The Quest for Immortality

”What did I just see?!!”

”Sword Control?!”

”That damn kid Mo Hua, he can actually control a sword?!”

”How could he control a sword? How is it possible for him to control a sword?”

”Impossible, absolutely impossible!”

The fact was so shocking that many of the cultivators watching doubted their brains before doubting their own eyes:

”Did I fall under an illusion technique and see a hallucination?”

”Did I mess up my brain by taking pills? I seem to be a little unclear about reality now...”

”I drank too much last night, maybe I haven’t sobered up yet.”

”I must be dreaming... But dreaming of Mo Hua controlling a sword is too funny, my Sea of Consciousness must be having issues...”

...

Of course, most cultivators still had their rationality, believing what they saw with their own eyes.

But for this reason, they were even more incredulous:

”Is Mo Hua really controlling a sword?!”

”He even used sword control... and instantly killed Ye Zhiyuan?”

”The ’Formation Leader’ of Taixu Gate, controlling a flying sword, killed the sword prodigy of Daluo Sect in one strike?!”

”Is this damn reasonable?”

”It’s extremely absurd.”

”This Cultivation World is too crazy...”

Most people’s hearts were filled with shock and confusion.

”Another question, from where did this Mo Hua learn sword control, and how could he possibly learn it?”

”There is clearly no trace of Sword Qi on him, surely there’s no Sword Dao Heritage.”

”What is the spell point for his sword control?”

”There’s no trace of human-sword unity in his sword control...”

”I’ve been cultivating swordsmanship for so many years, but I’ve never seen such an unconventional sword technique for controlling a sword...”

”Does Taixu Gate have such a sword control method?”

”And also, what kind of sword is he controlling that exploded directly?”

”Was this explosion intentional or accidental?”

”Was it a mistake?”

”Did sword control backfire? Did a Spirit Sword explode? Did he accidentally kill Ye Zhiyuan?”

”This Ye Zhiyuan is truly unlucky...”

”You were all focused on watching the sword, didn’t notice that the distance he controlled the sword is a bit unusual?”

”It seems to be slightly further than Ye Zhiyuan?”

”Is this distance close to the limit of Foundation Establishment?”

”It’s hard to estimate the distance on Fangtian Huaying, but it’s probably over a hundred and several dozen zhang...”

”Is this sword control distance for a Formation Master who doesn’t cultivate swordsmanship?”

”Divine Sense is strong, but it’s not meant to be used like this, right?”

”A Formation Master’s Divine Sense is meant for Formation Painting, not for sword control, does this Mo Hua have any awareness?”

”It’s hard to understand...”

...

The cultivators watching the duel were puzzled, dazed, confused, or shocked, whispering and arguing endlessly.

In the mountain, at the same time, countless cultivators were exchanging words, noise unending.

The whole Mount of Tao was filled with the sound of clamor.

Not only these ordinary spectators, but also Wenren Wan, Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian, Gu Changhuai, Zhang Lan, people who were to some extent ”familiar” with Mo Hua, were all shocked.

They also didn’t expect that Mo Hua, who always kept a low profile and had never even touched a sword, could actually control a sword?

Especially Zhang Lan.

He remembered clearly, back in Tongxian City, Mo Hua, this kid, couldn’t even pick up a sword, let alone cultivate swordsmanship.

Yet after a decade or so passed.

He could suddenly kill the renowned sword prodigy of Daluo Sect with one strike at the Sword Discussion Conference.

Silent for a long time, then suddenly astounding.

It’s truly... ”absurd mother opening the door for absurdity.”

Absurdity has reached home...

At the Sword Observation Tower.

Hua Valley Master stared blankly at Mo Hua, her beautiful eyes full of astonishment.

Other sect leaders also showed expressions of disbelief.

In the tea room.

The sect leaders of Taixu, Tai’a, and Chongxu sat silently, speechless.

Everything happened too quickly and ended too abruptly.

The sword discussion started, Mo Hua controlled a sword, one sword flew out, directly exploded, and then the Debating Bell rang, and it was all over.

Then, just...

Won?

The sect leaders of the Three Mountains were, for a moment, a bit incredulous, even doubting their own eyes.

So much so that the joy of victory in the sword discussion could not dilute the shock and confusion in their hearts.

Finally, Tai’a Sect Leader sighed:

”This kid... did say it would be simple, but also...”

It’s not this kind of simple.

This is indeed a bit too ”simple.”

From beginning to end, it was just a moment, a matter of one flying sword.

Before they even had time to mentally prepare, the sword discussion was over.

Even the pot of tea on the table hadn’t boiled yet...

...

In the ”controversy” among the cultivators, this round of sword discussion came to an end.

The cultivators retreated, and Mount of Tao gradually quieted down.

But Mo Hua’s unconventional flying sword maneuver, which defied all logic, could not be forgotten easily.

The waves stirred by this sword did not subside for a long time...

At night, in the sect’s main hall.

The Daoist Law elders of each sect gathered.

A shadow painting hung high.

In the shadow painting, Mo Hua took the sword, controlled it, pointed with his fingers, the sword flew out, piercing through the sky, hitting the Daluo Sect disciple.

Initially, there was no anomaly.

But the next moment, the Spirit Sword began to shine, the Sword Array operated, the Sword Pattern transformed, the Sword Qi accumulated, until it exceeded the limit, the Spirit Sword cracked and exploded into fragments.

The sword blade fragments combined with the Sword Qi, resulting in incredible destructive power...

This scene was played repeatedly in the main hall.

The Daoist Law elders in the hall watched it no less than a hundred times, from evening until deep into the night.

Each time, there was silence.

This kind of sword control completely exceeded their normal understanding.

They kept silently asking themselves:

What kind of sword control is this?

How is it controlled?