Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

Chapter 943: Chapter 404: Leave It to Ning Qi (2)

Therefore, the occurrence of this Spirit Realm war is the result of a build-up of various factors, bringing us to this point.

However, at this moment, it appears that the situation of the two ancestors jointly controlling the Mountain and Sea Realm and deciding its course is merely the Sea Ancestor’s wishful thinking.

In fact, everything is under the control of the Mountain Ancestor alone!

The Sea Ancestor’s mind raced, instantly understanding everything.

She glanced at the Saint Ancestor nearby, her breathtaking face seemingly showing a hint of apology.

"Sorry, it’s too late to say anything now, but you must defeat him with me, otherwise both realms will cease to exist."

The Saint Ancestor replied, "I understand. Let’s try again to see if we can break through this Buzhou Mountain Illusion. I have a premonition; he probably intends to sacrifice and refine both of us. If he can gather our strength, he will surely break through!"

The exchange between the two lasted but a moment, and immediately, they unleashed their most powerful divine techniques, attempting to shatter the Divine Mountain Illusion and break out from within.

"Oblique Moon Wave Blade!"

"Divine Text Secret Sword!"

Ning Qi and the others immediately saw that within the Divine Mountain Illusion, two dazzling attacks erupted with terrifying energy fluctuations, striking outward toward the Divine Mountain Illusion’s surroundings.

They attacked the outer wall of the Divine Mountain Illusion, directed at the terrifying black hands climbing toward them, and also at the Mountain Ancestor’s figure hovering above them.

The Sea Ancestor’s attack was crescent-shaped, dreamlike, like an illusion in the sea.

Countless oblique moons attacked in all directions, slicing apart numerous climbing black hands.

The Saint Ancestor conjured a Divine Text Secret Sword constructed from over a thousand golden divine texts. He held the sword with both hands, raised it high overhead, and roared, "Slash!"

The Divine Text Secret Sword hovered between reality and illusion, its entire body glowing with golden brilliance, like a golden lightning bolt swinging out.

The golden light was broad yet extremely thin, unparalleled in sharpness.

From afar, just a glance gave everyone an unsettling feeling of being sliced in half, body and primordial spirit alike, and destroyed, let alone where it was truly unleashed.

But in the next second, everyone was taken aback together.

Though the attacks from the two ancestors perhaps shattered many black hands and quite a bit of space within the Divine Mountain Illusion, when their attacks hit the wall of the Divine Mountain, they shattered with a loud crash.

Countless slashes broke apart, transforming into strands of energy that were absorbed by the wall of the Divine Mountain.

Above in the sky, the attacks targeting the Mountain Ancestor all halted at his feet.

"I must admit, you two can indeed be considered ancestors alongside me in the Spirit Realm, but there is a gap between ancestors!"

The Mountain Ancestor said disdainfully.

"You are merely on the earth, while I am at the peak."

The Saint Ancestor snorted, "Alright, I’ve heard enough of your narcissistic words. If you really want to be narcissistic, have the courtesy to kill us completely before you speak again."

The Mountain Ancestor’s words were cut short.

He detested people who interrupted him, despised the weak who dared interrupt him, and loathed an old fellow lecturing him.

The Mountain Ancestor stomped fiercely with his right foot, "Then you shall die first!"

As his foot fell, the entire Divine Mountain trembled, along with the war realm outside, along with the two connecting Spirit Realms.

The Saint Ancestor below, his body like a cannonball, plummeted rapidly downwards, smashing brutally into the ground.

The dust raised completely obscured his figure, and his aura seemed to vanish instantly. No one knew his life or death.

Meanwhile, all beings within the two Spirit Realms felt the tremor of the world.

They looked towards the direction of the war realm, eyes filled with both fear and worry.

And in the one-fifth portion of the war realm yet unclaimed, Ning Qi and others felt like mosquitoes flying in the air.

Suddenly, all they felt was an elephant passing by, its four hooves trampling, the sheer tremor causing many to cough blood.

Ning Qi’s army was far superior to the cultivators under Zhao Yujun and the Sea Ancestor.

Regardless of cultivation level, none of them were spitting blood; at most, they were slightly dizzy.

Their muscles and bones resonated, threads of lightning burst from within.

Everyone realized this was all thanks to Ning Qi previously helping them pass the Celestial Tribulation.

Without that tribulation as a foundation, they would certainly be like Zhao Yujun and others.

The Sword Ancestor and others, though pleased with this power, also felt despair at the scene before them.

If the Sea Ancestor and the Saint Ancestor couldn’t stop the Mountain Ancestor’s ambition, then they were merely dew on grass, destined to dissipate.

Zhao Yujun finally managed to shield her subordinates from some of the impact. She halted, a streak of crimson already trailing from her lips.

Her azure eyes reflected Ning Qi’s tall, straight silhouette not far away. Zhao Yujun said, "Taoist Friend Ning, what do we do now?"

As the Sect Leader of the Moon Sea Immortal Sect, Zhao Yujun was long accustomed to managing all major events for the power beneath the Sea Ancestor.

But the current situation was beyond her control, left her with no direction, only confusion.

She regretted asking this question as soon as she did.

Why would she ask someone so much younger than herself when she, with her years, had no answers, let alone the young Ning Qi?

Yet from up ahead came a calm voice.

"Daoist Zhao, prepare to lead everyone into the Vast Realm!"

"Hmm?" Zhao Yujun let out a sound, then immediately voiced her surprise, "Taoist Friend Ning, what did you say?"

Ning Qi turned back, sweeping his gaze across all the cultivators.

From Zhao Yujun to Sword Ancestor Qi Keqing, to all those who had followed him to this point.