Wenren Wan didn't know why she suddenly thought of these things.
Clearly this was during the Sword Discussion Conference.
In broad daylight, amidst a vast crowd.
Elders from the Shangguan Family and the Wenren Family, all of profound cultivation, were also present.
Why was there this foreboding sign of a tragic nightmare?
She didn't know, she could only hold onto her precious child tightly, not letting anyone take them away...
And amidst the uproar, the Asura War finally comnced.
At Fangtianhuaying Mountain, colors spread, and then the mountains and rivers concentrated into a grandiose scroll.
This was a vast and complex mountain range.
This was also the final site of the Asura Battle.
The Four Sects and Eight Gates along with a few Qian Learning Hundred Gates, over a hundred teams in total, would battle to the death in this vast and
treacherous Asura Field.
This would determine both victory and "life and death".
In front of the vast and majestic Fangtianhuaying, all cultivators watching held their breath, silently observing the battle, witnessing this battle that could determine the fate of many sects.
In the Sword Discussion Arena.
Mo Hua led the disciples of the Taixu Gate into the Asura Battlefield and looked around. The entire arena was larger, more expansive, more complex.
The mountains stretched endlessly, the terrain was intricate, shrouded by clouds and mist.
Forests, peaks, slopes, ravines, swamps, ancient woods, poisonous grasslands, miasma, ruins... all types of terrain were hidden within the mountain mist, complex and indiscernible, reality and illusion hard to grasp.
In the distance, Xuantian Peak was faintly visible.
Xuantian Peak, the site of the Heavenly Sword Discussion.
The Asura Battle, the Heavenly Advancent Battle.
The two sites were adjacent; in the past, only those who passed the trials of the Asura Battle had the qualification to step onto Xuantian Peak.
And now, what Mo Hua had to face was a severe "Asura Battle."
"Junior Brother... Situ Jian said softly, "Everything is ready." "Hmm."
Mo Hua turned back, looking at Situ Jian, and also at Linghu Xiao, Ouyang Xuan, Cheng Mo, Yang Qianjun, Hao Xuan, the Ouyang brothers...
And the familiar and dear faces of fellow disciples.
He saw their solemn expressions and the unwavering trust in their eyes.
Mo Hua nodded, "Act according to the plan."
"Follow ..."
Mo Hua released his Divine Sense, perceived the terrain, then chose a direction and walked into the forest.
The disciples of the Taixu Gate all followed him in silence.
The group gradually disappeared into the thick mist.
anwhile, the Heavenly Pride Disciples leading the sects, looked at the vast
expanse of mist in front of them, ordering one after another:
"Go, don't bother with the other sects, find the Taixu Gate first!"
"Don't bother with anyone else, find Mo Hua first!"
"Once found, signal with fireworks."
"We will surround and kill him."
"Destroy the Taixu Gate first!"
"Mo Hua must die!"
"Yes!"
In the vast Asura Battlefield, amidst the mountains shrouded by mist.
The disciples of the various sects shuttled through forests, streams, and swamps, releasing their Divine Sense, to search for the Taixu Gate, especially
the figure of Mo Hua from the Taixu Gate.
There was an unspoken mutual understanding among them.
Kill Mo Hua, destroy the Taixu.
Of course, this "understanding" did not include all sects.
In the vast Asura Battlefield, sporadic small battles erupted, with sect disciples
"slaughtering" each other.
Except for the Taixu Gate, except for Mo Hua.
Within the Qianxue State Boundary, there were also other sects, so with
private grudges and old enmities.
Enemies eting eyes would turn red with anger. They didn't care about the
Taixu Gate or Mo Hua, upon encounter, they would draw their swords and start
fighting.
But the general situation was still extrely unfavorable to Mo Hua.
The vast majority of cultivators, especially the Qianxue's Genius holding the
Tumo Order, had an irreconcilable hatred for Mo Hua.
They each spread out, like a net, covering the Sword Discussion grounds,
searching for any trace of Mo Hua in the mist.
But after searching over and over, Mo Hua's shadow was nowhere to be seen.
Not even a single disciple of the Taixu Gate was seen.
They seed to have disappeared.
Vajra Sect's Big Senior Brother Shi Tiangang, who had suffered because of the Concealnt Technique and was made a "big fool", imdiately cursed:
"This trick again?"
"Concealnt again?"
Beside Shi Tiangang, the Sword Dao Genius of the Gui Water Sect, Qin Cangliu,
pondered for a mont, then shook his head:
"No, it's one thing for him alone to conceal, but it's impossible for all of the
Taixu Gate's disciples to have learned concealnt?"
"The Concealnt Technique isn't that easy to learn."
"Moreover, even if learned, it's very difficult to cultivate to a level where one
isn't detected."
"Concealnt Spiritual Tool?"
"The concealnt effect of a Concealnt Spiritual Tool isn't that good, at
least it can't deceive our Divine Sense."
"Then it's... a Concealnt Formation?"
The Concealnt Formation, a high-rank formation of second-grade nineteens
patterns, is very niche and difficult to learn, with few Formation Masters
studying it.
Previous Sword Discussion Conferences never saw the appearance of a Concealnt Formation.
But with Mo Hua, it seed very possible.
At this mont, the mist hadn't dissipated, and in the vast Sword Discussion
grounds, the terrain was treacherous and complex. If Mo Hua really laid down a Concealnt Formation, and the entire Taixu Gate hid in a corner, it would
indeed be hard to find.
"Group concealnt..."
"This damn Mo Hua, his devious tricks are truly damn many."
"Utterly shaless..."
"What do we do now?"
"Not act unless Mo Hua is found?"
"This is the Sword Discussion Conference. With so many Sect Leaders and
Elders watching, it would be too shaful to just drag it out like this."
"As per the agreent, let's clear the field first..."
"While clearing, also look for Mo Hua."
"Alright."
"Agreed..."
...
And so, they began the first "clearance".
The so-called clearance order was based on the ranking of the Four Sects,
Eight Gates, and Twelve Streams, as an initial "screening".
The Asura War, while a lee, wasn't an unruly chaos.
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