Immortality Through Array Formations - Chapter 1534

Chapter 1534: Chapter 819: Water Prison Skill (Part 3)

Before Yu Canghai could finish speaking, Mo Hua said:

“Is that so?”

He turned his head and saw Mo Hua pointing, conjuring a Water Prison Technique with four Spirit Locks out of thin air, one more than before.

Yu Canghai fell silent.

“Should I be faster?”

Mo Hua pondered and then concentrated, manipulating his Spiritual Power to cast the Water Prison Technique again.

His Spiritual Power flowed more swiftly and accurately.

Soon, the Water Prison Technique formed five Spirit Locks.

Yu Canghai was stunned.

Mo Hua seemed a bit dissatisfied.

“It could be a bit faster still, the flow of the Spiritual Power circulation and the acupuncture points could be more precise…”

Mo Hua tried five or six more times.

Some attempts failed, but eventually, he managed to form six Spirit Locks, albeit with some difficulty.

For now, this seemed to be the limit. If he circulated it any more, it would take too long, and the skill pattern of the Water Prison Technique would be unstable.

However, six Spirit Locks was still an improvement, at least stronger than before.

His previous Water Prison Technique only had three Spirit Locks.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua felt a bit puzzled and asked Yu Canghai:

“Isn’t your grading system a bit hasty? There’s not much difficulty between three, four, five, and six locks, so why such detailed divisions?”

Yu Canghai stood expressionlessly on the spot, feeling a bit numb, unable to utter a single word.

What could he say?

That the usual disciples of the Water Prison Sect don’t train like this?

That forming each additional Spirit Lock takes years, even over a decade of practice?

How could he possibly say that?

It would be too humiliating to mention.

Yu Canghai spoke with a numb expression:

“Well… perhaps the sect elders were indeed a bit careless, but after all, it’s a low-level spell, not very difficult, and by dividing it finely, it’s to… to… instill confidence in the disciples to learn spells and encourage their cultivation…”

By the end, Yu Canghai didn’t even know what he was saying.

Mo Hua genuinely believed it, “I didn’t expect, the elders of your Water Prison Sect are quite kind-hearted.”

Yu Canghai smiled bitterly.

How would he know?

He was just making it up.

“So does your Water Prison Sect have more powerful spells?” Mo Hua asked curiously.

Yu Canghai’s spirit was uplifted.

Regarding matters concerning the sect’s heritage secrets, he wasn’t originally inclined to talk about them.

But at this point, he couldn’t let the Water Prison Sect be looked down upon by this young fellow.

Otherwise, where would the Water Prison Sect’s dignity be?

“Of course.” Yu Canghai said solemnly, with a hint of arrogance, “My Water Prison Sect was once prestigious and has a long heritage, mastering countless water-based spells.”

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up, “For example?”

Yu Canghai pondered for a moment and said, “To not mention others, even among control spells like the Water Prison Technique, my Water Prison Sect has superior Daoist Magic heritage.”

“There’s an even stronger control spell than the Water Prison Technique?” Mo Hua’s eyes brightened.

Yu Canghai nodded and said, “The Water Prison Technique can at most form nine Spirit Locks…”

“Above the Water Prison Technique, there is a Daoist Magic that starts with forming eighteen Spirit Locks.”

“This is the Water Prison Sect’s sect-protecting superior control Daoist Magic—Water Prison Skill!”

Water Prison Skill?!

Mo Hua’s heart was slightly shocked.

The name alone sounded extraordinary.

Seeing Mo Hua’s surprised expression, Yu Canghai felt slightly proud and continued:

“There are many superior Daoist Magics for attack in the Cultivation World, but very few for control.”

“This Water Prison Skill is an extremely rare superior control technique!”

“Moreover, it is the finest ‘control technique’ in our Water Prison Sect’s inheritance system, capable of restraining all cultivators who have practiced the Water Prison Sect’s techniques and movement techniques, only the Sect Leader’s direct lineage can learn it!”

“At the same time, most importantly, the Water Prison Skill is a strong control type spell that can ignore the immunity effects of the Golden Body Technique and the Golden Body Talisman, enforcing control over the cultivator.”

“In the face of the Water Prison Skill, the Golden Body is nothing more than a useless sheet of white paper.”

This truly stunned Mo Hua.

A superior Daoist magic, a powerful control spell, disregarding the Golden Body.

He immediately said, “Then if one learns the Water Prison Skill, can one catch the Water Yama?”

Elder Yu Canghai shook his head.

“Not possible?” Mo Hua asked.

“It’s not impossible,” Elder Yu Canghai said, “to learn the Water Prison Skill is even harder than capturing the Water Yama…”

“This is an extremely complex spell, and a superior Daoist magic at that, how can it be so easy to learn? Throughout the generations in the Water Prison Sect, only the sect leader and the direct lineage of the leader are eligible to learn it, and even then, not all leaders can master it.”

Mo Hua said, “Then…”

Elder Yu Canghai said, “I naturally wouldn’t, and besides, I am not a sect leader, nor could I possibly have the Water Prison Skill heritage in my possession.”

Mo Hua was somewhat disappointed, then asked, “Aside from the Water Prison Skill, are there even more powerful spells?”

“The Water Prison Skill is a superior skill, beyond that would be a forbi…”

Elder Yu Canghai abruptly stopped talking.

“Forbi what?” Mo Hua asked.

“Nothing…” Elder Yu Canghai forced a smile, saying, “There are indeed more powerful ones than the Water Prison Skill, but those are not control spells. In terms of control, naturally, none surpass the Water Prison Skill.”

“I see.” Mo Hua nodded.

After that, Elder Yu Canghai no longer said much.

He still had injuries on him, so Mo Hua did not want to disturb him further and took his leave.

However, this conversation had enlightened Mo Hua on many things.

Firstly, there is a more advanced practice of the Water Prison Technique.

He could practice more upon returning to see if he could perfect the Water Prison Technique to its utmost, the Nine Spirit Locks.

The Water Prison Technique with the Nine Spirit Locks would likely have a higher effectiveness.

Secondly, the Water Prison Skill.

Almost exclusively learned by the sect leader of the Water Prison Sect, able to counteract the Water Prison Sect cultivation techniques and disregard the Golden Body Skill, an extremely rare superior control-type spell.

Mo Hua was not greedy for offensive spells.

But this type of control spell, however, held an inexplicable attraction to him.

Mo Hua felt eager yet somewhat regrettable.

Elder Yu said he did not possess the heritage of the Water Prison Skill; whether this was true or false was uncertain, but even if he did have it, he certainly would not let Mo Hua learn it.

After all, this was the sect protecting skill of the Water Prison Sect, only to be learned by the “sect leader.”

Moreover, being a superior Daoist magic, the consumption of spiritual power was staggering.

With his meager spiritual power, even if he learned it, he might not be able to use it…

And when Elder Yu mentioned, “spells stronger than the Water Prison Skill”, he said the word “forbi”, Mo Hua could almost conclude his intention was to say “forbidden technique”.

Was there forbidden techniques within the Water Prison Sect as well?

This Elder Yu had quite a number of hidden secrets…

Mo Hua marveled in his heart.

However, these are the inheritance of the Water Prison Sect, and it’s not appropriate to demand forcefully.

He could only calm his thoughts and returned to the Taixu Gate.

As soon as he returned to the sect, stepping through the mountain gate, he looked up at the plaque reading “Taixu Gate” and couldn’t help but recall the record of the Taixu Gate’s predecessor in the millennia-old documents of the Water Prison Sect as mentioned by Elder Yu.

“Tai’a God-Forging Sword, Rushing Void Proliferating Sword Qi, Taixu Sword Intent…”

“What sect were they exactly before the split into the Three Sects?”

“If the Three Sects were united, merging the divine sword, sword qi, and sword intent together, what kind of powerful sword dao heritage would that form?”

Mo Hua looked up at the sky, his heart longing.

Then his expression became somewhat forlorn.

Unfortunately, the Three Sects had already split apart.

Looking at the current situation, they probably couldn’t come together again, pondering such questions seemed futile.

“If only the Three Sects could be united…”

Mo Hua thought silently, then shook his head and stepped through the mountain gate of the Taixu Gate.

Above the mountain gate, white smoke still spiraled upwards, intertwining with the distant clouds and mist, becoming one with the sky.

An ancient sword intent roamed amidst it.