The Quest for Immortality

The five brothers of Tai’a immediately returned to guard, standing in front of Mo Hua like five small mountains, allowing no one to approach.

Cheng Mo, Yang Qianjun, Situ Jian, and others also began to surround Mo Hua, consolidating the formation.

Feng Zichen, relying on his excellent movement technique, led the charge towards Mo Hua.

Using the Carefree Wind Stepping Technique to close the distance, and the Trigram Wind Wandering Step to maneuver among the disciples of Taixu Gate, his figure transformed into a white shadow. After a dozen exchanges, he broke through Taixu Gate’s defense and got within twenty zhang of Mo Hua.

This was the closest any of the disciples from the Four Sects and Seven Gates had gotten to Mo Hua.

Feng Zichen then swiftly struck towards Mo Hua’s vital point.

However, after advancing less than ten zhang, the ground rose with mountain stones, forming a cage that blocked him.

A moment later, the five brothers of Tai’a immediately surrounded him, wielding five giant swords, hacking furiously at Feng Zichen.

The giant swords were immensely powerful and terrifying.

Feng Zichen, specializing in fast swords, dared not confront them head-on, and had to temporarily retreat.

But as he withdrew just a few steps, a wisp of Spiritual Ink permeated the ground, transforming into a patch of quicksand.

Feng Zichen, wary of the giant swords of the five brothers of Tai’a, inadvertently stepped into the quicksand with his right foot. Although he quickly freed himself, he couldn’t help but feel a tremor in his heart.

In the chaos of battle, being trapped by a formation, even for just two breaths, could be fatal.

Indeed, Situ Jian, who had been waiting for an opportunity, seized the moment, conjuring a strand of Li Fire Sword Qi that pierced through the air, striking Feng Zichen’s back.

Feng Zichen staggered, turned his head, and saw a pair of large axes.

Cheng Mo had the best relationship with Situ and was most in sync with him. Seeing Feng Zichen hit by the Li Fire Sword, he seized the opportunity, striking with both axes.

Feng Zichen was hit squarely again by Cheng Mo’s axe.

Just as he was about to meet his demise, at the critical moment, Shi Tiangang swept over with a punch, blocking Cheng Mo.

Only then did Feng Zichen manage to catch his breath.

Afterwards, Song Kui from Sever Gold Sect, Qin Cangliu from Gui Water Sect, and many other elites from Purple Mist Sect and Lingxiao Sect also surrounded and charged towards Mo Hua.

But their movement techniques were far inferior to Feng Zichen’s, failing to bypass the disciples of Taixu Gate.

If they were to force their way, they couldn’t break through the defense of the five brothers of Tai’a, let alone withstand Linghu Xiao’s terrifying Sword Qi.

From start to finish, they couldn’t even get close to Mo Hua.

Meanwhile, Mo Hua, with a slender figure, sat as steady as a mountain on a large rock afar.

Sometimes black, sometimes bright red Spiritual Ink transformed into fine threads, guided by his Divine Thought, drifting in front of him.

Occasionally, Spiritual Ink, like thin snakes, meandered on the ground. .

Forming one formation after another, together with the killing moves of Taixu Gate disciples, harvesting life after life.

Mo Hua’s expression was calm, his gaze deep and indifferent.

Spiritual Ink wandered at his fingertips.

All killing intent and life and death also seemed to be under his control.

This eerie and sinister scene sent chills down the spines of Shi Tiangang, Qin Cangliu, and others.

This was a Formation Master they had never encountered in battle before, impossibly powerful.

His strength wasn’t from personal cultivation, but from inscrutable formation skills, understanding the environment, controlling the situation, dictating the life and death of cultivators...

He must be killed!

No matter the cost, kill this bizarrely powerful Mo Hua!

This thought instantly surfaced in everyone’s mind.

They threw caution to the wind, continuing to charge towards Mo Hua, but after several attempts, they still couldn’t break through the defense of Taixu Gate.

Instead, their allies were dying one after another within the formation.

”Close attack doesn’t work, then attack from afar,” said Qin Cangliu, ”Ye Zhiyuan, use Sword Control!”

”I have no chance!”

Ye Zhiyuan retorted angrily, tangled by Hao Xuan and several Taixu Gate disciples.

The Sword Control technique dreaded most was being disturbed by others.

And Hao Xuan, with good movement technique, enjoyed sneak attacks.

Ever since Ye Zhiyuan controlled the sword the first time, attempting to kill Mo Hua, Hao Xuan had targeted him.

Whenever he distanced himself to control the sword, Hao Xuan would find an opportunity to strike him on the back of his head.

Ye Zhiyuan was furious.

How could it be that among the dignified disciples of the Eight Great Gates in Qian Learning State Boundary, there was someone who didn’t practice sword but liked to practice with a rod?

Qin Cangliu cursed Ye Zhiyuan for being useless.

Once, Ye Zhiyuan was the prodigy of Daluo Sect, extraordinarily talented, so arrogant and foul-mouthed that no one dared say anything to him.

But ever since being killed by Mo Hua with a sword, his aura shattered everywhere.

Their awe for him as a ”Sword Dao Genius” had waned.

Qin Cangliu cursed but still withdrew from the fight to intercept Hao Xuan and his men for Ye Zhiyuan.

Mo Hua’s formations were too eerie.

The strength of Taixu Gate, augmented by strange armor, was also substantially different now.

Continuing like this, they were truly facing total annihilation.

The only breakthrough point now was Ye Zhiyuan’s ”Sword Control.”

”Use Sword Control, attack Mo Hua from afar.”

”Even if you can’t kill him, keep disrupting him, don’t let him continue Drawing Formation...”

Although Qin Cangliu wasn’t a Formation Master, he did study formations.

Drawing Formation requires full concentration with highly focused Divine Sense.

Divine Sense Control Ink technique is definitely harder than ordinary Drawing Formation, demanding greater concentration.

As long as Ye Zhiyuan’s flying sword can approach Mo Hua, even if it doesn’t harm him, it can certainly interrupt his Drawing Formation.

Without Mo Hua’s formations, they could hold out a little longer.

Should the ”reinforcements” outside successfully break the Compound Formation sealing the mountain, once they have support to charge forward together, Taixu Gate would undoubtedly be doomed.

The key lies in Ye Zhiyuan’s Sword Control.

After all, he was ”once” the foremost Sword Control prodigy of Daluo Sect, and the Daluo Flying Sword Skill he practiced is no ordinary technique.