Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 922 - 394: The Legend of Ning Qi

The Vast Realm shimmered with a subtle golden light, appearing as a distant star within the grand expanse of the Sea of Realms.

Ning Qi and his companion, a black donkey, had successfully breached the boundary wall of the Vast Realm.

Its protective barrier was remarkably robust, comparable to pastries from an unscrupulous bakery.

You might take a bite, finding no filling; take another, still nothing; only when you've almost consumed it all, does the filling appear, yet the pastry itself is all but gone.

Naturally, the Vast Realm's boundary wall differed from those deceitful buns; its strength derived from the expansive inner world it protected, ensuring the safety of beings within.

Observe Ning Qi's steed, the black donkey, its long, pointed ears twitching like miniature windmills, brimming with excitement.

Having lived its entire life outside the Sea of Realms, its deepest desire was to return to this inner world.

Now, after encountering Ning Qi, this long-held wish was being realized with astonishing speed; how could it not feel a surge of elation?

The man and the donkey pressed onward, venturing deeper into the Vast Realm.

Before long, they arrived at the heart of the inner region.

They paused momentarily in the area just beyond the boundary wall, surveying the landscape below.

Within the Vast Realm, life pulsed with vibrant energy.

Spiritual Qi flowed freely, natural laws operated in perfect harmony, and the Great Dao manifested, instilling a profound sense of reverence.

Ning Qi observed the scene unfolding below, lost in contemplation.

Through his recent trials, he had grasped the intricate connection between the Saint Ancestor and the Vast Realm's Will.

For the Saint Ancestor to have personally taken the Vast Realm Will as a disciple was truly a remarkable accomplishment.

Witnessing the world flourish under its governance, Ning Qi recognized that in the art of world management, the Saint Ancestor likely surpassed him.

Ning Qi had not imposed his own Dao upon this world; rather, he had illuminated a path for others to ascend.

The cultivation of Enlightenment Tea trees, the establishment of the True Martial Immortal Sect, and the dissemination of Cultivation Techniques were not acts of imposing his Dao onto the world.

Alternatively, Ning Qi himself had forged a distinct path; he was the world, and the world was him.

His journey deviated from the conventional paths trodden by the Saint Ancestor, Mountain Ancestor, and Sea Ancestor, thus he could not emulate their actions.

Conversely, the Saint Ancestor embraced the guidance of the Vast Realm Will as his solemn duty, and their collaborative efforts had shaped the Vast Realm into its current state.

Upon assessing the situation within the Vast Realm, a notion sparked in Ning Qi's mind.

This venerable Saint Ancestor possessed considerable skill in world governance; if Ning Qi could bring him under his sway, he might be assigned a role in future world education.

With this thought, Ning Qi's lips curved into a slight smile, finding the proposition quite plausible.

Furthermore, if the Sea Ancestor could also be subdued, it would prove immensely beneficial to Ning Qi.

After all, his objective had shifted from annihilating the Mountain and Sea Realms to integrating them with the True Martial Realm.

The myriad beings residing within these two Spiritual Realms presented a management challenge that greatly taxed Ning Qi's efforts.

If he could win over the Saint Ancestor and the Sea Ancestor, would that not alleviate a significant portion of his burden?

As for the Mountain Ancestor?

Ning Qi had yet to encounter this individual and needed to further assess the circumstances.

Below Ning Qi, the black donkey quivered uncontrollably. Ning Qi glanced down to see it gazing up at him.

"Am I dreaming, revered one?"

Ning Qi responded, "Dream when you are alone; we have pressing matters to attend to now."

His gaze sharpened as he looked at the black donkey.

"Remember, this realm is currently at odds with mine; should you lose control, you will be detected instantly, and you'll find yourself roasted."

Hearing this, the black donkey's frantic excitement subsided.

It had nearly succumbed to impulse, driven by the mere fact of reaching the inner world, desiring to break free from Ning Qi and roam the land unchecked.

This was particularly true as it seemed to have spotted an attractive female donkey below, its primal instincts momentarily urging it to risk everything for a chance to mate.

Fortunately, Ning Qi's words arrested this impulsive thought.

It recalled its status as a formidable beast from the Sea of Realms and did not forget how the inhabitants and the World Will of this realm would react to an intruder.

Thus, the black donkey vigorously shook its head, banishing the image of the alluring female donkey from its mind.

It was not foolish; it understood that only by remaining with Ning Qi did it possess a genuine prospect of returning to the world; all other possibilities were uncertain.

Sensing its understanding, Ning Qi withdrew his gaze, gently stroking the donkey's head, and continued:

"Proceed, guide me through the Vast Realm; as long as I am here, your aura will remain concealed, and the Spiritual Realm's Will will not sense you."

"Understood!"

And so, aboard the black donkey, Ning Qi was rapidly propelled through the heavens.

At times, their pace would slow, allowing them to eavesdrop on the discussions of the realm's cultivators.

Currently, all cultivators from the Vast Realm who had ventured into the war realm and returned were brought back by the Saint Ancestor.

They no longer faced the peril of returning to the war realm, leaving the ensuing conflicts to the Saint Ancestor and the Vast Realm Will.

These returning cultivators were now diligently relaying their diverse experiences from the war realm to those who hadn't participated.

"Had the Saint Ancestor not descended with his avatar, we likely would have all perished within the war realm."

"Is that so?" a voice inquired.

Another cultivator promptly countered, "How could it be false? Just look at how many cultivators returned safely from the Wind God Realm."

Upon hearing this, the questioner surveyed the assembled crowd and promptly fell into silence.

The Saint Ancestor had indeed proclaimed that he had rescued every living cultivator who had partaken in the war.