Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 979 - 421: Trillions of Divine Text Scrolls (Part 2)

Confronted by the colossal phantom of Buzhou Mountain, how could mortal cultivators possibly withstand such a divine manifestation?

Jiang Yingchu, the Sect Leader of the Vast Immortal Sect, had marshaled numerous Harmonization cultivators, positioning them alongside Sword Ancestor and other key figures.

At this moment, apprehension etched on every face, they collectively turned their gaze towards Jiang Yingchu.

"Sect Leader!"

"Sect Leader, what course of action should we take?"

A grim expression settled on Jiang Yingchu's face. What should they do?

He himself yearned for an answer, but to whom could he turn?

Discreetly, he had already dispatched tokens to summon the Realm Venerable and the Saint Ancestor's avatar within the Vast Realm. Yet, the Realm Venerable remained absent, not even dispatching an avatar, and the Saint Ancestor's avatar was utterly unresponsive.

Observing the expectant multitude of cultivators, Jiang Yingchu felt compelled to speak, aiming to bolster their flagging spirits:

"Have no fear, the Realm Venerable and the Saint Ancestor will not forsake us. They are undoubtedly engaged in combating the enemy!"

A ripple of reassurance passed through those who heard his words.

However, in the very next instant, a resonant voice boomed from behind them.

"Too feeble, you are utterly too feeble!"

The unfamiliar voice dripped with disdain.

Every cultivator swiveled their heads to face the source, their countenances shifting dramatically.

"Whose voice is that?"

"It sounds like it's emanating from the direction of the Sacred Sect?"

"Sect Leader Jiang, who might this individual be?"

Both Jiang Yingchu and all the assembled Vast Immortal Sect cultivators reeled from the impact of the voice.

Jiang Yingchu's expression flickered through several transformations. As the sect leader, he possessed the most intimate knowledge of the Vast Immortal Sect's inner workings.

This voice did not belong to anyone within their sect. With the Realm Venerable and the Saint Ancestor's avatars silent, its sudden appearance within their domain... could it be...?

A tremor of fear ran through Jiang Yingchu as this thought solidified!

Nevertheless, as the highest-ranking representative, he had to maintain composure and reassure his followers.

"This is merely a stratagem by the adversary, designed to sow discord within our realm! Do not yield to its influence!"

As he uttered these words, the heavens above the Vast Realm suddenly plunged into darkness.

All eyes involuntarily lifted towards the sky.

Immediately, a vision materialized in the firmament above the Vast Realm.

Depicted within this vision, the phantom of the Vast Realm Will strained, teeth gritted, struggling against an unseen force.

Beside it, the Saint Ancestor's avatar, propped up by a youthful cultivator, bore a trickle of fresh blood at the corner of its mouth.

At the heart of this spectacle, a colossal figure, adorned with a dragon-shaped mask, hovered in mid-air, enveloped by various Immortal Dao auras, wielding absolute dominance.

"???"

"!!!"

Jiang Yingchu's gaze was fixed upon the celestial projection; he was utterly dumbfounded.

The skybore image showcased the most formidable entities of the Vast Realm in combat, a harsh reality broadcast directly into the hearts of those who had just found solace in his words.

"Are those the Realm Venerable and the revered Saint Ancestor?"

"Are they wounded?"

"This cannot be! The Saint Ancestor and the Realm Venerable are invincible; how could they possibly be at a disadvantage?"

Within the collective psyche of the Vast Realm cultivators, it was as if a revered idol had shattered. Those with wavering resolve collapsed to the ground, weeping.

Panic surged through the Vast Realm, rendering any further words of comfort seemingly futile.

Yet, Sword Ancestor and Zhao Yujun did not succumb to the same despair as the other Vast Realm inhabitants.

Their attention was drawn to the young man positioned behind the Saint Ancestor, and a spark ignited in their eyes.

"Why is Daoist Friend Ning present in this location?" Zhao Yujun's cerulean eyes swam with bewilderment.

The cultivators who had consistently followed Ning Qi, however, felt a surge of excitement.

"It's the Sect Leader!"

"It's the Domain Master!"

Their elation stood in stark contrast to the bleak despair gripping the Vast Realm cultivators.

Nevertheless, Sword Ancestor and Qi Keqing exchanged a subtle frown.

This depicted scene, they surmised, was deliberately projected across the Vast Realm's sky by the masked individual at its center.

Furthermore, it was neither the war realm they had recently departed nor the phantom space of Buzhou Mountain; it was an unfamiliar locale.

Both were perplexed. Earlier, Ning Qi had instructed them to enter the Vast Realm, leaving him behind to face the conflict in the war realm—so why was he now featured in this peculiar tableau?

Naturally, a measure of anxiety also gnawed at their hearts.

After all, the visual evidence showed both the Saint Ancestor's avatar and the Vast Realm Will at a clear disadvantage.

If even these supreme beings were struggling, then Ning Qi, how could he possibly...?

...

The perspective shifted back to the cave's interior.

Unbeknownst to them, the Saint Ancestor's avatar and Ning Qi remained oblivious to the unfolding events outside.

Conversely, the Vast Realm Will persisted in its challenges to the Dragon-faced cultivator, simultaneously transmitting a message to the other two:

"Not good! The opponent has broadcasted everything occurring here to the Vast Realm for all to witness!"

The Saint Ancestor's avatar clenched his teeth upon hearing this.

This conflict within the Spirit Realm had far exceeded his initial expectations.

He cast a glance at Ning Qi, transmitting, "Kid, employ any method you possess; this is not the time for restraint."

Ning Qi remained utterly silent.

This avatar, condensed from his vital blood and Realm Power, was intended for an earlier exploration of the Vast Realm.

Confronting the Dragon-faced Servant, Ning Qi made no move; he understood that even if this avatar engaged, its efforts would be in vain, ultimately leading only to its destruction.

Fortunately, his primary body was secretly traversing the True Martial Spirit Realm, integrated with the Mountain and Sea Realm, progressing towards the Vast Realm, while his reincarnated form was also on the verge of arrival.

The Saint Ancestor's avatar observed Ning Qi's quietude, yet his gaze remained composed and steady.

Inexplicably, a sense of calm also settled upon the avatar.

"Very well, kid. You possess greater patience than I. I only hope you will resolve everything in the end. I can still hold him off for a while longer!"

The Saint Ancestor stepped forward once more, leaving behind Ning Qi a resolute and unwavering silhouette.

Then, the Saint Ancestor extended his right hand, using his finger as a brush, and slowly, yet powerfully, inscribed the character "Gate" in the air!

Once the character was formed, the Saint Ancestor yanked forcefully at the empty space.

Instantly, the void appeared to split open, revealing a contained dimension.

Within this dimension, before a serene, modest courtyard, a simple wooden desk displayed scholarly artifacts. Above it, a bookshelf was laden with innumerable books and paintings.

The Saint Ancestor gestured gently.

Simultaneously, all the books and paintings upon the bookshelf began to move as one.

In the subsequent moment, every book and painting detached from the shelf, traversing the dimension towards the Saint Ancestor.

Numerous volumes and artworks converged around the Saint Ancestor, swirling in a constant rotation.

From a distance, the Dragon-faced cultivator let out a sneer, glancing at the Ancient Path Sacred Map True Copy held in his hand. "Still persistent? What difference will it make to bring out more books and paintings?"

The Saint Ancestor's avatar paid him no heed.

Instead, he stroked the air with tenderness, his expression filled with affection, as if caressing the most cherished possessions.

He spoke slowly, "These represent the sum of my life's pursuits. Now that the survival of the Vast Realm hangs in the balance, they must serve their purpose. After all, if the Vast Realm were to perish, they too would be annihilated."

Ning Qi silently observed the Saint Ancestor's retreating back, taking in the surrounding books and paintings.

Upon closer inspection, the scrolls varied in size, all meticulously arranged, totaling three thousand in number!

*Snap!*

With a mere flick of the Saint Ancestor's finger, all the books and paintings unfurled in unison.

In an instant, the vast, desolate cave space, alongside colossal swimming dragons, became filled with vibrant sights!

Golden divine texts, like living entities, flowed from between the pages, millions of characters appearing serpentine, vine-like, or chain-like, sprawling in every direction.

Every available nook and cranny seemed occupied by these divine texts...

Simultaneously, the paintings opened, projecting a myriad of scenes.

Spring, summer, autumn, winter...

Wide plains, towering mountains, lush green fields, arid deserts...

A hundred varieties of flowers, verdant grasses, ancient trees...

Gentle streams, mighty rivers, expansive seas...

Images of all living beings, fearsome monsters, spectral ghosts...

Historical moments, legendary figures emerged directly from the canvases!

These projected scenes materialized, some appearing ethereal, others tangible, some breathtakingly beautiful or disturbingly grotesque, some radiating sheer terror and lethal intent...

The entire cave space, once mundane, now seemed to contain every conceivable worldly scene, every creature, everything brought to bear within this confined area.

Divine texts permeated the space, emitting a soft, golden radiance.

Chants and sacred hymns resonated incessantly from the void.

Some conveyed profound truths, others were lyrical poetry, and some grand prose...

All these forces abruptly converged upon the Dragon-faced cultivator.

This formidable assault was a synthesis of all worldly knowledge, artistic expression, cultural heritage, and every aspect of existence, shining with an unparalleled brilliance!

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