Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 990 - 426: Seizing the Mountain Ancestor’s Sword

"Silence!"

The Mountain Ancestor, his face etched with scars, retorted furiously in his mind. Yet, from within the shadow of Buzhou Mountain, he continued to transmit a message."If you do not hasten, the Vast Realm may vanish abruptly, much like the Mountain and Sea Realm!"

"Hmm?"

Startled, the Mountain Ancestor immediately grasped the implication. He turned his gaze outward. His black Divine Sword was suddenly reversed and plunged forcefully into a specific point behind him. Instantly, that area fissured like a pricked egg, revealing the world beyond. The Mountain Ancestor's Divine Sense probed through this minuscule breach, sweeping across the exterior. Upon witnessing the scene, his heart leaped into his throat. Good heavens, the Spirit Domains within the entirety of the Vast Realm were like scattered clouds, drifting towards an unknown destination, progressively fading from existence within the Vast Realm. The accumulated energy of the Vast Realm itself was also rapidly draining away.

Observing this dire situation, the Mountain Ancestor swiftly redirected his attention to Ning Qi, positioned opposite him."So, you have been merely delaying me this entire time!" He seethed with rage, but in the next moment, a sense of unease washed over him."No, you are engaged in a battle with me here, so why would the Vast Realm be vanishing beyond? You..." The Mountain Ancestor’s eyes scrutinized Ning Qi from head to toe."Could you have accomplices operating externally?"

Across from him, Ning Qi still held a sword-shaped verdant light in his palm, fashioned from a branch of the Enlightenment Realm Tree. Noticing the Mountain Ancestor’s bewildered reaction, he offered a smile."You have finally perceived it, but alas, it is far too late!"

At these words, the Mountain Ancestor’s gaze intensified, fixing upon Ning Qi with palpable fury. A sudden realization dawned upon him."I comprehend now; it is no wonder your power continues to escalate, you have absorbed the might of the Vast Realm." He could not fathom the destination of the Vast Realm’s Spirit Domains, but he surmised it must be connected to Ning Qi, whose strength surged due to the Vast Realm’s essence. It mirrored how another iteration of himself was utilizing the shadow of Buzhou Mountain to consume the War Realm and the Mountain and Sea Realm.

Grasping this revelation, the Mountain Ancestor immediately brandished the black Divine Sword, channeling his complete power into it."To dare usurp my destined Immortal opportunity right before my eyes, perish!" The black Divine Sword in his grasp sprouted minuscule, dark tendrils. Each tendril writhed like a living appendage, expanding rapidly into a form that existed between illusion and tangible reality. From a distance, it appeared as though the Mountain Ancestor was not wielding a sword, but rather a cluster of entangled roots. These tentacle-like tendrils unfurled like the limbs of an octopus, burrowing into the void and writhing with frantic energy. The surrounding space quaked as if a fragile paper sphere were being violently shaken, collapsing inward.

Ning Qi’s eyes narrowed. The Mountain Ancestor was devouring the very fabric of space with the sword in his hand, his aura visibly growing stronger. Ning Qi advanced a step. However, the Mountain Ancestor was swifter, instantly appearing before Ning Qi."Withered Sword Body!" Gripping the sword, its surface alive with countless dancing tendrils, he thrust it directly at Ning Qi. It resembled a warrior wielding gnarled roots as a battering ram, forcefully attempting to pulverize Ning Qi. A peculiar glint surfaced in Ning Qi’s monochrome eyes. He did not dodge or evade; instead, he raised his own sword, meeting the incoming strike. The motion was simple, unpretentious, akin to a novice of the Sword Dao attempting a tip-to-tip clash. *Clang!* The verdant Sword Artifact made contact with the black Divine Sword in the Mountain Ancestor’s grasp. An explosive tempest of sword light erupted instantaneously between the two blades! On one side, the inky blackness of night; on the other, a vibrant green glow imbued with vitality. They appeared fundamentally antagonistic, one embodying decay, the other life. Boundless Power of Rules surged from the clash of sword lights, interwoven with a thread of Immortal Dao Aura. Ning Qi’s sword, unlike the Mountain Ancestor’s, had not yet manifested a distinct Sword Body, remaining a shimmering green light. The Mountain Ancestor’s sword felt incredibly solid and commanding, seemingly capable of obliterating any obstruction. More ominously, as the black Divine Sword and the green Sword Artifact collided, additional tendrils slithered along the black Divine Sword, reminiscent of spiders and centipedes rapidly ascending towards Ning Qi’s weapon. They crawled and bit with savage intensity. The larger tendrils then recoiled, encircling Ning Qi from all directions. They had utterly sealed the surrounding space, rendering it impossible for Ning Qi to tear through the void and escape. Faced with this onslaught, any cultivator would succumb to dread.

Nonetheless, Ning Qi's countenance stayed serene and unperturbed, the luminescence within his yin-yang eyes growing ever more peculiar.

Ding!

In the ensuing moment, the verdant aura surrounding Ning Qi’s blade blazed forth, dispersing like luminescent insects adrift on a summer's eve.

A distinct sword silhouette was meticulously forged by Ning Qi, materializing within his grasp.

Subconsciously, the Mountain Ancestor found himself drawn to the dissipating firefly-like radiance, his gaze involuntarily fixated upon Ning Qi’s blade.

Upon first sight, he was palpably astonished.

For what Ning Qi had conjured was not a divine blade, but a mere, unassuming sword sheath!

At this juncture, the scabbard was held in reverse by Ning Qi, its aperture directed towards the point of the Mountain Ancestor’s black divine sword.

"Receive!"

Ning Qi proclaimed with a gentle utterance!

In the subsequent second, an awe-inspiring vortex surged from the sword sheath; the Mountain Ancestor was already applying considerable might, and thus, even without Ning Qi’s deployment of the sword technique, the Mountain Ancestor’s form propelled forward, presenting the ebony divine blade he wielded.

The black divine sword was instantaneously sheathed, its every filament drawn within its confines.