Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2236 Chapter 1008: Ink Manipulation (Part 3)

A group of Formation Elders all felt some regret as well.

Many cultivators in the field had noticed this.

The formations of the Taixu Gate were nearly exhausted.

After all, up to this point, Mo Hua had set up quite a few formations.

The previous offensive from the Four Sects and Seven Gates had almost completely depleted the formations he had laid down.

The few remaining formations he had couldnʼt last much longer.

Within the Sword Discussion Conference, Mo Hua was well aware of the situation.

Outside the valley, Taoist skills intertwined, formations vibrated, and the thunderous sounds continued one after another.

Mo Hua sat calmly inside the valley, atop a large rock.

This large rock appeared unremarkable, yet Mo Hua had sat there without moving an inch since entering the valley.

Upon entering the valley, he began the Formation Painting.

Using the time delayed by the Illusion Array and the Concealment Formation, he intermittently painted a total of twenty High-Rank Formations.

Most of these formations had been consumed in the previous onslaught.

Now, only three or four formations remained.

These three or four were being constantly consumed and couldnʼt support much longer.

The formations were on the brink of being exhausted, and the situation gradually became critical. ”Since thatʼs the case, thereʼs no need to hide anymore...”

Mo Hua calmly took out his brushes and ink, spread out the formation media, and began painting formations.

This time, he no longer covered it with a small blanket nor concealed anything.

He was going all out, painting formations at the fastest speed possible.

Mo Huaʼs gaze was deep, his focus intense, and his Divine Sense poured out, making his pen-holding hand almost appear ghosted.

Under his hand, the strokes flowed elegantly, with profound formation patterns spilling onto the paper media and jade stone like flowing water, forming flawless, exquisite, and beautiful formations.

This speed was indeed astonishing.

Outside, the cultivators who kept their eyes on Mo Hua at every moment were immediately in an uproar. ”This...” ”Can formations really be painted like this?” ”Isnʼt this speed too fast; it seems more than twice as fast as before.” ”In other words, when this boy was covering with a small blanket earlier, was he truly hiding his strength?” ”Itʼs hard to comprehend how someone can paint this fast.” ”Moreover, heʼs painting this fast without any mistakes? Just how familiar is he with these formations?”

The more they thought about it, the more surprised they became.

The entire Ten Thousand Formations Sect was equally shocked.

A disciple asked in a low voice, ”Elder, how does one learn this?”

The elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect were stupefied and could not speak.

The entire Taixu Gateʼs spirits were lifted.

Especially the fellow disciples familiar with Mo Hua, whose eyes were bright with excitement.

They knew that their junior brother was no longer pretending, he was laying his cards on the table...

Within the Dao Discussion Valley.

Mo Hua was entirely focused, saying nothing, solely dedicated to painting formations.

A series of Second Grade Nineteen Patterns High-Rank Formations took shape under his brush, sketched onto the formation media.

Like a cold and unfeeling ”formation machine.”

The formations he painted were taken by a few disciples with swift movement techniques, led by Hao Xuan, to be placed at the entrance of the valley.

Outside, lives were spent in the attack.

Inside, Mo Hua painted formations to defend.

Gradually, everyone realized that the speed at which the Four Sects and Seven Gates consumed formations during their mountain assault couldnʼt keep up with Mo Huaʼs formation painting speed.

And Mo Hua was just one person.

Even though the narrow passage, limited in range, alongside the deterrence of the five brothers of Taiʼa, was already beyond belief.

Exclamations of surprise arose from the crowd.

They never expected there would be someone in the world who could paint formations at such an incredible speed.

Not to mention the ordinary cultivators, even some elders from Formation Sects or Formation Method Aristocrats found it unbelievable.

At this speed, if the top geniuses do not intervene, even if all the Four Sects and Seven Gates perished, they wouldnʼt be able to deplete Mo Huaʼs formations. ”Is this...the weight of the Qianxue Array Dao Leader...”

All young talents born from Formation lineage, who pursued formations as their lifelong ambition, felt a heavy weight on their hearts, and found it hard to breathe.

And within the Ten Thousand Formations Sect.

After being shocked, some elders furrowed their brows, shook their heads, and sighed: ”The Taixu Gate... cannot hold out.”

A disciple puzzled, ”Isnʼt it holding out?”

Mo Huaʼs formation painting speed was too fast, and the Taixu Gateʼs defense was tight as well.

The elder of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect shook his head regretfully, saying: ”He may paint formations fast, but the formation media is limited. Even a clever woman cannot cook without rice. Once the formation media is exhausted, no matter how fast he paints, what use will it be?”

Mo Hua had to dismantle the formation media to repaint formations.

At the Sword Discussion Conference, there was a limit to the formations and this also meant Mo Huaʼs formation media was limited.

The formations brought by Taixu Gate, apart from those dismantled, along with some seized ones, added up to just over thirty.

Previously, nearly twenty were used in the valley for defense.

Now, at best, there were fewer than ten usable formation media left.

No matter how abundant Mo Huaʼs Divine Sense was or how fast he painted, there werenʼt many formation media left for him to use.

This meant the defensive line of this valley wouldnʼt last much longer.

The elders of the Ten Thousand Formations Sect, experienced in formation details, therefore noticed it early.

Other cultivators, astonished by Mo Huaʼs painting speed, didnʼt think too much about it initially.

But as the situation evolved, they gradually began to understand. ”The Taixu Gate... is finished.”

No matter how fast Mo Hua painted formations, it was useless. Sure enough, as the offensive and defensive struggle continued, the disciples of the Four Sects and Seven Gates, staking their lives bit by bit, exhausted Mo

Huaʼs formation media at last.

Once the formation media was used up, there were no more formations to paint.

Mo Hua remained calm, neither arrogant nor anxious, neither angry nor dispirited, beginning to sit in meditation on the spot, closed his eyes, and meditated to restore his Divine Sense.

As if everything around him was irrelevant to him.