Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 980 - 422: Striking Back from Desperation

The Saint Ancestor's lifelong accumulations were unleashed in this instant, directed at the Dragon-faced Cultivator.

Countless divine texts, intricately linked, each word imbued with potent will and unique rules, coalesced into an unbreakable golden chain.

These countless scrolls of ink paintings merged seamlessly with the chain.

Suddenly, it was akin to an old-fashioned film projector spooling through reels, projecting scenes that enveloped the Dragon-faced Cultivator, all converging on his central position.

An immense divine light erupted, transforming the area where he stood into a dazzling, aurora-like spectacle, breathtakingly beautiful.

What transpired within remained unseen, perceived only as a sense of profound intoxication.

Witnessing the terrifying divine texts and imagery bearing down on him, the Dragon-faced Cultivator's expression turned grim.

This scene involuntarily dredged up unpleasant memories.

Previously, the Saint Ancestor had employed a divine technique known as the Divine Text Pagoda, which had ensnared him and inflicted harm.

And the divine technique now before him, a fusion of divine texts and paintings, was undeniably more potent than that Divine Text Pagoda!

The Dragon-faced Cultivator swiftly consulted the Ancient Path Sacred Map he held. Fortunately, possessing this Sacred Map made confronting this onslaught considerably easier than before.

After all, the entirety of the Saint Ancestor's life cultivation originated from the Ancient Path Sacred Map.

Holding the unfurled Ancient Path Sacred Map with both hands, the Dragon-faced Cultivator shielded himself with its surface against the onslaught of divine texts and imagery.

Previously, the Immortal Dao Power within the Ancient Path Sacred Map flowed into him; however, at this moment, the flow reversed. For the first time, the Dragon-faced Cultivator channeled his own Immortal Dao Aura into the Ancient Path Sacred Map.

In a daze, amidst the endless, glorious aurora, several indistinct figures began to rise.

The moment these figures manifested, the aurora-like divine texts and imagery attacks seemed to bestow upon them a beautiful, rosy attire.

The Saint Ancestor's avatar, observing the figures emerging within the aurora, couldn't help but exclaim, "He can actually summon so many Ancient Saint shadows..."

The Saint Ancestor had possessed the Ancient Saint Sacred Map for numerous years, and at most, he could only summon the shadow of an Ancient Saint whose temperament resonated with his own.

Unexpectedly, the Ancient Path Sacred Map, having only recently come into the Dragon-faced Cultivator's possession, enabled him to suddenly summon such a multitude of saintly shadows from the map.

An intense feeling of frustration welled up within him. Was the Dragon-faced Cultivator truly that much stronger than him?

Yet, despite this, he had no choice but to continue observing.

He watched as the indistinct figures emerged, the very fabric of time and space around the Dragon-faced Cultivator appeared to freeze.

All the divine texts and imagery assaulting the Dragon-faced Cultivator halted mid-air before him.

"Haha, it appears that your lifetime’s accumulation, in the face of the Ancient Path Sacred Map, is nothing but worthless words and paintings!"

The Dragon-faced Cultivator's laughter became even more scornful.

With a flick of his hand, which held the Ancient Path Sacred Map True Copy, the previously static time-space resumed its flow.

Ning Qi and the other two observed as all the divine texts and imagery, like a dense swarm of ants, were drawn into the Ancient Path Sacred Map.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

In the blink of an eye, the aurora vanished, and clarity returned to the world.

"Teacher!"

The Vast Realm Will gazed anxiously at the Saint Ancestor's avatar.

Having followed the Saint Ancestor for many years and received his tutelage, he understood what his teacher held most dear.

It wasn't the esteemed title of Saint Ancestor, nor his preeminence in the Vast Realm, but rather these lifetime accumulations of calligraphic works and paintings.

Each piece, each scroll, represented the Saint Ancestor's emotions, the very path he had traversed.

And now, the Saint Ancestor had expended his entire life's accumulation, yet had failed to even scratch the enemy's surface, instead being effortlessly plundered by the foe...

The Vast Realm Will also felt a pang of sympathetic pain for the Saint Ancestor.

"Do you still have leisure to worry about others?"

Suddenly, the Dragon-faced Cultivator formed a sword seal with his hand and pointed directly at the Vast Realm Will.

Throughout the entire cave space, from the coiling dragon body, scales detached and swiftly shot towards a particular point.

Thud, thud, thud!

In an instant, a cloud-like shadow was impaled against the spatial wall by those dragon scales.

The cloud shadow writhed ferociously, attempting to break free from the dragon scales, yet those dragon scales quietly morphed into their true forms.

These were leaves from the Jianmu tree, emitting an unfathomable radiance. They acted as the world's most potent hidden weapons, rendering the Vast Realm Will utterly immobile.

Furthermore, the Jianmu leaves rapidly embedded themselves, their roots extending with astonishing speed. In a mere blink, they completely tethered the mass of clouds to the fabric of space.

A pained cry escaped the Vast Realm Will.

However, it only uttered a single sound before resolutely sealing its lips.

Adjacent to the Saint Ancestor's avatar and Ning Qi, an avatar of the Vast Realm Will, which had initially taken a shadowy form, followed the pair.

Now, like smoke dispersed by a gale, its shadowy form dissolved swiftly beside them.

The ephemeral form constructed by the Vast Realm Will was not its true essence; its actual being was the concentrated Power of Will within that location.

The Vast Realm Will had just marshaled the majority of its strength to sever the connection between the Dragon-faced Cultivator and the spectral form of Buzhou Mountain.

Yet, in an instant, it found itself ensnared by the Dragon-faced Cultivator.

Every detail unfolding within the cave was completely projected by the Dragon-faced Cultivator onto the sky of the external Vast Realm.

He proclaimed with chilling finality: "Hark, all cultivators of the Vast Realm! Behold the Realm Venerable you worship, the Saint Ancestor you hold in reverence. Before me, they are nothing more than beasts!"

Across the Vast Realm, all living beings gazed at the projected panorama in the heavens, their spirits plummeting as if into the deepest abyss, with no hope of recovery.

"This cannot be!"

One voice stammered, their face ashen.

"It's a fabrication, all of it is false!"

Another individual, frantically gripping their head, shook so violently that tears and blood flowed in equal measure.