Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 943 - 404: Leave It to Ning Qi (2)

Thus, the outbreak of this Spirit Realm war stemmed from a confluence of various factors, leading us to this critical juncture.

However, the current situation, where the two ancestors jointly governed the Mountain and Sea Realm and dictated its trajectory, appears to be merely the Sea Ancestor’s hopeful illusion.

In reality, the Mountain Ancestor alone held absolute sway!

The Sea Ancestor’s thoughts flashed, and she grasped everything in an instant.

A glance was cast towards the nearby Saint Ancestor, her stunning visage betraying a subtle hint of apology.

"I apologize, but it is too late to speak any further. Yet, you must stand with me against him, or both our realms shall perish."

The Saint Ancestor responded, "I comprehend. Let us once more attempt to breach this Buzhou Mountain Illusion. I have a chilling premonition; he likely intends to sacrifice and refine both of us. Should he succeed in absorbing our combined might, his breakthrough will be assured!"

The brief exchange between the two concluded, and immediately, they unleashed their most potent divine techniques, aiming to shatter the Divine Mountain Illusion and escape its confines.

"Oblique Moon Wave Blade!"

"Divine Text Secret Sword!"

Ning Qi and the others observed as two incandescent assaults erupted within the Divine Mountain Illusion, projecting terrifying energy fluctuations outward towards the illusion’s periphery.

These attacks were directed at the exterior of the Divine Mountain Illusion, targeting the menacing black hands that clawed their way upward, as well as the imposing figure of the Mountain Ancestor hovering above.

The Sea Ancestor’s offensive manifested as a crescent-shaped wave, ethereal and dreamlike, reminiscent of an oceanic mirage.

Innumerable oblique moon blades assailed from every direction, cleaving through countless grasping black hands.

The Saint Ancestor conjured a Divine Text Secret Sword, meticulously formed from over a thousand golden divine texts. Gripping the sword with both hands, he raised it high above his head and bellowed, "Slash!"

The Divine Text Secret Sword, oscillating between the tangible and the illusory, blazed with golden radiance, like a bolt of golden lightning unleashed.

The golden light, broad yet exquisitely fine, possessed an unparalleled sharpness.

From a distance, a mere glimpse induced a disquieting sensation of being bifurcated, both body and soul obliterated, let alone the true impact of its unleashed power.

However, in the very next second, astonishment struck everyone simultaneously.

While the assaults from the two ancestors might have disintegrated numerous black hands and fractured a significant portion of space within the Divine Mountain Illusion, their attacks ultimately shattered upon striking the mountain’s wall with a resounding crash.

Countless blade-like impacts disintegrated, transforming into streams of energy that were subsequently absorbed by the mountain’s formidable wall.

High in the sky, the attacks aimed at the Mountain Ancestor ceased abruptly at his feet.

"I must concede, you two may indeed be considered ancestors alongside me in the Spirit Realm, but there exists a chasm among ancestors!"

The Mountain Ancestor declared with disdain.

"You merely tread the earth, while I stand at the very pinnacle."

The Saint Ancestor scoffed, "Enough of your self-aggrandizing pronouncements. If your narcissism knows no bounds, at least possess the courtesy to annihilate us completely before indulging further."

The Mountain Ancestor’s pronouncements were cut short.

He harbored a profound hatred for interruptions, despised the audacity of the weak to interrupt him, and detested being lectured by an elder.

The Mountain Ancestor stomped his right foot with immense force, "Then you shall perish first!"

As his foot descended, the entire Divine Mountain quaked, along with the war realm beyond, and the two connected Spirit Realms.

The Saint Ancestor below, his form like a projectile, plunged rapidly earthward, impacting the ground with brutal force.

The ensuing dust cloud completely obscured his form, and his aura seemed to vanish instantly. His fate remained unknown.

Meanwhile, all sentient beings across the two Spirit Realms felt the world-shattering tremor.

Their gazes turned towards the direction of the war realm, their eyes reflecting a mixture of dread and concern.

And within the one-fifth section of the war realm still unoccupied, Ning Qi and his group felt as insignificant as mosquitoes adrift in the air.

Suddenly, the sensation was akin to an elephant’s passage, its four hooves trampling, the sheer ground-shaking force causing many to cough up blood.

Ning Qi’s army exhibited a resilience far surpassing the cultivators under Zhao Yujun and the Sea Ancestor.

Regardless of their cultivation levels, none of them spat blood; at most, they experienced slight dizziness.

Their muscles and bones resonated, threads of lightning crackling from within.

A collective realization dawned: this remarkable fortitude was entirely attributed to Ning Qi’s prior assistance in their Celestial Tribulation trials.

Without the foundation laid by that tribulation, they would undoubtedly have suffered the same fate as Zhao Yujun and his ilk.

The Sword Ancestor and the others, while pleased with this newfound power, simultaneously felt despair gazing upon the scene unfolding before them. If the Sea Ancestor and the Saint Ancestor were incapable of thwarting the Mountain Ancestor's grand ambitions, then their own existences were as ephemeral as morning dew on grass, destined to vanish without a trace.

Zhao Yujun, having finally managed to shield her subordinates from the brunt of the impact, came to a halt. A crimson trickle already stained her lips. Her azure eyes reflected Ning Qi’s tall, imposing silhouette standing not too far away. Zhao Yujun inquired, "Fellow Daoist Ning, what course of action should we take now?"

As the Sect Leader of the Moon Sea Immortal Sect, Zhao Yujun had long been accustomed to overseeing all significant matters for the power that resided under the Sea Ancestor. However, the current dire circumstances far exceeded her ability to manage, leaving her utterly directionless and filled with confusion.

The regret for posing the question arose in her mind the instant the words left her mouth. Why would she seek guidance from someone so much younger when she, despite her accumulated years, possessed no answers, let alone the young Ning Qi?

Yet, a composed voice echoed from ahead.

"Daoist Zhao, make preparations to lead everyone into the Vast Realm!"

"Hmm?" Zhao Yujun uttered a soft sound, immediately followed by an expression of disbelief. "Fellow Daoist Ning, what did you just say?"

Ning Qi turned his head, his gaze sweeping across all the assembled cultivators. From Zhao Yujun to Sword Ancestor Qi Keqing, and to every single individual who had followed him thus far.