Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 892 - 380: Crisis

The clone of the Saint Ancestor gazed in shock at the law snake he had called forth.

He observed it gulping down the thunder sea, observed it devouring the thunder dragon, and observed its rapid swelling.

The Saint Ancestor remained convinced that his law snake would endure Ning Qi’s assault.

Right now, myriad tribulation clouds overhead were likewise sucked into the law snake’s gaping maw.

Before Ning Qi, the massive thunderball continued to whirl, yet he held it back from plunging into the law snake’s jaws.

He too was certain his strength would shatter the law snake.

Mutual visibility between them was lost, as their spells utterly sealed off the heart of Peach Blossom Spring Space—completely sealed.

The law snake had bloated to resemble a plump serpent, sprawling across Peach Blossom Spring Space’s midpoint.

It stretched from the heavens down to the earth; any dwellers within Peach Blossom Spring Space would have been pulverized to powder in that instant.

Through his will infusing every thunder dragon, Ning Qi perceived the law snake’s interior conditions perfectly.

A trace of astonishment flickered across his features at that moment.

Inside the law snake, he detected a familiar presence stemming from the Sea of Realms, laced not just with Sea of Realms power but also a subtle, mysterious energy that baffled Ning Qi.

Simply put, via the divine techniques in the Saint Ancestor’s clone’s law snake, he realized the Saint Ancestor was spying across the whole Sea of Realms.

This law snake was no true form—much like the Saint Ancestor’s clone, it was merely a projection!

Should it be the authentic body, combined with that odd aura Ning Qi felt, he couldn’t assure his strike would rupture the law snake.

Yet at present...

Ning Qi not merely drove the thunder dragon to wildly rip through the law snake’s insides but also unraveled the Saint Ancestor’s spellwork.

Such a prime chance couldn’t be wasted; he resolved to squeeze every bit of worth from the Saint Ancestor’s clone.

For Ning Qi, this clone was neither unbeatable nor feeble, rendering it the ideal foe for his current level.

Ning Qi’s mind whirled furiously, wisdom’s blaze ignited in his gaze, senses pushed to utmost acuity.

Beneath the thunder dragon’s ravaging, the law snake’s framework, essence, roots, and evolution were peeled apart further...

Moments later, Ning Qi’s eyes snapped open as he jabbed a finger toward the colossal law snake.

Bang!

Peach Blossom Spring Space quaked like a nuclear detonation had struck.

Thunder radiance erupted wildly, shredding the law snake to pieces.

Infinite thunder glows streaked like flaming meteors in all directions, flooding Peach Blossom Spring Space with light and revealing the Saint Ancestor’s clone’s faintly stunned visage.

"I truly got defeated by this brat in a raw clash of magical prowess and divine techniques?" muttered the Saint Ancestor’s clone.

Scarce had his words faded when, amid the thunderlight, a black dragon lunged savagely toward him, fangs and claws bared.

Lifelike and vivid, the black dragon gaped wide, exposing razor-sharp white fangs, its foul breath almost palpable to the Saint Ancestor from the thunder dragon’s maw.

Whoosh!

In the blink that followed, the black dragon streaked ahead like a bolt of lightning.

A ring abruptly appeared in the Saint Ancestor’s grasp, hurled with a sharp flick at the black dragon.

No sooner had it launched than the ring ballooned outward, plain of markings, its hue notably subdued.

Instantly, the swelling ring ensnared the black dragon’s throat.

It contracted viciously, nearly decapitating the black dragon.

Yet then, scales exploded across the black dragon’s hide, morphing into sword qi threads that lashed the ring.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Relentless metallic strikes resounded in the emptiness, the ferocious impacts forcing the constricted ring to bulge anew.

The now-scaleless black dragon barreled onward toward the Saint Ancestor.

Hundred Character Divine Techniques reemerged over the Saint Ancestor’s form, shielding him securely.

The black dragon ignored it utterly, driven by an unyielding frenzy to pierce the Hundred Character Divine Techniques no matter the cost.

Collision shook the void, but neither yielded an inch.

With unbridled forces they kept smashing together, vowed to settle the victor.

Abruptly, the black dragon’s jaws parted once more, spewing thunder flames akin to inky blazes.

These thunder flames scorched the firmament, incinerating space on contact while swallowing the Saint Ancestor and his Hundred Character Divine Techniques whole.

Distortion ripped through space, banishing the Saint Ancestor’s clone along with his protective divine technique into what appeared to be another realm entirely.

Suddenly, the Hundred Character burst open, radiating divine light like a solitary beacon piercing the enveloping gloom.

This glow enveloped the Saint Ancestor’s will and power, shoving the black flames back just a fraction in an instant.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

But the black flames had transformed, clinging stubbornly to the Hundred Character Divine Techniques and burning without pause, refusing to diminish.

Beyond that, his Hundred Character Divine Techniques began to vibrate in eerie harmony with them.

The sight instantly threw the Saint Ancestor’s clone into utmost vigilance.

He suspected another trap from Ning Qi’s illusion technique, for with his strength, banishing those black flames should have been effortless.

Peering through the Divine Eye, a subtle twitch stirred in the Saint Ancestor’s pupil.

"This is..."

In his vision, the black flames latched onto the Hundred Character Divine Techniques’ protective barrier kept expanding without end.

To his shock, these black flames differed from Ning Qi’s prior assaults—no trace of thunder lingered within; instead, they evoked a strangely familiar aura.

As the black flames swelled further under his microscopic gaze, despite his mind forged to mountain-like immovability and pond-like serenity through cultivation, he almost coughed up a gush of old blood right then.

There, plain as day, the black flames truly wielded the might of fire rules, yet far more striking were the word shadows clearly composing the magnified flames in the Saint Ancestor’s clone’s eyes.