The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2244: Explosion!

When it comes to pure Cultivation, Mo Hua is nothing to be feared, nor does he possess formidable Taoist arts.

However, his formations represent a force that should not be taken lightly.

During their previous encounter at the Sword Discussion, Mo Hua was actually bested by him.

Mo Hua’s blade control failed to pierce his defenses, and every one of his formations was obliterated.

In the end, Mo Hua behaved like a coward, choosing to flee rather than finish the duel.

Shen Linsu held nothing but scorn for such behavior, yet he could not simply disregard Mo Hua, the Formation Leader.

This was especially true considering the Mo Hua standing before him now projected a far more "ferocious" presence than ever before.

He used his Divine Sense to manipulate ink, transforming the very earth into a complex web of formations.

His Compound Formation sealed the mountain, displaying a truly destructive potential.

This was a peculiar type of Formation Master he had never encountered in his life.

If he were left unchecked, allowing this Formation Master to litter the entire valley with his traps, the consequences were entirely unpredictable.

He could shatter three to five High-Rank Formations with a single strike.

But what if there were thirty? Fifty? A hundred?

As these formations began to layer, the danger would escalate exponentially, reaching a point of immeasurable peril.

Even as a prodigy of the Qianxue State Boundary, gifted with the bloodline of the Qilin, he dared not let Mo Hua continue his work without interference.

And yet, Shen Linsu had his own reservations about targeting Mo Hua directly.

He was deeply concerned about the other three members of the Qianxue Four Talents, as well as Ye Qingfeng of the Daluo Sect.

Most believed the Daluo Sect’s primary sword prodigy was Ye Zhiyuan, but few realized that Ye Qingfeng was actually the superior warrior.

Ye Qingfeng had always maintained a low profile, hiding behind his peer's fame to harbor his true strength.

In terms of tactical calculation, combat experience, and Cultivation, he was the true leader of the Daluo Sect.

Furthermore, his sword techniques were terrifyingly profound.

Without tapping into his Qilin bloodline, even Shen Linsu doubted he could counter Ye Qingfeng’s Daluo Unification Sword.

Facing these four variables, Shen Linsu dared not make a rash move.

After all, since everyone aimed to be number one, every person present was a potential rival.

Mo Hua might not be scary on his own, but he could hardly ignore powerhouses like Xiao Wuchen, Ao Zhan, and Duanmu Qing.

His strategy was simple: if the enemy stays still, so shall he.

So long as the others held back, he would not move first.

Should he decide to act, it would have to be in cooperation with the other three.

While it was acceptable for the Seven Gates to combine forces, seeing the Four Great Sects join together against one opponent would be far too excessive.

Even if they emerged victorious, the result would be a disgrace.

Not only would they lose face, but both the Qian Taoist Sect and the Four Great Sects would be viewed with contempt.

Caught in this thought, Shen Linsu paused, struck by a sudden realization:

"Could this... also be part of what Mo Hua planned?"

Was he exploiting the mutual distrust of the Four Talents to create a stalemate and buy himself more time?

Could Mo Hua have foreseen this entire outcome?

Shen Linsu felt this was a distinct possibility, though he also wondered if he was giving Mo Hua too much credit.

Battlefields are chaotic and unpredictable, and Mo Hua was no master strategist; how could he possibly account for everything?

Shen Linsu furrowed his brow.

He was not alone in his suspicions, as both Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan shared his reservations.

Because of this, they remained at a standstill, forced into an impasse.

As time crawled forward...

In the heart of the valley, Mo Hua remained indifferent to the outside world, focusing solely on his work.

When he exhausted his stock of Divine Sense, he would enter meditation, only to return to his painting the moment he recovered.

Spiritual Ink flowed like water, weaving intricate patterns onto the stone walls and soil until the entire valley was covered in a resonant, grand diagram.

As the formations grew in density and complexity, Shen Linsu felt a surge of panic, acknowledging that he could no longer afford to wait.

He could not let him continue.

This Mo Hua must be stopped at all costs!

He darted a glance at Xiao Wuchen and the remaining group.

They understood his intent but remained quiet, clearly showing reluctance.

Observing the hesitation, Ye Qingfeng stepped forward and offered a cold suggestion:

"The four of you should strike together. With our Daluo Sect’s support, you can shatter the Compound Formation, destroy the Taixu, and finish off Mo Hua."

"If he lives, we leave behind a variable we cannot control."

"This is the Sword Discussion Conference; prioritizing the interests of our sects is only natural."

Shen Linsu stared at Ye Qingfeng, remaining silent for a long moment. Before he could speak, Duanmu Qing nodded sharply.

"Agreed. Let’s eliminate Mo Hua first."

Among them, she harbored the greatest animosity toward Mo Hua.

Until this moment, she had kept a stoic face, suppressing her rage for the sake of the competition.

"Fine!" Ao Zhan declared with a smug, arrogant grin.

Xiao Wuchen said nothing, but a slow nod confirmed his stance.

The four had reached an agreement.

Ao Zhan, radiating a fierce dragon spirit, was the first to approach the valley entrance, his body crackling with raw Blood Qi as the sound of distant dragon roars filled the air.

"Let's get rid of the pests first. We can settle who is the strongest and claim the number one spot afterward."

The surrounding talents, terrified by Ao Zhan’s aura, paled and scrambled to create a walkway for him.

Ao Zhan reached the threshold and unleashed a punch imbued with the crushing force of a dragon, slamming it directly into the earth and wood Sealing Mountain Compound Formation.

The rocks trembled violently, and the spiritual power within the formation erupted in opposition.

Several patterns began to flicker, and even the ground supporting the formation started to spiderweb with cracks.

Such was the power of a single strike.

Ao Zhan’s expression remained stony, though he felt a flicker of genuine surprise.

He had not expected this Compound Formation to possess such resilience, which finally explained why so many others had failed to breach it before.