Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 809 - 341: Reunion with the Saint Ancestor (2)

This moment marked his attempt to crush him using nothing but a solitary word!

Ning Qi perceived the message the Saint Ancestor aimed to send, sensing that the foe harbored intense curiosity toward him, thus choosing this word to restrain and chain him, all set to haul him off to the Vast Realm.

Everyone else, Blood Slaughter Enemy included, had pulled back a good distance, rushing ahead while casting glances back at Ning Qi.

Given the Saint Ancestor’s techniques in play, surely no issues would arise, correct?

Blood Slaughter Enemy remembered the instructions from the Vast Immortal Sect's Sect Leader upon departing the Vast Realm.

“Slaughter Enemy, the Saint Ancestor dispatched you this round to turn the tide against the setback in the War Realm Domain, first to stop the Mountain and Sea Realm from setting up their base ahead, and ideally, seize that Ning Qi, since the Saint Ancestor holds great interest in him!”

Back then, Blood Slaughter Enemy hadn’t given those remarks much thought.

Not out of defiance toward the Saint Ancestor, but because should Ning Qi fail to overcome their barrier and perish by their blows, capturing him would prove unnecessary!

Yet now, having faced Ning Qi head-on, Blood Slaughter Enemy grasped the reason behind the Saint Ancestor’s desire to seize this individual.

Regarding talent, they fell short of Ning Qi’s; as for power, even two dozen of them wouldn’t measure up. Thinking back to Ning Qi’s prior mysterious tactics, swiftly seizing three nodes to invoke the Mountain and Sea Realm Will—even as a Vast Realm cultivator, Blood Slaughter Enemy couldn’t suppress his admiration!

Securing Ning Qi at this juncture held supreme significance for them!

Blood Slaughter Enemy and his companions even suspected that, amid the impending clash between the realms, Ning Qi would continue to dazzle brilliantly.

Their divine senses stayed locked on Ning Qi, eager to witness if suppression would claim him.

In that instant, Ning Qi, dressed in white, found himself entirely engulfed by dark curse marks, which wove into chains of diverse lengths interwoven with the term “suppress.”

Ning Qi’s presence had fully receded as well.

The enormous word of suppression barricaded the nearby void; unless Ning Qi possessed the power to shatter the Saint Ancestor’s assault, escape remained utterly impossible.

They promptly assumed the outcome was sealed.

Ning Qi floated amid the void, defying expectations, as he softly shut his eyes.

Within the mental domain, a spectral elder materialized.

Ning Qi fixed his gaze on the elder; despite encountering his form for the initial occasion, recognition dawned immediately.

“You’re the Saint Ancestor of the Vast Realm?”

The elder, resembling an unassuming ancient scholar, regarded Ning Qi and gave a faint nod.

“Few manage to endure my word of suppression, and yet you converse with such composure. Regrettably, it appears I fail to subdue you once more this time.”

Ning Qi caught the subtle implication in his voice and swiftly inquired, “This time? Does that imply you detected it previously as well?”

The Saint Ancestor grinned, his form abruptly swelling to dominate Ning Qi’s mental space, akin to an immense dome that wholly shrouded his spiritual domain.

“Last time, you claimed my outlook was overly limited, correct?”

Ning Qi felt a jolt of surprise.

During his prior entrapment in the Wind God Painting, the Wind God sought to dominate him to attain Immortal Golden Immortal.

Ning Qi countered with his superior resolve, flipping the script to dominate instead.

He had whispered those thoughts then, implying the Saint Ancestor’s mindset remained constricted, still ensnared in the pursuit of Immortal Golden Immortal.

After all, the Wind God Painting embodied that very aspiration; the Saint Ancestor lingered in confusion on his path, not yet transcending Harmonization to truly enter the Immortal Realm as a Golden Immortal.

Hence, his ambitions stayed so confined, inevitably deeming him narrow in vision.

As for Ning Qi, a Realm Lord by nature, he had forged his unique cultivation route, unifying all worldly paths; he had glimpsed the road ahead with clarity long ago.

Immortal Golden Immortal held no allure for him, merely a passing vista on the journey.

What stunned Ning Qi was the Saint Ancestor’s awareness of it, leading to this fresh approach in probing him now.

Ning Qi looked up at the Saint Ancestor’s imposing figure within his mental realm, dominating the scene.

He wondered at the motive behind such an action?

Perhaps he had stirred some inspiration?

Still, the Saint Ancestor couldn’t know his precise musings, yet by shattering his Wind God Painting before and subduing the Wind God as his emblematic will, it undoubtedly piqued the other’s fascination.

“Do you truly believe you can overcome me in my own mental domain?” Ning Qi remarked coolly.

The Saint Ancestor peered down at him, “Such bold assurance. In these days, those daring to confront me with such certainty have all but vanished!”

“That stems from your status as the Vast Realm’s Saint Ancestor; of course, Vast Realm folk remain subservient to you. Yet claiming no challengers linger sounds overly sweeping, doesn’t it? Aren’t the Mountain and Sea Realm Will, plus the Mountain Ancestor and Sea Ancestor, still poised to clash with you?”

The Saint Ancestor appeared to peer outward briefly, then let out a laugh:

“They cannot. With the Mountain and Sea Realm Will, Mountain Ancestor, and Sea Ancestor plagued by inner strife and reciprocal checks, uniting against me proves impossible.”

Upon finishing, his will refocused on Ning Qi, “Yet in you, I discern real promise.”

“Is that the case?”

Ning Qi’s eyes, one on each side, abruptly radiated distinct glows—one Yin, one Yang—the left resembling the moon, the right the sun, rendering his entire form profoundly arcane.

“You...”

Witnessing Ning Qi’s shift, the Saint Ancestor’s will froze in astonishment.

He observed Yin and Yang swirling endlessly in Ning Qi’s gaze, as though unveiling all secrets while reverting to the primal source of existence.

Delving deeper, all seemed to dissolve away.

Yet the viewpoints between them had swapped.

For the first instance, the Saint Ancestor displayed bewilderment, realizing he now embodied Ning Qi, whereas Ning Qi had assumed his role.

He stood as the subordinate figure now, with Ning Qi encompassing the full scope of his mental domain!

Confusion gripped the Saint Ancestor momentarily.

“Have I transformed into Ning Qi, or has he become me?”

Back in the Vast Immortal Sect.

Midway through his brushwork, the Saint Ancestor halted abruptly, and upon regaining focus, discovered the link to that suppressive word severed.

“...”

The Saint Ancestor fixed his stare on the War Realm Domain, muttering, “Incredible!”

At the same time, in the War Realm Domain.

Ning Qi had fully shaken off the restrictive hold.

From the dark curse marks sprawled across his frame, a dual-toned radiance erupted.

Gold and shadow; the golden gleam fractured the dark curse marks, as the shadowy one trailed, devouring every trace of the dark curse marks.

In like manner, the colossal suppressive word, standing pillar-like, surged entirely into Ning Qi’s form, character by character.

Ning Qi appeared to emit a satisfied sigh.

This spectacle evoked time flowing backward; encircling the white-clad figure, the twin lights swirled, portraying him as an invincible god rising from devastation, impervious to any doctrine.

...

Upon beholding this, the budding optimism in all shattered instantly, leaving mouths slack and expressions etched with incredulity.

The suppressive word bestowed by the Saint Ancestor himself had been dismantled!

Every onlooker hailed from the Vast Realm, much like the previously vanquished Kuang Shanqing, their countenances drained of color, as though a core conviction had crumbled.

“This can’t be happening!”

One denied it, shaking his head in refusal.

“How is this possible...”

Another cried out in shock.

While numerous others stayed mute.

With Ning Qi’s triumph secured, what destiny awaited them henceforth?

Ning Qi eased into a leisurely stretch.

He pivoted and eyed Blood Slaughter Enemy and his group, on the verge of fleeing the Mountain and Sea Realm Will’s domain, then jabbed a finger forth.

The void quivered, the encircling Mountain and Sea Realm Will grew markedly vigorous, promptly erecting an unseen barrier at the edges, utterly blocking their paths to freedom.

Blood Slaughter Enemy and the rest’s faces flickered through varied hues.

Ning Qi flicked his fingers.

At once, three portals of teleportation unfurled behind him.

Visions of the forces from the Profound Truth Realm, Fuyao Realm, and Langya Domain shimmered within, and soon enough, they materialized for real.

The three forces lined up in his wake, chorusing, “Domain Master!”

“Advance, deal with them!”

“Understood!”

Ning Qi designated the commanders of the three forces—Sword Ancestor, Qi Keqing, and Zhu Yanchuan.

“You all proceed to engage them in combat.”

Ning Qi gestured toward Blood Slaughter Enemy and his allies, “These represent the self-severed Harmonization experts of the Vast Realm; such uncommon foes demand your attention!”

Upon hearing this, Sword Ancestor and the others reeled in surprise.

Twenty self-severed Harmonization cultivators?

Before they could act, a silhouette burst from the ring adorning Ning Qi’s finger.