The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2245: Explosion! (part 2)

It is not necessarily that they lack strength; rather, Mo Hua’s formation techniques are truly unorthodox.

Even an explosive strike from his Dragon Cauldron Body Refining Skill merely managed to wear down a few Formation Patterns, failing to actually breach the formation itself.

To overcome such a barrier, one must exert a significant amount of effort.

Ao Zhan’s gaze shifted restlessly, yet he showed no desire to press his assault further. He opted instead to hold his ground, awaiting the moment others would be forced to react.

He harbored no interest in exhausting his own Spiritual Power trying to dismantle what Mo Hua had crafted.

With a contemptuous sneer, Shen Linsu unsheathed his longsword. He channeled the purple-gold Jinlin Sword Qi, launching a vicious volley against Mo Hua’s formation.

He was shortly joined by Duanmu Qing’s arcane spells, Xiao Wuchen’s Heavenly Sword Technique, and finally, Ye Qingfeng’s formidable Daluo Unification Sword Skill.

The four great prodigies, accompanied by the Daluo Sect’s Big Senior Brother, Ye Qingfeng, took turns hammering at the defense.

For a tense duration, violent surges of Spiritual Power roiled in the air. The radiance of the Compound Formation began to flicker erratically as the Formation Patterns wavered on the brink of collapse, with fractures crisscrossing everywhere...

Deep in the valley, Mo Hua remained entirely unmoved. He stayed utterly absorbed in the act of Drawing Formation, seemingly oblivious to the chaotic world pressing in around him.

Outside the fray, as the Four Talents of Qianxue focused their combined might, a chorus of exclamations erupted from the observers:

To push Shen Linsu and the rest of the top four prodigies to join forces against his single formation, Mo Hua truly has earned his right to be proud.

Indeed...

He is truly worthy of the title, Formation Leader of the Qian Learning State Boundary, spanning countless sects...

The crowd could not help but shower him with continued praise.

The sheer capability of Mo Hua’s formation had far eclipsed their current understanding.

They lacked the depth to comprehend the intricate Dao behind the formations; even in their desire to laud him, they lacked the vocabulary, eventually settling for a singular, heavy sigh:

Worthy of being the Formation Leader.

Then, another voice cut through the air:

Once the Four Talents have engaged, this Shura battle is destined to reach its inevitable conclusion.

With the Taixu Gate facing certain eradication, the Four Talents and Ye Qingfeng of the Daluo Sect will surely secure the final victory.

I never expected the concluding act of this Shura encounter to arrive with such speed.

Now, it is merely a matter of how long the Taixu Gate can withstand the pressure...

As the Four Talents accelerated their efforts, the glow of the Formation Patterns began to fade. The defensive layers crumbled, and the Sealing Mountain Formation slowly withered away.

The Taixu Sect Leader, the Elders, and disciples—including Wenren Wan, Yu Er, Zhang Lan, Gu Changhuai, Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian, and others connected to Mo Hua—felt the atmosphere turn suffocatingly tense.

While Mo Hua and his cohort had displayed breathtaking strength, they were ultimately pitted against foes of equal tier.

As predicted, after a grueling thirty minutes, a deafening crack resonated through the air. The earth groaned and shattered as the formation finally gave way in its entirety.

The Sealing Mountain Compound Formation was razed, and the Thread of Heaven was decisively breached.

The imposing figure of Ao Zhan was the first to stride into the valley.

He was followed by the elite Shen Linsu of the Qian Taoist Sect, the cold and hauntingly beautiful Duanmu Qing of the Wanxiao Sect, the ethereal Xiao Wuchen of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the measured Ye Qingfeng of the Daluo Sect.

Behind this vanguard, more than a hundred prodigies from the Four Great Sects and Seven Great Gates flooded into the area like a rising tide, completely surrounding the Taixu Gate.

The situation seemed to have regressed to its original state.

Taixu Gate, standing alone against the hundred prodigies of Qianxue.

Yet, the caliber of the enemy had changed entirely.

Beyond the top four Bloodline prodigies, the Daluo Sect’s Big Senior Brother was present, and the accompanying disciples were the true, verified "elites" of the Four Great Sects.

While the numbers remained comparable, the accumulated power was manifold higher than before.

This was, in every sense, the most lethal gathering of elite disciples the top Four Great Sects and Seven Great Gates could muster in the current Qian Learning State Boundary.

The very sight of these assembled prodigies was enough to leave one gasping for air.

On the opposing side, the Taixu Gate stood in stark isolation.

Following the previous brutal exchange, even with the protection of Mo Hua’s Five Elements Source Armor and formation buffs, the Taixu Gate had suffered the loss of ten warriors.

Only twenty members remained to face the storm.

Twenty against over a hundred—especially with the inclusion of the Four Talents—this was a scenario born of absolute despair.

However, at this precise moment, the hundred-plus prodigies hesitated to charge.

Stretched out before them was a vast, complex web of dense formations.

These were all Mo Hua’s "masterpieces"—intricate Second Grade High-Level Formations, reinforced by Compound Formations that effectively carpeted the valley floor.

And there sat Mo Hua, still perched atop that massive boulder.

The remaining twenty disciples of the Taixu Gate stood as a human bulwark, protecting their Formation Leader.

Surrounded by this dense thicket of formations, anyone wanting to reach Mo Hua would first have to exterminate the Taixu Gate survivors and march over their bodies.

To reach those disciples, they would first need to carve a path through the lethal gauntlet Mo Hua had prepared.

Faced with this dense array of traps, the disciples of the Four Sects and Seven Gates found their scalps stinging in primal fear.

They could barely fathom the reality before them.

What level of Divine Sense does one need to manifest so many formations in such a truncated timeframe?

Is he truly only a Foundation Building Cultivator?

Yet, there was no time for uncertainty; it was a matter of life or death, with no room for hesitation.

Shen Linsu simply barked a single word:

Kill...

On his command, the tide of prodigies surged forward, diving headlong into the formations to reach Mo Hua.

As they stepped into the activation zones, the earth rose up in jagged stone walls, locking them in.

Earthen prisons manifested, sealing them within cramped jails.

Quicksand spiraled into existence, dragging them into traps.

Vegetation mutated into razor-sharp thorns, seeking blood.

These stones, prison bars, quicksand, and briars were purely manifestations of Spiritual Power, utilizing Second Grade Nineteen Patterns that approached the potency of a Golden Core—each one taking on a tangible, physical form.

The formations functioned like impenetrable "fortresses," stalling the advance of the Qianxue prodigies.

Caught in the web of these Defensive and Trapping Formations, the invaders found themselves mired in a rhythmic, agonizing struggle, forced to fight for every single step.