Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 889 - 378: Hundred-Character Heavenly Tablet (2)

"Is this the space created by your painting?"

Displaying remarkable patience with Ning Qi, Saint Ancestor replied steadily, "Indeed, this scroll is called Peach Blossom Spring Diagram, constructed based on my childhood home."

Saint Ancestor cast a glance at Ning Qi and declared in a profound tone, "Let us battle here, but I will give you only twenty breaths of time."

"Then let’s do it, just in time to repay the grudge from the three times you troubled me!"

Ning Qi viewed the earlier three confrontations with Saint Ancestor’s belongings as troubles stemming indirectly from him.

With those words, Ning Qi quickly lifted his hand and aimed straight at Saint Ancestor.

This marked a fresh divine technique of his invention, known as Taoist Sword Condensation.

In a flash, innumerable sword qi bullets, resembling shimmering silver bees, surged toward Saint Ancestor from every angle.

These sword qi bullets surpassed the strength of the abilities he employed to eliminate the Harmonization virtual shadow before.

Every sword qi carried distinct powers belonging to Ning Qi.

They assembled into a sword qi formation, akin to a buzzing bee horde or an enormous web, sealing off all paths of retreat for Saint Ancestor.

Included were space-type sword pills that locked down the area, wielding the ability to tear open space itself.

Earth rule and gravity rule sword pills morphed into a colossal meteor, hurtling toward Saint Ancestor.

Sword pills bearing diverse binding and sealing arts were present too.

Fire swords on one flank, ice swords on another, thunder swords as well; countless rule powers, all hurtling at Saint Ancestor.

Saint Ancestor’s eyes narrowed faintly at the sight.

He conceded that he had rated Ning Qi’s prowess highly already, yet witnessing these thousands of sword pills now, he knew he had undervalued him still.

Immediately, Saint Ancestor perceived Ning Qi’s command over no fewer than a hundred rule powers—a detail that had escaped his prior notice.

Yet against this barrage of diverse forces, a hundred vibrant characters burst forth from within Saint Ancestor’s form.

These character silhouettes differed in scale and hue, yet clearly mirrored Ning Qi’s sword pills.

Every character silhouette embodied one of Saint Ancestor’s powers, enhanced by his personal intent.

The hundred characters glowed brightly as they emerged from Saint Ancestor’s body.

Each glyph contorted, reshaping into shield-like barriers that enveloped Saint Ancestor.

Bam bam bam!

The instant after, sword pills smashed into the hundred-character divine techniques.

Intense noises erupted like pelting rain, akin to clanging weapons, or roaring rivers and crashing waves, quaking earth and booming thunder—myriad echoes filled the void.

To the uninformed, it felt as if every worldly sound converged in this spot.

Ning Qi directed his swords with fierce resolve, all of them striking Saint Ancestor’s hundred-character divine techniques.

Upon collision, the fight reached its fiercest intensity.

Surpassing mere rule power mastery from both combatants, it showcased power manifestations, tactical deployments, foe comprehension—all fused into this clash.

Both unleashed near-total might upon striking, at minimum on the surface.

Poof poof poof!

Following the assault round, sword pills lingered without vanishing, pulling back to prepare for the subsequent strike.

Ning Qi turned his gaze to Saint Ancestor’s avatar.

Saint Ancestor’s outer layer of hundred characters bore countless dents and fractures, with many sections ripped open, spawning hideous cracks one after another.

Yet Saint Ancestor mended it in a blink.

Fundamentally, neither side suffered real harm from this exchange.

Ning Qi eyed his sword pills once more.

Arrayed across the void, those sword pills showed similar scars and signs of wear.

Their recent collision involved not just brute force, but a clash of spirits too.

"Very well, to push me to such a point, I can say you’re the only one in tens of thousands of years!"

Suddenly, the hundred characters cloaking Saint Ancestor ballooned outward, spinning around him.

These glyph silhouettes exuded profound mystery, orbiting Saint Ancestor’s avatar—making him appear scholarly at first sight.

Ning Qi’s hovering sword pills lent him the air of an unconventional sword cultivator.

Gazing upon those character silhouettes, Ning Qi felt a twinge of astonishment.

As Spirit Realm’s mightiest cultivator, he indeed possessed real skill.

Ning Qi’s sword pills held great might, yet against those character silhouettes, they fell short in cunning.

Compared to before, Saint Ancestor managed to hold his ground against him using merely the character shadows, which highlighted his impressive prowess.

This time, Saint Ancestor refused to let Ning Qi attack first.

He charged directly at Ning Qi, moving as fast as lightning.

Trailing right behind him came the hundred character shadows as expected.

Ning Qi's will stirred, sending sword pills surging like vast rivers and oceans, sweeping once more toward Saint Ancestor.

Bang bang bang!

In the very next moment, Ning Qi's pupils shrank sharply.

On this occasion, Saint Ancestor chose not to deploy the hundred-character divine techniques for total defense.

He just extended one hand, merging those hundred-character shadows into a colossal, unmatched celestial stele that bore down on every sword pill.

"This realm belongs to me!"

Simultaneously, Saint Ancestor’s avatar unleashed a chilling roar.

The Peach Blossom Spring space he had forged suddenly sprang to life.

All the spatial forces compressed fiercely toward Ning Qi.

Right away, Ning Qi’s sword pills got smashed and flung apart in every direction, while Ning Qi himself took the brunt of Saint Ancestor’s fierce onslaught.

The celestial stele lingered in mid-air, firmly crushing Ning Qi under its weight.

Across its face, the hundred-character shadows gleamed brightly, every character sparkling like the ancient seal on Five Finger Mountain that once pinned the Monkey King.

Saint Ancestor eyed the stele-pinned Ning Qi, a subtle smirk playing at the edge of his lips.

Ning Qi lay trapped beneath the celestial stele, utterly immobilized and unable even to utter a word.

He stared up at Saint Ancestor, his gaze turning faintly bewildered.

"Sorry, I brought you here to suppress you."

With Ning Qi now successfully sealed, Saint Ancestor darted away, plunging into spatial waves as he departed the Peach Blossom Spring space.

He understood that Ning Qi’s power meant escaping the hundred-character celestial stele was just a question of time.

But this short span was all he needed!

The fierce clash had raged for exactly over ten breaths.

Saint Ancestor reemerged beyond the Peach Blossom Spring space, back within the Central Domain.

He swept his gaze across the field and swiftly assessed the battle's progress.

Zhao Yujun and Gong Tiandao had Jiang Yingchu cornered; despite her usual politeness, she now seemed thoroughly flustered.

Lower on the battlefield, a development made Saint Ancestor’s eyes narrow slightly.

Against his expectations, in that fleeting interval, his Vast Realm forces had been driven back a full third by the southern Mountain and Sea Realm army.

In essence, the Central Domain territory—previously halved between both realms—was now one-third held by the Mountain and Sea Realm army.

Saint Ancestor at once called forth the Harmonization virtual shadows anew, sending them cascading down nonstop to reinforce the Vast Realm’s forces.

Spotting Saint Ancestor’s return, Zhao Yujun and Gong Tiandao’s faces twisted yet again.

"How could it be?" Zhao Yujun stared in utter disbelief.

Ning Qi had broken free from Saint Ancestor’s hold just moments ago—how was he pinned down once more?

Gong Tiandao clenched his teeth, "Damn it, he’s really screwing us over. If he can’t handle it, just say so—why brag so much!"

Zhao Yujun lacked time to argue with Gong Tiandao and instead barked decisively, "Quickly take down Jiang Yingchu; if we capture him, we still have a shot!"

Gong Tiandao nodded sharply.

These two had never synced up like this before, burdened by deep rifts in the Mountain and Sea Realm, yet now for sheer survival, they unleashed their full might.

But with Saint Ancestor’s avatar present and Ning Qi sealed away, how could their strategy succeed?

From Saint Ancestor’s form, the hundred-character divine techniques burst forth once more.

As he kept summoning Harmonization virtual shadows, he hurled the hundred-character divine techniques at Zhao Yujun and Gong Tiandao.

Thus, the battle that followed proceeded with total ease.

In just a few dozen breaths, Saint Ancestor’s avatar fully overturned the fight.

However, as time dragged on, he grew ever more aware of something off; by his reckoning, Ning Qi should have escaped already—where was he?

"Have you finally sensed something wrong?"

All at once, a voice rang in Saint Ancestor’s avatar ear.

"Hmm?"

Saint Ancestor froze in shock, cold sweat erupting on his brow as enlightenment struck.

"Not good, it’s an illusion; I actually fell into that kid’s illusionary attack, when did he do this?"