

"When exactly did your Taixu Gate acquire the heritage of the Earth Sect?"

Elder Master Xun returned a deep gaze, offering no verbal reply.

His silence was a deliberate stance, suggesting that no disclosures would be forthcoming.

Understanding this, the other Heaven Void Ancestors wisely ceased their interrogation.

A sect's heritage is universally guarded as its most precious secret.

Even if Taixu Gate had indeed secured the Earth Sect’s legacy, or possessed the ability to commune with the earth, they were not obligated to share such knowledge.

Furthermore, the Earth Sect remained a powerful and conservative force; associating with their traditions could bring unforeseen trouble, a predicament Taixu Gate would surely deny.

The hall fell quiet, with no one daring to push the issue further.

Elder Master Xun maintained his stoic exterior, though he felt a private sense of relief.

It was a difficult question, one he certainly had no answer for.

...

At this moment, the spectator stands were a riot of turbulent emotion and frenzied hushed tones.

The internal shock was not limited to those watching from the outside.

Within the sword discussion arena, the prodigies of the four sects and seven gates, brought to a sudden halt by Mo Hua’s formation, stood transfixed with expressions of disbelief.

While external spectators viewed the event via the Fengtian Pictorial Water Screen, those inside witnessed firsthand the sight of Mo Hua commanding nearly a hundred streams of Spiritual Ink, sculpting formations from empty air like some sort of monstrosity.

He appeared to them as nothing less than a 'formation monster'.

Stunned into inaction, they remained isolated in the wake of the formation before they could even regain their focus.

They soon realized they were well and truly trapped.

"Quick, break the formation!"

With a shout, the prodigies of the four sects and seven gates—both inside and outside the valley—launched a coordinated assault on the formation Mo Hua had erected.

Sword glints, blade strikes, and elemental magic involving water and fire rained down.

Yet, the formation seemed to have melded with the very bedrock of the mountains, absorbing their Taoist assaults and only dimming slightly under the pressure.

"A Second Grade High-Rank... Compound Formation?"

The onlookers gasped in unison.

It was not a simple arrangement; it was a Second Grade High-Rank Compound Formation perfectly synchronized with the terrain of Bagu Mountain and the Five Elements of the valley.

Was this the true depth of Mo Hua, the Formation Leader?

To conjure such a complex, high-rank compound formation instantly, without medium or paper—it defied all logic.

All the prodigies found the reality difficult to process.

In such dense terrain, dismantling this array would require extensive effort.

Conquering it quickly seemed a literal impossibility.

Moreover, they remained acutely aware that the Taixu Gate disciples were waiting in the shadows, ready to strike.

A sudden, heavy silence descended upon the conflict.

A standoff had begun within the valley between the hundred-strong elite led by Shi Tiangang of the Vajra Sect, Qin Cangliu of the Gui Water Sect, and Song Kui of the Sever Gold Sect, and the members of the Taixu Gate.

Outside the valley, the main forces of the Four Great Sects and the prodigies of the Seven Major Gates found themselves cut off by Mo Hua’s Second Grade 'Earth and Wood Sealing Mountain Compound Formation'.

Driven by caution, no one dared to make the first move.

The air hung thick with tension, creating a stifling atmosphere of dread.

Outside the arena, every cultivator watching the Fengtian Pictorial Water Screen monitored the stall with growing apprehension.

Soon, however, a critical point was raised.

Whispers spread among the disciples of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect: "Is Mo Hua not using this formation incorrectly?"

"Why choose a Trapping Formation instead of something meant for Killing?"

"With a proper Killing Formation, the confined space of the valley would allow for catastrophic damage to their numbers."

"But there are far too many talented elites from the four sects and seven gates; even a Killing Formation might not thin them out enough."

"In that case, is a Trapping Formation not even more ineffective?"

"Using it to simply seal the mountain pass… it hardly changes the math."

"Outside the pass, a hundred prodigies remain. Inside, another hundred."

"Taixu Gate barely holds thirty."

"By merely trapping the mountain, he has cut off the path, yet he still faces the overwhelming force of the four sects and seven gates."