The Quest for Immortality

At this moment, everyone outside the Taoist Field held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

The disciples of the Taixu Gate were both excited and nervous.

Only now did they realize that their Junior Brother was indeed capable of competing with the top Formation prodigies of the Four Great Sects.

And he was only at the Foundation Building Middle Stage.

At the same time, an almost absurd thought surfaced in everyone’s minds.

Could Junior Brother possibly still win?

If he wins again, wouldn’t he become...

The first in the Array Competition, the Array Leader?

Since the founding of the Taixu Gate, no disciple had ever received the honor of being first in Formations.

The heartbeats of all the Taixu disciples skipped a beat, and their breathing slowed down.

Murong Caiyun bit her lip tightly, her fingers clenching until they turned white.

Xun Ziyou and Elder Xun Zixian sat up straight, and the other Elders stared intensely at the Great Dojo, not daring to breathe.

Not to mention the ordinary disciples of the Taixu Gate, even these hundreds-year-old Taixu Elders felt their hearts almost leap out of their throats.

...

The assessment of the Nineteen Patterns in the Taoist Field was still ongoing.

The formation topics varied, including Killing Formations, Trapping Formations, Defense Formations, and deeply complex formations.

The prodigies of the Four Great Sects and Mo Hua, sitting in the corner, were all silently drawing formations.

But the prodigies of the Four Great Sects were suffering silently.

The cultivators outside had no idea how much pressure it was to sit in the arena, matching formations with this ”monster” Mo Hua.

It felt suffocating, like drowning. .

Formations that could have been abandoned before could no longer be; the fault tolerance that could have been maintained before was gone.

Regardless of the formation, whether it was a Killing Formation or a Trapping Formation, whether familiar or not, they had to draw with all their might.

And they couldn’t afford to make mistakes...

While Mo Hua stood like a dark rock amid giant waves, fearlessly steadfast.

Under the guidance of Elder Master Xun, he had meticulously simulated the ”Great Formation Exam” several times from start to finish before.

Thanks to prior preparation, he seized every bit of time during the competition breaks to recover his Divine Sense.

So even now, his Divine Sense remained abundant.

Drawing the Nineteen Patterns formations was something he did with ease.

In recent days, under the personal guidance of Elder Master Xun, he had built an extremely solid foundation in the Formations.

He also practiced tirelessly, honing this foundation to become indestructible.

This kind of profound foundation was almost unimaginable for ordinary people.

Such a profound foundation was enough to handle the array of formation questions covered in the Great Formation Exam, including the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, Killing and Trapping formations, various types, and all kinds of forms. ⱤåN𝙤ΒƐS

One force conquers all techniques.

He didn’t need to spare a thought, calculate, make choices, or evade; he just needed to draw formations.

If there was a topic, he’d take the exam; if there was a formation, he’d draw it.

By drawing all the formations, he would be the number one in Formations!

The competition was still ongoing.

Mo Hua continued drawing, from Sixteen Patterns to Nineteen Patterns, and so far, he hadn’t missed a single formation, not even a slight error in a single Formation Pattern.

No matter how difficult the Nineteen Patterns formations were, he welcomed them all.

And his Divine Sense remained generously sufficient.

The prodigies of the Four Great Sects went from being astonished to acknowledging, from acknowledging to feeling cold, from feeling cold to feeling scared.

Now, they were even feeling terrified, leading to some despair.

This young ”monster” of the Taixu Gate, even younger by a year than them...

No matter the formation, he could draw it.

No matter what he drew, he wouldn’t make a mistake.

Not a single formation would be missed, not a single Formation Pattern would have an error!

And drawing to this point, his Divine Sense was still full, vast as the sea, seemingly endless, and unfathomable.

Like a terrifying, unconquerable enemy.

A peak too high to climb.

And this peak towered into the clouds.

They couldn’t even figure out how tall the mountain really was.

The pride, which had accompanied them as Heaven’s Chosen Sons since childhood, was gradually crumbling in their hearts.

Their Taoist Hearts were slowly collapsing.

A layer of an inexorable, terrifying shadow was slowly covering it.

Shen Juncai from the Qian Taoist Sect had a face pale as paper.

Xiao Yi from the Heavenly Sword Sect had lost all elegance and composure, his hand holding the Formation Pen was trembling uncontrollably.

Ao Li from the Longding Sect was dripping with cold sweat, his head splitting with pain.

Duanmu Xue from the Wanxiao Sect was also pale as frost, her expression hopeless.

...

Under such terrifying extreme pressure, Longding Sect was the first to be defeated.

He drew the wrong formation three times in total and was ousted.

Heavenly Sword Sect was the second.

The Nineteen Patterns Cloud Mountain Rain Formation was somewhat obscure, and he couldn’t draw it, having no confidence to persist further.

Duanmu Xue from Wanxiao Sect was the third to be defeated.

And Shen Juncai from the Qian Taoist Sect persisted to the end.

But that’s all he managed to achieve.

His Divine Sense was almost completely depleted, and he had no strength left to continue drawing.

Before admitting defeat, he mustered the courage to turn around and glance at Mo Hua, sitting in the corner.

Mo Hua’s expression was very calm.

Moreover, remembering Elder Master Xun’s admonishment, he restrained his emotions, displaying a sense of depth, so he wore a stern face, with cold eyes, appearing indifferent.

In Shen Juncai’s eyes, he seemed truly like a formation ”monster” indifferent and emotionless, treating the common folk as straw dogs.

The shadow in Shen Juncai’s heart took on a tangible form.

He trembled, slowly put down the pen in his hand, and sighed.