Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 831 - 351: Cultivators Know No Fear

The three Unity Realm cultivators were on the verge of seizing those from Qi Keqing and Zhu Yanchuan’s domains, right before the eyes of the gathered masses.

As they drew nearer, the Sword Ancestor’s sword-like brows twitched involuntarily.

With Ning Qi absent, the burden of leadership fell solely upon him!

He immediately planted himself firmly, brandishing his blade in a silent vow to defend the cultivators from the two domains.

Qi Mountain Spirit and his two companions had already closed the distance; upon seeing the Sword Ancestor obstructing their advance, their hair and beards bristled with rage.

They viewed themselves as benevolent superiors who had chosen to spare ants, yet this insect dared to block their path a second time.

How could such insolence be endured?

Moreover, in the entire Profound Truth Realm, the only figure they respected was Ning Qi—the Sword Ancestor and the other disciples were of no consequence to them.

Since the other party persisted in defying them, they could hardly be blamed for their lack of mercy.

"Begone!"

Qi Mountain Spirit bellowed, unleashing a palm strike directly at the Sword Ancestor.

In the blink of an eye, earthy-yellow power of rules swirled around his right hand, encasing it completely.

It rapidly bloated, resembling stones fused together, until it culminated in a massive, hyper-condensed earthy-yellow palm.

Across the giant appendage, earth aura surged as the power of rules fractured and scattered, glowing with the brilliance of a thousand stars.

The palm descended upon the Sword Ancestor, bearing the crushing force of heaven and earth.

While only a few meters in size and aimed solely at the Sword Ancestor, the technique appeared to swell in the eyes of every onlooker, casting a dark shadow over their very consciousness.

The people of the Profound Truth Realm stared in horror. Was this the true might of a Unity Realm Ancestor?

Although they possessed the power of rules themselves, it was utterly incomparable to the fundamental dominance exerted by a Unity Realm practitioner.

Primordial Spirit Realm cultivators merely borrowed fragments of rules from the environment while striving toward enlightenment.

Integration Realm cultivators began fusing these rules into their own essence, turning the laws into physical manifestations of divine technique.

Yet, in the Unity Realm, the practitioner and the rules became one; they, themselves, were the embodiment of the rules.

Their flesh and their Primordial Spirit were entirely constructed of these laws, making them true masters of the three thousand avenues.

The terrifying earthy-yellow palm descended like a divine judgment, intent on crushing the Sword Ancestor.

Behind him, the cultivators of the Profound Truth, Fuyao, and Langya domains felt the crushing weight intensely.

Breathing became an agonizing labor, and they found themselves utterly unable to summon their own power of rules to combat the overwhelming aura.

The Integration Realm cultivators among them fared slightly better, thanks to the rule-based divine techniques inherent in their bodies.

However, as they attempted to coalesce their power, it felt as though the entire world conspired to suppress them.

They were struck by the harrowing realization that even though they held rules within their flesh, those rules seemed to reject them in the presence of a Unity Realm Ancestor.

These cultivators were all denizens of the Mountain and Sea Realm, and their practiced rules were drawn from its essence, albeit at differing levels of permission.

Every rule acts like a lake; Primordial Spirit cultivators are mere creatures of the wild, with extremely limited access.

They might drink from the lake, but every drop must be borrowed to be utilized.

Integration Realm cultivators possess greater standing; they can carry water away to forge their own arts and divine abilities.

But Unity Realm Ancestors reside upon the lake itself, acting as its undisputed sovereign.

Thus, as Qi Mountain Spirit struck, the cultivators of the three domains were left as helpless as mortals caught in a tempest.

Yet, witnessing the assault from the Unity Realm, the Sword Ancestor’s eyes remained devoid of terror.

Instantly, vicious flashes of light erupted from his gaze.

Divine Intent surged outward, his very soul sharpening into the likeness of a divine blade unsheathed.

"One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Techniques!"

The Sword Ancestor cried out, his voice ringing with the clarity of a resonating blade.

Unaffected by the oppressive rule-path of Qi Mountain Spirit, he miraculously regained his freedom of movement.

As his Spirit Sword hummed, he unleashed a strike that spanned three thousand meters, slashing violently toward the earthy-yellow palm.

The collision drew the gaze of everyone on the field.

Even the visiting Unity Realm Ancestors were astonished that the Sword Ancestor had so swiftly resisted Qi Mountain Spirit’s suppression.

Upon witnessing that strike, their shock deepened.

"This person possesses the caliber of the Unity Realm; given enough time, he will surely join our ranks."

Clearly, Qi Mountain Spirit had never imagined that his wrathful strike would fail to crush his target, much less face a counter-attack.

At that moment, the sword light crashed against the giant palm.

On one side, the vast, immovable weight of the earth rule; on the other, the pure, unyielding sharpness of the blade.

Under the pressure of a higher realm, the Sword Ancestor poured a lifetime of training into the strike, infusing it with his complete understanding of Sword Dao rules and his indomitable spirit.

Boom!

At the point of impact, the earthy-yellow palm was cleaved, the blade driving a third of the way through its solid form.

Qi Mountain Spirit had not anticipated such an outcome.

His expression clouded, a flicker of humiliation crossing his features.

As a mid-period Unity Realm Ancestor, his failure to instantly suppress an Integration Realm cultivator—and the near disintegration of his own strike—left him feeling stripped of his dignity.

The two Unity Realm cultivators trailing him did not intervene, choosing instead to step back, observing the Sword Ancestor with newfound respect.