Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 781 - 328: A Strike from the Saint Ancestor

A soft cyan glow radiated from the Wind God Painting.

At the moment of its initial unveiling, it appeared as nothing more than a simple artwork, yet now it displayed its enigmatic essence, ensnaring Ning Qi’s consciousness and soul.

Ning Qi felt crushed beneath the sole of the Wind God illustrated within, reduced to a mere foundation for its path to immortality.

In the end, the Wind God remains a mere figment, embodying nothing but the painter’s personal aspirations.

“Is this the power wielded by the mightiest Saint Ancestor of the Vast Realm?” Ning Qi whispered to himself.

All at once, Ning Qi’s awareness burst into brilliant light.

Rivers and mountains flipped upside down, the sky and land inverted, the Wind God that once pinned him beneath its foot was abruptly pulled downward, and Ning Qi now placed his own foot upon it.

Ning Qi spoke calmly, “That’s all there is to it!”

The artwork unveils the creator’s essence; the Wind God portrayed inside mirrored the Saint Ancestor’s inner visions.

Should any other face this painting, they would undoubtedly be crushed under the weight of the Saint Ancestor’s imposing presence and majesty.

For in both the Mountain and Sea Realm and the Vast Realm, only cultivators exist—no true immortals!

Many yearn to rise to the nine heavens, climbing over mountains of corpses to claim the rank of Immortal True Immortal. This expansive mindset inevitably overpowers all cultivators.

However, Ning Qi stands apart. He has never imposed boundaries on himself or set impossible barriers in his way.

For typical cultivators, forget about attaining immortality—even dreaming of exceeding the Mountain Ancestor and Sea Ancestor, let alone the Saint Ancestor, lies far beyond their grasp.

But Ning Qi obviously belongs to no such group.

Though originating from a minor world, his spirit remains limitless and unrestrained!

The breadth of one’s heart shapes the expanse of their universe.

The Saint Ancestor dreams of becoming an Immortal True Immortal, whereas Ning Qi’s ambitions tower far above that.

Even as he grapples with the dire threats facing the True Martial Realm’s survival, Ning Qi’s short-term aim is to guide the whole True Martial Realm in consuming the Mountain and Sea Realm, and perhaps even the Vast Realm.

After overcoming those challenges, Ning Qi envisions a subsequent objective: to propel the True Martial Realm ever onward.

The True Martial Realm embodies him, just as he embodies it, so Ning Qi’s vision extends beyond merely achieving Immortal True Immortal status—at minimum, it involves elevating the True Martial Realm into an Immortal Realm!

When set side by side, the vast disparity becomes evident.

Thus, attempting to subdue Ning Qi with this painting and force his submission? Utterly impossible!

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Khong Shang Qing’s hands shifted through intricate gestures, now grasping the painting firmly with both palms.

Though the Saint Ancestor had granted him this Wind God Painting, infused with a portion of the Saint Ancestor’s might, Khong Shang Qing still had to channel his own energy to trigger its devastating strike.

He directed the painting toward Ning Qi, observing how Ning Qi’s spirit was fully drawn into it, leaving his form seemingly devoid of life.

A glint flashed in Khong Shang Qing’s gaze as the rule-based forces from within him flowed ceaselessly into the artwork.

This Wind God Painting unleashes a dual assault: first, it swiftly pulls the observer’s mind into its depths, and with insufficient caution, even their Primordial Spirit might get ensnared, confining their divine essence.

The follow-up comes as the foe’s awareness remains trapped, when the Wind God Painting unleashes a barrage to exploit the vulnerability and eradicate the adversary, obliterating their physical form.

With a basic grasp of Ning Qi’s background, the arrogant Khong Shang Qing reluctantly conceded that Ning Qi might be the most formidable prodigy he had ever crossed paths with.

Moreover, given Ning Qi’s skill in devising the Compass to locate grid points, Khong Shang Qing viewed him as immensely precious to the Vast Realm.

Khong Shang Qing couldn’t outmatch Ning Qi personally, but thankfully, the Saint Ancestor had gifted him this very painting.

Its capabilities aligned perfectly with what Khong Shang Qing required, enabling him to overpower Ning Qi while sparing his life entirely.

To ignite the Wind God Painting’s fatal blow, two-thirds of Khong Shang Qing’s strength flooded into it.

At last, he sensed the Wind God Painting quiver, as though it had gathered sufficient power to unleash the onslaught!

Khong Shang Qing fixed his stare on Ning Qi, clutching the Wind God Painting with unyielding grip, while beads of pale sweat formed on his Integration Realm visage.

This revealed the immense exertion he endured to bring the Wind God Painting to life!

“Wind God’s Slash!”

Khong Shang Qing uttered the command in a hushed tone.

In that instant, across the full expanse of the Wind God Painting, the Wind God’s silhouette appeared to stir.

Cyan energies coiled around the Wind God’s frame, twisting upward in a serpentine ascent, coiling like a mighty dragon.

Abruptly, the dragon-like cyan force traced the painted lines, slithering across the neck and visage, ultimately surging into the Wind God’s eyes.

The eyes altered in a flash, as if genuine human eyes had materialized on the canvas.

Previously fixed on the heavens, they now descended, locking onto Ning Qi.

Within those eyes, Ning Qi’s form was hauntingly mirrored.

Whoosh!

A subtle noise echoed, akin to ripping parchment, then two cyan dragons burst forth powerfully from the painting’s eyes.

They looked as if bridging from a separate dimension, with portions of their bodies extending out from the scroll while the rest lingered inside, ready to traverse realms and invade this space.

The protruding sections of the cyan dragons gleamed with intricate details, armored in layers of fine scales, enveloped in swirling vapors, and periodically flashing their four talons.

“Roar!”

A pair of thunderous dragon cries boomed across the skies and lands, and the two cyan dragons fully broke free from the scroll, their tails lashing wildly, cutting toward Ning Qi like bolts of azure thunder.

As they distanced themselves from the artwork, their forms gradually expanded; starting shorter than chopsticks, but by the time they approached Ning Qi, they had ballooned to several zhang long.

Within moments, the emptiness brimmed with propitious clouds, howling gales, rumbling thunder, pelting rain, and crackling lightning—all summoned by the emergence of these two cyan dragons.

These occurrences weren’t simple deceptions or common celestial displays, but instead, the two cyan dragons had roused the nearby Power of Rules, manifesting these elements as auxiliary strikes.

The winds, thunder, rains, and bolts manifested nearby and funneled toward them, integrating into their offensive.

The Wind God Painting, a legacy from the Saint Ancestor, proved exceptionally potent, not launching a lone strike like Khong Shang Qing’s earlier efforts, but also stirring multiple phenomena to converge in a unified barrage.