Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 894 - 381: Tianxing Nine Suns

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Previously on Cultivating with Top Enlightenment...
Ning Qi astounded the Saint Ancestor by rapidly mimicking his Hundred Character Divine Techniques, forming black flames from characters and clashing fiercely with 'cut' characters in a battle of perception and will. Ning Qi's mastery grew swiftly, draining the Saint Ancestor's avatar of most of its power until both techniques shattered. Impressed yet cautious, the Saint Ancestor revealed a divination suggesting Ning Qi as a potential ally and hinted at suspecting his efforts to balance the realms, evoking a rare sense of crisis in Ning Qi.

Inside the Peach Blossom Spring Space, the clash between the Saint Ancestor’s avatar and Ning Qi paused for the moment.

"Do you really think I’m your ally, not your foe?"

Ning Qi questioned with curiosity.

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar looked at him gravely and spoke unhurriedly:

"I began studying divination at a hundred years old. Before hitting a thousand, my forecasts hit about half right. At ten thousand, nine out of ten proved spot on."

"By thirty thousand, errors cropped up now and then, yet they always turned true in the end. Now, after endless years past thirty thousand, do you suppose my divinations could err?"

"Should I err for real, it’d signal a mystery about you beyond even my grasp."

Ning Qi’s brows creased faintly.

Dealing with a future-seer feels truly irritating, yet Ning Qi won’t accept this elder nailing every detail of his life. He scorns destiny!

Ning Qi aside, any immortal cultivator who buys into fate—why chase immortality at all?

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar kept watching Ning Qi’s face, noting his steadfast eyes unmoved by the claims.

This stirred greater respect in the Saint Ancestor for Ning Qi.

What of his standing?

Sole Ancestor of the Vast Realm, top cultivator, a Near Immortal—his decrees ruled the Vast Realm absolute.

Proclaim your birth, and you live; decree your end, and you perish!

His word rang final; none in the Vast Realm dared resist, much less doubt.

Just so, Ning Qi’s bold challenge won admiration from the Saint Ancestor’s avatar.

Youthful daring to outshine elders, such resolve freed him from past giants’ shadows.

Clearly, no such figures graced the Vast Realm!

Regarding the Mountain and Sea Realm, per the Saint Ancestor’s view, Sect Leaders Zhao Yujun and Gong Tiandao—freshly met, strongest under Mountain Ancestor and Sea Ancestor—both wore grave looks facing him.

That alone proved Ning Qi’s exceptional nature indirectly.

His spirit outmatched everyone, refusing to pause before ancestors’ glory or kneel to them.

Ancestors whoever—be they top Immortal Sect Leader, realm will, or realm Ancestor!

Hence, the Saint Ancestor deemed Ning Qi prime potential from their prior clashes at a distance.

That’s why his avatar arrived ahead; targeting Vast Realm cultivators on one hand, Ning Qi on the other—tied to his hexagram reading.

Ning Qi locked eyes with the Saint Ancestor’s avatar, unable to hold back: "I might scorn fate, but I’m curious—why see me as your ally?"

He posed it to gauge the Saint Ancestor’s exact foresight on him.

The Saint Ancestor chuckled, "Looks like fate’s no faith of yours, yet curiosity grips you still?"

"You could say so."

The Saint Ancestor eyed the Peach Blossom Spring Space, seemingly peering beyond to outer sights.

To his sense, the external battlefield now favored the Mountain and Sea Realm completely.

"Young one, you won’t bow under others long; your ’rudeness’ to me suggests the same for Mountain Ancestor and Sea Ancestor of your Mountain and Sea Realm."

"With realms clashing now, true movers see it as prime chance."

"Those two idiots didn’t spark this war by choice—who ends up victorious remains unknown."

"Thus, no secrets: my hexagram marks you the key wildcard in this Spirit Realm conflict!"

The Saint Ancestor uttered this, eyes fixed on Ning Qi’s face.

Ning Qi’s look stayed steady, though wariness surged within.

He pressed further: "Just that from your sight? How do I know it’s not a ploy? Trusting you leaves me nowhere to turn."

Absurd—even if the elder spoke truth, denial was essential.

Admit it, and he’d yield power to this old schemer?

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar’s aged features grew sterner.

"Youngster, this Peach Blossom Spring Space blocks outer senses; why hold back your mind?"

"I say you’re full of crap!"

Ning Qi swore inwardly.

With Ning Qi mute still, the Saint Ancestor’s avatar felt baffled despite himself.

Despite his youth, the young man displayed a profoundly seasoned demeanor, remaining utterly unshaken no matter what words were uttered.

He had once perused tales from the Three Kingdoms, in which generals—be they Grand Generals or commanders from any kingdom—were swiftly swayed.

However, Ning Qi, brash and young with peerless talent, possessed a resolve as steadfast as an ancient hound's—how baffling this was, beyond comprehension!

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar could merely respond, "Very well, if you refuse to talk, then forget it. In any case, I cannot linger here with you much longer. To reap the utmost rewards from this Spirit Realm war, ensure my Vast Realm does not fall too readily, otherwise..."

Ning Qi fixed him with a fierce glare and declared resolutely, "I hail from the Mountain and Sea Realm; I won’t meddle in outsiders' matters, but should you injure my comrades, I shall show you no mercy!"

"Hmm?"

The Saint Ancestor found himself momentarily stunned.

He abruptly let out a laugh, "If that’s the case, then we’ve struck a bargain!"

Ning Qi shot back, "What bargain? I’ve said nothing of the sort—what exactly do you intend?"

The Saint Ancestor glanced toward the exterior of the Peach Blossom Spring Space, "What other option exists?"

Suddenly, Ning Qi surged toward him, "I swore to the Moon Sea Immortal Sect’s Sect Leader Zhao Yujun that I would handle you—how could I allow you to depart so effortlessly?"

Right then, innumerable Dao Sword Pills materialized anew around Ning Qi.