Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 932 - 399: Divine Text Pagoda

Resounding booms echoed through the vast expanse. Two incredibly powerful beings were locked in a ferocious, evenly matched battle. The Saint Ancestor emanated a soft golden luminescence, and with each motion, spatial distortions rippled, causing time to crawl.

Concurrently, the Mountain Ancestor moved with astonishing swiftness; his offensive might was unmatched, and he countered the Saint Ancestor's temporal and spatial manipulations effectively. With a tremendous impact, the fabric of reality warped into a mushroom cloud-like collision, and the Mountain Ancestor unleashed a lightning-fast strike upon the Saint Ancestor’s body.

Both figures were propelled backward, smashing into the colossal Divine Mountain Illusion. The Buzhou Mountain Illusion absorbed the force from the two Ancestors, emitting a deafening resonance but remaining steadfast. It then unleashed a Rule Storm that engulfed them both.

For a fleeting moment, the onlookers struggled to discern the state of the two Ancestors. It was only as the innate wills of both realms began mending the spatial tears that their forms became visible once more.

Once the laws of reality stabilized, everyone clearly witnessed the Mountain Ancestor’s formidable, unyielding fist driving into the Saint Ancestor’s midsection. The Mountain Ancestor's back made contact with the Divine Mountain Illusion, from which traces of Immortal Dao Aura emanated. These auras seemed intrinsically linked to the Mountain Ancestor, with half seeping into his being and the other half working to subdue him.

The Mountain Ancestor’s power surged once more, and he delivered a potent kick towards the Saint Ancestor. At this critical juncture, the Saint Ancestor also perceived that something was amiss. His eyes suddenly widened, and two golden beams of light erupted, slashing towards the Mountain Ancestor before him.

However, it appeared the Mountain Ancestor had foreseen this and had already raised a hand to shield his face. Yet, he had clearly underestimated the potency of the Saint Ancestor’s attack, fueled by the Power of Heart and Mind. The twin golden beams struck the Mountain Ancestor’s arm, searing through it and creating two gaping wounds that smoked and hissed, narrowly missing a complete perforation.

The Mountain Ancestor remained remarkably unfazed. He promptly channeled the Immortal Dao Aura coursing within him, directing it towards the injuries on his arm. In mere moments, the extensive wounds on his limb were completely restored!

The Mountain Ancestor’s assault continued unabated, his right knee launching forward with crushing force. Like a resounding chime, it connected with the Saint Ancestor’s abdomen, replacing the earlier punch. A sound akin to a thundering drumbeat erupted in the void. The spectators observed the Saint Ancestor’s body involuntarily arching. A flicker of pain crossed his features, but then his entire form blazed with a brilliant golden light, as if striving to break free from restraint. Nevertheless, both the Mountain Ancestor and the Divine Mountain Illusion directly behind him unleashed intensified power, immobilizing him completely for the time being.

The Saint Ancestor appeared deeply vexed. His forceful collision into the Divine Mountain Illusion was a result of his own miscalculation, the Mountain Ancestor’s calculated strategy, and, most significantly, his own ambition to gauge the true might of the Divine Mountain Illusion. For the Saint Ancestor, this legendary, almost mythical Mountain could not be understood merely by observation; direct experience was paramount to ascertain its genuine power and substance.

It was only through this direct confrontation that the Saint Ancestor truly grasped the immense strength of the Divine Mountain Illusion! At this point, all doubt vanished from the Saint Ancestor’s mind. Drawing upon the intelligence gleaned from the Ancient Road Sacred Map and his firsthand experience, he confirmed that this Divine Mountain Illusion was indeed the fabled projection of Buzhou Mountain!

Internally, the Saint Ancestor experienced a pang of regret. He had not anticipated that the Mountain Ancestor of the Mountain and Sea Realm would encounter such a monumental Immortal Dao boon, thereby inheriting the legendary pathway to the Celestial Realm through Buzhou Mountain. Although both held the esteemed title of Realm Ancestor within the Spirit Realm, a disparity existed. Their standing might be comparable, but the divergence lay in the legacies they had received. A legacy dictates the fundamental trajectory for any cultivator, establishing the bedrock of their Dao. Regardless of their inherent genius, the foundation of their Dao holds immense significance.

It is akin to the scope of information an individual can access, the breadth of their perspective. Even when possessing identical identities, if the accessible information differs and the visible world varies in scale, the paths they forge will inevitably diverge. Evidently, the legacy acquired by the Mountain Ancestor surpassed that of the Saint Ancestor in terms of inherent strength.

The Ancient Road Sacred Map held by the Saint Ancestor paled in comparison to this legendary entity that could manifest Buzhou Mountain.

"Cough!"

A sudden cough escaped the Saint Ancestor, and a sliver of golden blood trickled from the corner of his lips, a stark contrast to his usual imposing demeanor.

His direct engagement with the Divine Mountain Illusion had not only affirmed its immense power and authenticity but also placed him in a vulnerable position, making him seem like a mere target for the Mountain Ancestor's onslaught in the immediate confrontation.

From a distance.

Both the Sea Ancestor and cultivators like Ning Qi, who were observing the unfolding battle, witnessed this scene.

The Sea Ancestor's finely-chiseled eyebrows drew together even more intensely.

Yet, a flicker of disbelief stirred within Ning Qi's heart.

"Seriously? Is the Saint Ancestor truly being suppressed by the Mountain Ancestor to this extent?"

It was understandable that Ning Qi harbored such doubts. Having encountered the Saint Ancestor on multiple occasions, he had witnessed the full spectrum of his formidable techniques.

Under no circumstances could he accept that the Saint Ancestor would be so easily outmatched by the Mountain Ancestor.

Even the mere presence of the Divine Mountain Illusion imposed a considerable burden on Ning Qi.

Meanwhile, Gong Tiandao and the cultivators aligned with the Mountain Ancestor were ecstatic, their voices rising in continuous cheers.

"The Mountain Ancestor will undoubtedly triumph!"

"The Mountain Ancestor is supreme!"

"The Mountain Ancestor stands unrivaled!"

Their roars resembled those of unthinking automatons, making it ambiguous whether their fervent acclamations stemmed from genuine conviction or were merely desperate acts of self-preservation.