Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 978 - 421: Trillions of Divine Text Scrolls

Within the mystical confines of the cave space.

The Sea of Realms' potent Qi violently swirled, concealed within a shroud of gray mist, as an immense dragon silhouette surged forward.

Ning Qi was positioned behind, with the Saint Ancestor's avatar and the Vast Realm's will leading the way.

The Saint Ancestor's avatar and the Vast Realm's will united their strength once more, instantaneously conjuring a colossal energy barrier before them.

This energy barrier solidified in the blink of an eye, projecting an imposing and steadfast aura, designed to impede the advancing dragon silhouette.

Nevertheless, the dragon silhouette simply swept past the energy barrier, devoid of the expected forceful impact.

It lacked physical substance this time, effortlessly phasing through the energy barrier and then through their very beings.

Subsequently, it dissipated like ethereal energy throughout the cave space.

Ning Qi and his companions were momentarily taken aback.

They found themselves enveloped within the dragon silhouette's form, as if its drifting presence had swallowed them whole.

Furthermore, the gray mist energy drawn from the Sea of Realms into the cave space, as per Ning Qi's recent counsel, proved utterly useless in suppressing the dragon silhouette!

The Saint Ancestor's avatar and the Vast Realm's will turned their gazes towards Ning Qi.

After all, Ning Qi's suggestion had been effective moments ago, yet now, inexplicably, it had failed.

Ning Qi's brow furrowed slightly at this turn of events.

He directed his sight forward.

The Dragon-faced Cultivator had employed the branches of the Seed of Jianmu as the framework for the roaming dragon. Ning Qi had previously tested the Seed of Jianmu; it possessed an innate aversion to the Sea of Realms' Qi, causing it to instinctively recoil upon contact.

Yet, the Dragon-faced Cultivator, through a secret technique, had managed to suppress the Seed of Jianmu's inherent nature.

At some juncture, the Dragon-faced Cultivator had ascended into the air, gazing down upon the trio with an air of superiority.

His hands continued their work without pause, and with a tremor of his right hand, he slowly unfurled the true copy of the ancient path sacred map.

Faint specters of Ancient Saints materialized one after another, and suddenly, threads of various Immortal Dao Power seeped from the map, penetrating the Dragon-faced Cultivator's form, rendering his aura even more otherworldly.

Ning Qi narrowed his eyes.

It appeared that the power emanating from the true copy of the ancient path sacred map was preventing the roaming dragon from being subdued by the Sea of Realms' Qi.

Boom!

In the subsequent second, a small spatial rift unexpectedly materialized directly above the Dragon-faced Cultivator's head.

The trio immediately observed that within this spatial rift, the illusion of Buzhou Mountain was reflected.

Undeniably, the Dragon-faced Cultivator had established a spatial link with the Buzhou Mountain illusion.

As the spatial rift took form, a power capable of reshaping heaven and earth steadily flowed from within the Buzhou Mountain illusion!

Even more alarming was the gradual expansion of this spatial node, and subtly, a miniature mountain silhouette appeared to be coalescing above the Buzhou Mountain illusion.

Ning Qi and his companions were instantly filled with dread.

Judging by the situation, it seemed the Mountain Ancestor intended to detach a portion of the Buzhou Mountain illusion and project a smaller replica.

Recalling the prior incidents involving the realm domains and the Mountain and Sea Realm, the trio understood they absolutely could not permit the Dragon-faced Cultivator before them to achieve this objective.

"Zhili, exert your utmost to seal the spatial portal he has opened!"

The Saint Ancestor's avatar commanded.

The will of the Vast Realm remained silent, channeling its power, even beads of sweat forming on its brow from the strain.

Ahead, positioned above the Dragon-faced Cultivator's head, the opened spatial portal immediately began to contract.

"It is futile!"

The Dragon-faced Cultivator sneered.

"You are but a realm's will, and your mentor, the Saint Ancestor's true form, is absent. How can you possibly thwart me?"

With his declaration, he tightened his grip on the true copy of the ancient path sacred map, causing an even greater surge of Immortal Dao Power to flood his being.

The spatial portal, which had just shrunk, slowly began to expand once more!

Witnessing this, the Saint Ancestor's avatar abruptly propelled itself towards the Dragon-faced Cultivator.

However, it had barely traveled a short distance when a wall of dragon scales materialized in its path, forcefully repelling the Saint Ancestor's avatar backward.

Had Ning Qi not placed a palm against its back, the Saint Ancestor's avatar would have been sent tumbling like a sack of sand.

"Cough!"

The Saint Ancestor's avatar could not suppress a cough, expelling a mouthful of golden blood.

The dragon shadow scales had not only repelled it but had also subtly inflicted internal injuries.

Ning Qi's gaze fell upon the area where the Saint Ancestor's avatar had made contact; there, a section of yellowish-brown dragon scale was gradually fading.

Upon this scale, root-like tendrils writhed, a transformation wrought by the leaves of the Seed of Jianmu!

"Teacher!"

The will of the Vast Realm cast a worried glance back at the Saint Ancestor's avatar.

The Saint Ancestor regained his footing and commanded, "Pay me no mind. Your sole objective now is to sever his connection with the Buzhou Mountain illusion!"

Upon this directive, the will of the Vast Realm had no alternative but to dedicate its efforts to sealing the spatial rift!

The Dragon-faced Cultivator, while contending with the will of the Vast Realm, cast his gaze towards the Saint Ancestor's avatar and Ning Qi, who appeared utterly unfazed.

"Too feeble, all of you are too feeble!"

His voice, laced with disdain, reverberated within the cavernous space and even breached its confines.

The entirety of the Vast Realm seemed to register the Dragon-faced Cultivator's pronouncement at that very instant.

...

Vast Realm.

Following the Buzhou Mountain illusion's complete assimilation with the boundary wall of the Vast Realm, the entire realm began to oscillate violently.

Much like a celestial sphere impacting a colossal mountain, it trembled ceaselessly.

Within the Vast Realm, cultivators from countless Spirit Domains, who had only just managed to make their return, believed themselves to be secure.

Yet, unexpectedly, even the expansive Vast Realm now confronted a peril threatening its very existence.

Every cultivator's gaze turned towards the origin of the oscillations. Due to the impediment of the boundary wall, the majority remained ignorant of the unfolding events, but a primal fear took root in the hearts of all.

Positioned in proximity to the boundary wall, Sword Ancestor Zhao Yujun and his fellow cultivators had already ascended into the heavens.

Despite their forms being detached from the ground and suspended in mid-air, they continued to sway without cessation.