Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 891 - 379: Dharmic Serpent Devours the Elephant (Part 2)

For exactly this purpose, Ning Qi dubbed this Divine Technique 'Reverse Space'.

What does 'reverse' signify? Upon activation, it links straight to the exit of the original space.

Whoever triggers that space exit gets instantly pulled into the space prepared by him.

This is precisely why the Saint Ancestor stumbled blindly into his Reverse Space.

All contents within had been forged by Ning Qi with the Power of Rules, and the Saint Ancestor failed to scrutinize them thoroughly; Ning Qi had masked them masterfully.

It all makes perfect sense now for those prior events!

Ning Qi gazed upon the Saint Ancestor’s avatar, noting the subtle furrow in its brow, as if no defect in his casting could be pinpointed.

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar refocused sharply, fixing its gaze on Ning Qi.

"Impressive!"

Ning Qi inquired, "Did you spot the flaw?"

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar shook his head and replied, "I didn’t find traces of your spellcasting, but I found other flaws in the collapsing space. If I hadn’t initially summoned the phantom for Harmonization and had inspected the space more closely, I wouldn’t have been deceived!"

Relief washed over Ning Qi as he grinned, "Sadly, there are no ’ifs’."

This old fellow cares far too much about saving face; regardless of any 'initial' step or not, if he overlooked it right from the beginning, Ning Qi had triumphed!

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar creased its brow once more and questioned, "How much benefit did you gain from that Celestial Tribulation?"

"Are you meddling too much?"

Ning Qi grasped it instantly; the suspicion was that Ning Qi had siphoned power from the Vast Realm during the Celestial Tribulation.

That explained the earlier space trap that ensnared him, though Ning Qi couldn't voice it outright.

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar abruptly paused.

Among cultivators from both realms, barring equals in power, Ning Qi stood alone in daring to address him so boldly.

"Old geezer, let me test your strength again!"

Now comprehending the Saint Ancestor’s avatar predicament, Ning Qi wasted no time and launched another assault on the Saint Ancestor.

With this precious opportunity to clash directly against the Saint Ancestor’s avatar, Ning Qi was determined to keep going until he wrung out ample growth experience from the old coot.

On this occasion, he held back the barrage of Sword Pills and opted for a different Divine Technique.

"Tribulation of Myriad Phenomena!"

Amid Ning Qi’s booming declaration, an object erupted from his mouth.

A radiant multicolored thunderball burst forth from his lips, swelling swiftly as it hurtled straight toward the Saint Ancestor.

As soon as this multicolored thunderball manifested, the whole Peach Blossom Spring Space felt like it was enduring yet another Celestial Tribulation.

Rumble!

Dark clouds gathered across the heavens.

They carried a crushing aura of pressure, making it seem as though the heavens themselves could crash down.

The thunderball provoked a shift in the skies, ceaselessly pulling in the Power of Rules from the Peach Blossom Spring Space and converting it into Thunder Tribulation Power.

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar blinked through space repeatedly, evading the thunderball’s strike with haste.

Unlike before, he refused to tank Ning Qi’s technique head-on.

Now he acted with greater vigilance, scarred by prior mishaps; once bitten by a snake, he’d fear even a rope for a decade.

In the Saint Ancestor’s eyes, Ning Qi was profoundly devious; a single lapse in caution might drag him into another snare.

Though the Saint Ancestor retreated steadily, his gaze burned bright as he keenly studied Ning Qi’s Divine Techniques.

His face grew somewhat grim, his disdain for Ning Qi mounting by the moment.

This brat’s progress was outrageously swift.

Forget the Harmonization within his Vast Realm—even his prized disciple, Sect Leader Jiang Yingchu of the Vast Immortal Sect, couldn’t rival Ning Qi’s explosive growth or prowess.

Furthermore, from their repeated clashes, the Saint Ancestor’s avatar realized Ning Qi’s advancement wasn’t one-dimensional.

Whether the prior Sword Pill, the deceptive space, or this current thunderball, all pointed to a single truth: Ning Qi wielded a terrifyingly broad command over the Power of Rules, with multifaceted talents!

None of his strikes relied on a lone rule, nor were they crude fusions of several; each was exquisitely crafted, mirroring the Way, seamlessly fused.

This prowess far surpassed what the Saint Ancestor’s avatar had anticipated from Ning Qi’s capabilities.

From this Celestial Tribulation, the Saint Ancestor’s avatar once more detected Vast Realm energy.

This round held no illusory traces, so abruptly, he jabbed a finger at the approaching thunderball.

A sinister black line lanced out from his right fingertip.

Swish, swish!

Upon unleashing, the black line bore no mark of compiled rules, yet pulsed with its own vitality, streaking toward the thunderball.

Ning Qi spotted the black line right away.

"Could this still be his ability in the realm of calligraphy and painting?"

Ning Qi also felt a pounding headache from the Saint Ancestor's avatar, since the strength this elder commanded stood apart from ordinary Harmonizations across both realms—it was utterly bizarre.

Just like the Saint Ancestor, he persisted in breaking down the enemy's powers and techniques right in the heat of combat.

Ning Qi pointed toward the thunderball as well.

The thunderball swelled even larger once more, lightning bursting forth abruptly within it, as innumerable thunderbolts shot out like coiling dragons emerging from the thunderball.

This sight resembled a thunderball acting as an egg hatching countless dragons, shattering the shell in a display of tremendous force.

Every dragon had barely emerged from the thunderball before they unleashed Divine Techniques together, launching a torrent of assaults against the oncoming black rope.

The area in between brimmed with all sorts of strikes, infused with Thunder Tribulation power, akin to endless energies merging into a vast Thunder Sea. Still, the black rope pressed on without faltering.

Up in the sky, it writhed swiftly, emitting no detectable aura; only its odd, grass-snake-like form set it apart.

Suddenly, the grass snake plunged straight into the Thunder Sea.

"Art Snake Swallows Elephant!"

The Saint Ancestor murmured softly.

Ning Qi instantly felt the grass snake's mouth yawn open, its body stretching and ballooning into a monstrous colossal serpent.

The myriad forces raging in the Thunder Sea battered the grass snake's form yet failed to cleave it apart.

On the contrary, the grass snake appeared to hum in delight from within.

It steadily devoured the Thunder Tribulation Power nonstop, its head in particular bloating relentlessly, as if claiming the whole void.

The enormous serpent head gaped impossibly wide, ready to gulp down all of space itself.

In this way, the entire Thunder Sea got swallowed wholesale by the grass snake!

Following that, the horde of dragons from the thunderball hesitated mid-air, seemingly too intimidated to advance.

They held their own consciousness; Ning Qi refrained from controlling them directly.

Yet here, a lone snake dominating myriad dragons made for a stunning spectacle.

Seeing this, Ning Qi imposed his intent on the many Thunder Dragons; the halted dragons bellowed thunderously, dragon roars echoing through the void.

"It’s just a lousy snake; what’s there to fear? Charge in for me, probe what this spell truly is, and shatter it to pieces!"

At once, the swarm of Thunder Dragons surged ahead.

This Peach Blossom Spring Space could no longer pass for a serene paradise; it resembled the brink of apocalypse.

One side featured a colossal snake maw filling every inch of space, opposed by endless Thunder Dragons on the other.

The Thunder Dragons kept roaring wildly, hurling themselves ceaselessly at the gaping serpent mouth.

Zzzt!

Myriad electric arcs exploded outward, lighting up the serpent's maw and rendering its dark hide faintly see-through.

Ning Qi narrowed his eyes intently.

That's when he noticed the colossal snake consisted of countless minuscule black characters.

These characters were so minuscule that only Spiritual Sense could perceive them; even a mighty magnifier would miss them.

Moreover, the tiny characters varied greatly, forming what looked like an intricate script, and crucially, Ning Qi sensed an eerie power emanating from them.

The Saint Ancestor's avatar observed the Thunder Sea vanishing into the giant snake, with the dragons willingly plunging into its jaws.

His face grew somewhat solemn.

This Art Snake represented his Divine Technique, refined over a century; at the Vast Realm's Boundary Wall, he had carved a minuscule spatial rift, depositing it into the outer Sea of Realms.

For those hundred years, it had ceaselessly drawn in chaotic energies from the Sea of Realms to evolve.

Though this avatar wielded but a fragment of the Art Snake, he held absolute faith in its prowess to ingest energies from both the Vast Realm and Mountain and Sea Realm.

But now, the Saint Ancestor beheld the Art Snake's body under assault, on the verge of crumbling.

"How can this be? Even amidst the chaotic Sea of Realms, battered by all manner of forces, the Art Snake devours everything—why can't it consume Ning Qi’s Thunder Tribulation Power?"