Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 933 - 399: Divine Text Pagoda (Part 2)

Ning Qi gazed with slight confusion.

If Saint Ancestor were not to step forward, what would unfold next?

"Heh, is this the extent of your might?"

Mountain Ancestor let out a sneer.

"If this is all you have, then your Vast Realm is already within my grasp!"

"Cough!"

A mouthful of golden blood was expelled by Saint Ancestor, yet a smile unexpectedly graced his features.

"My apologies, you are not yet deemed worthy to claim the Vast Realm!"

The instant these words were uttered, his body, which had been under the oppressive might of Mountain Ancestor and the Divine Mountain Illusion, dissolved before the assembled eyes.

Cultivators who have reached the Unity Realm are already in harmony with the Dao, capable of directing their physical forms with great freedom.

Nevertheless, to fragment and disperse under the combined pressure of Mountain Ancestor and the Divine Mountain Illusion demonstrated that Saint Ancestor was indeed not easily overcome.

Streaks of golden luminescence pierced through the obscuring dark clouds, descending upon the earth like radiant sunlight.

Mountain Ancestor’s gaze was fixed upon these golden beams, observing as they coalesced on the distant terrain, reforming into the image of Saint Ancestor.

Saint Ancestor appeared somewhat rejuvenated, seemingly younger.

Swiftly, Mountain Ancestor traversed the distance, reappearing beside Saint Ancestor with the intent to repeat his prior offensive maneuver.

However, this time, Saint Ancestor harbored no inclination to engage in a direct confrontation once more.

Mountain Ancestor’s fist connected with Saint Ancestor, yielding a resonant sound akin to striking metal.

At the point of impact, a golden divine script materialized.

It was the scripture for "defense." Even subjected to Mountain Ancestor's assault, each stroke flowed elegantly, yet remained undiminished.

It appeared to encapsulate the very essence of all worldly combat, a single word imbued with the Dao, conceived solely for safeguarding.

A flicker of surprise registered on Mountain Ancestor's countenance.

He then witnessed an unbroken cascade of golden divine scripts manifesting across Saint Ancestor’s form.

"Shield," "Guard," "Absorb," "Ensnare," "Draw," "..."

An endless stream of divine scripts continuously emanated outwards.

Mountain Ancestor found himself disarmed, unable to retract his fist.

Observing this, both Ning Qi and Sea Ancestor recognized the technique: it was the very same divine method Saint Ancestor had employed against them previously – the Hundred Character Divine Techniques!

Yet, as one divine script after another took flight, Ning Qi and Sea Ancestor discerned a subtle yet profound alteration.

During their encounters with him, Saint Ancestor’s Hundred Character Divine Techniques served a dual purpose, both for defense and offense.

But now, Saint Ancestor’s physical presence was diminishing, as if he himself were undergoing a transformation into these divine scripts.

This novel development caused their eyes to widen in astonishment.

Subsequently, they observed the initial hundred divine texts emerge, but the phenomenon was far from concluding.

From the location of Saint Ancestor’s dissipation, divine scripts continued to proliferate, numbering in the hundreds, then thousands!

At this juncture, as many as a thousand divine scripts adorned the void, with no trace of Saint Ancestor’s corporeal form visible.

Alternatively, perhaps those thousand divine scripts represented Saint Ancestor in his entirety.

For a transient moment, the expanse above was a spectacle of chaotically dancing divine scripts.

Each individual script radiated its own light, akin to miniature suns, overwhelming the senses of all onlookers.

"Thousand Word Prison!"

A resonant, divine proclamation echoed through the void.

All thousand divine scripts converged in a synchronized dance, enveloping the opponent, Mountain Ancestor, in their embrace.

Concurrently, each script emitted vibrations, its sound intricately linked to its form, resonating like sacred chants and Taoist incantations.

Mountain Ancestor was completely engulfed by the divine scripts, and the incessant chanting Tao sounds relentlessly barraged him, initiating a transformation within him.

The influence was not confined to Mountain Ancestor; even the observing spectators perceived the divine script sounds reverberating within their minds and consciousness.

The divine resonance intertwined, fluctuating in pitch – sometimes soaring, sometimes deepening, at times loud, at times hushed, occasionally urgent, then gradually slowing, yet maintaining an unbroken continuity.

A multitude of cultivators, overcome by impatience, hastily employed their spiritual power and mastered rules to erect barriers around themselves, only to be met with the shocking realization that the divine sound permeated their minds and very being.

Despite their disbelief, they re-manipulated their spiritual power and rules, striving to create an absolute seal upon all sensory input.

But in the ensuing moment, these individuals’ eyes widened in terror as they comprehended their inability to repel the infiltration of this divine sound.

It felt as though this sonic phenomenon was the very sound of the cosmos, the echo of their own existence, the melody of their life force...

Only the cessation of existence, only death, could offer liberation from this pervasive divine sound.

Every heart thrummed with frantic rhythm, experiencing a sensation as if ensnared by some malevolent entity.

With the divine sound perpetually chanting its Taoist verses within their minds and consciousness, they felt an overwhelming urge to relinquish all, to yield completely to Saint Ancestor’s will.

Particularly those cultivators aligned with Gong Tiandao bore the brunt of this profound sonic influence.

Ning Qi, having previously encountered Saint Ancestor’s comparable divine techniques, understood that this sonic manifestation was merely an amplified iteration.

He projected his own voice, a counter-frequency to the divine sound, encompassing Sword Ancestor and the others, thereby shielding them from the invasive sonic assault.

Zhao Yujun and the cultivators who followed Sea Ancestor were immediately enveloped within an illusory sea current by Sea Ancestor herself.

This sea current emanated a continuous, clear sound reminiscent of ocean waves, which successfully dispersed the divine sound.

Sea Ancestor, however, appeared completely unfazed, her prior expression of struggle having vanished.

All eyes remained fixed on the unfolding events.

Mountain Ancestor’s form had long since been swallowed by the thousand divine texts, disappearing entirely from view.

The divine texts were then observed writhing within the void, inexplicably coalescing into a phantom tower.

This tower pulsed with brilliant light, its resonant divine sound causing the very fabric of space around it to ripple.

A sense of terror gripped everyone present; even at such a distance, they had nearly succumbed to the divine sound. They could only imagine the ordeal Mountain Ancestor must be enduring at its epicenter.

To everyone's astonishment, Mountain Ancestor's figure did not reappear.

Could this signify a reversal, a turning of the tables by Saint Ancestor?

Ning Qi held his breath, concentrating intensely as he tried to perceive the changes occurring within the myriad divine texts.

The evolution from Hundred Character Divine Texts to Thousand Character Divine Texts showcased the incredible versatility of Saint Ancestor’s divine technique, a complexity that even demanded significant contemplation from Ning Qi.

The potency of this divine technique far surpassed that of the preceding Hundred Character Divine Techniques, not simply in numerical terms but in its fundamental nature.

Ning Qi detected a unique power within, akin to the energy Mountain Ancestor had wielded moments before.

Or perhaps, it was more accurately described as being analogous to the aura emanating from the Divine Mountain Illusion, apparently possessing an Immortal Dao essence.

Nevertheless, Ning Qi remained uncertain about the precise origin of this Immortal Dao aura.

He pondered if it was intrinsically generated by the divine texts themselves, or if Saint Ancestor had channeled it through other potent artifacts, such as the Ancient Road Sacred Map.

Ning Qi’s focus remained on the divine texts, meticulously sensing the thousands of transformations within them. These texts exhibited a diverse array of abilities, including suppression, conversion, offense, temporal manipulation, spatial control, and a constant state of flux.

Ning Qi found himself unable to ascertain the exact circumstances of Mountain Ancestor’s predicament within the tower.

He perceived, albeit vaguely, the presence of a power associated with reincarnation!

It seemed plausible that these thousand divine texts, as proclaimed by Saint Ancestor, indeed held the capacity for imprisonment.

Given their entanglement with the rules of space-time and even the essence of reincarnation, Ning Qi did not dismiss the possibility.

Ultimately, wisdom often accompanies age.

Ning Qi couldn't help but feel a measure of surprise; Saint Ancestor, this formidable individual, was far from being easily subdued by Mountain Ancestor, and was now seemingly launching a counteroffensive.

The divine text tower continued its incantation of Dao sounds, revolving steadily and projecting myriad auspicious visions, bathing the surroundings in a holy radiance.

In the distance, the projection of Buzhou Mountain persisted, undeterred by Saint Ancestor's apparent suppression of Mountain Ancestor; it continued its slow, inexorable spread.

It appeared as though it were an eternal entity within the cosmos, an existence that, once summoned, would not easily fade away.

Ning Qi could not fathom its true power, nor could he predict the subsequent turn of events.

Both Saint Ancestor and Mountain Ancestor wielded powers that transcended his current comprehension.

This realization, however, filled Ning Qi with a surge of excitement!

It signified that a vast path of exploration still lay before him, offering the potential to glean immense knowledge from these ancient Ancestors.

He engaged in silent calculation, contemplating whether the integration of his own physical power could unlock the underlying mysteries.

Yet, after a moment's reflection, Ning Qi quietly shook his head.

Although his physical body followed a distinct path, forging his own unique Realm Lord cultivation system, its current invincibility was confined strictly to the Unity Realm.

The powers now being displayed by Mountain Ancestor and Saint Ancestor demonstrably surpassed the Unity Realm, bearing the distinct imprint of Immortal Dao!

This particular aura was something Ning Qi had yet to encounter; without understanding its nature, how could he possibly aspire to overcome it?

As these thoughts occupied him, an abrupt shift occurred within the divine text tower before him.

A resounding voice, akin to the solemn toll of a morning bell and evening drum, pierced through the pervasive divine sound, establishing its dominance.

"Kill Immortals!"

These two simple words instantly silenced the incessant divine sound.

*Thud! Thud! Thud!*

One by one, the divine texts began to shatter, the tower disintegrated, and a formidable, burly figure emerged from the collapsing structure.

The figure landed some distance away, revealing Mountain Ancestor's current wretched state.

His hair was disheveled, he panted heavily, and his eyes, bloodshot, flickered with an intense light.

Only when he ceased moving did the divine text tower finally crumble into complete ruin!