Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

Chapter 979 - 421: Trillions of Divine Text Scrolls (Part 2)

Faced with the immense Divine Mountain phantom of Buzhou Mountain, as cultivators, how could they possibly resist it?

Sect Leader Jiang Yingchu of the Vast Immortal Sect had already brought many Harmonization cultivators from the Vast Immortal Sect, stationed here with Sword Ancestor and others.

At this moment, each of them was equally bewildered, collectively turning to Jiang Yingchu.

"Sect Leader!"

"Sect Leader, what should we do now?"

Jiang Yingchu’s face was grim, what should they do?

He also wanted to ask what to do, but who could he ask?

Secretly, he had already used tokens to contact the Realm Venerable and the Saint Ancestor’s avatar within the Vast Realm, but the Realm Venerable hadn’t shown up, not even sending an avatar, and the Saint Ancestor’s avatar was unresponsive.

Seeing the multitude of cultivators watching him, Jiang Yingchu had no choice but to say something to stabilize morale:

"Rest assured, the Realm Venerable and Saint Ancestor will not abandon us, they must be fighting the enemy!"

Everyone who heard these words felt slightly reassured.

However, in the next moment, a grand voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Too weak, you are too weak!"

The unfamiliar voice was filled with contempt,

All the cultivators turned to look backward, and their expressions changed drastically.

"Whose voice is this?"

"The voice seems to be coming from the direction of the Sacred Sect?"

"Sect Leader Jiang, who is this person?"

Both Jiang Yingchu and all the cultivators of the Vast Immortal Sect who came here were shaken to the core upon hearing the voice.

Jiang Yingchu’s face changed multiple times, as the sect leader, he knew the internal situation of the Vast Immortal Sect the best.

This voice did not belong to anyone from the Vast Immortal Sect, and now appearing within the sect, neither the Realm Venerable nor the Saint Ancestor’s avatars were responding, could it be...

Jiang Yingchu, thinking of this, couldn’t help but feel a trace of fear!

Yet, as the highest-ranking spokesperson, he had to remain calm and reassure everyone.

"This is just a tactic by the enemy to disrupt our realm’s morale, do not be swayed by it!"

As he was explaining, the sky above the Vast Realm suddenly darkened.

Everyone couldn’t help but look upwards.

Instantly, a scene appeared in the sky above the Vast Realm.

In the scene, the Vast Realm Will’s phantom was covered in sweat, gritting its teeth against something.

Meanwhile, the Saint Ancestor’s avatar was steadied by a young cultivator, wiping fresh blood from the corner of its mouth.

At the center of that scene, a large figure wearing a dragon-shaped mask floated in the air, surrounded by various Immortal Dao auras, holding absolute advantage.

"???"

"!!!"

Jiang Yingchu naturally saw the scene in the sky; he was rendered speechless.

The sky’s imagery showed the strongest figures of the Vast Realm in action, a reality projected into the hearts of those who had just been reassured.

"Is that the Realm Venerable and the revered Saint Ancestor?"

"Are they injured?"

"This can’t be true; the Saint Ancestor and the Realm Venerable are the strongest, how could they be at a disadvantage?"

In the hearts of all Vast Realm cultivators, it was as if a divine statue had crumbled, and those of wavering will fell to the ground, crying.

The panic spread throughout the Vast Realm, making it seem like anything said now would be futile.

Sword Ancestor and Zhao Yujun, though, were not as desperate as the others from the Vast Realm.

Their gaze fell upon the young man behind the Saint Ancestor, and their eyes brightened.

"Why is Taoist Friend Ning appearing there?" Zhao Yujun’s blue eyes were filled with confusion.

The cultivators who had always followed Ning Qi were somewhat excited instead.

"It’s the Sect Leader!"

"It’s the Domain Master!"

Their happiness contrasted sharply with the despair of the Vast Realm cultivators.

However, Sword Ancestor and Qi Keqing frowned slightly.

The present scene was clearly projected intentionally by the masked man in the center over the Vast Realm’s sky.

It was neither the war realm they previously left nor within Buzhou Mountain’s phantom, but a strange place.

The two were deeply puzzled; earlier, Ning Qi had them enter the Vast Realm, leaving him in the war realm—why was he shown in this scene?

Of course, their hearts were quietly on edge as well.

After all, in the scene, both the Saint Ancestor’s avatar and the Vast Realm Will were at a disadvantage.

If even they were at a disadvantage, then Ning Qi how could he...

...

The view returned to the cave space.

Saint Ancestor’s avatar and Ning Qi were unaware of what had transpired.

On the contrary, the Vast Realm Will continued to challenge the Dragon-faced cultivator while transmitting to the two:

"Not good, the opponent projected everything happening here into the Vast Realm for everyone there to see!"

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar gritted its teeth upon hearing this.

This war in the Spirit Realm had long surpassed his expectations.

He glanced at Ning Qi beside him, transmitting: "Kid, use whatever means you have, now is no time for holding back."

Ning Qi remained silent.

This avatar was condensed from his heart’s blood and Realm Power, meant to explore the Vast Realm earlier.

Faced with the Dragon-faced Servant, Ning Qi didn’t act; he understood that even if this avatar fought, it would be futile, merely leading to its demise.

Fortunately, his main body was secretly navigating the True Martial Spirit Realm, merged with the Mountain and Sea Realm, approaching the Vast Realm, while his reincarnated body was also about to arrive.

Saint Ancestor’s avatar looked at Ning Qi’s silent demeanor, yet found his gaze remained calm and composed.

Inexplicably, he too calmed down.

"Alright, kid, you’re more patient than I am, just hope you’ll resolve everything in the end, I can still resist him for a while longer!"

The Saint Ancestor walked forward again, leaving Ning Qi with a resolute and unyielding silhouette.

Only to see the Saint Ancestor extend his right hand, using his finger as a pen, and slowly but powerfully write the word "Gate" in midair!

Once the word was written, the Saint Ancestor pulled fiercely at the empty space.

Immediately, the void seemed to open, revealing a space.

Inside the space, in front of a tranquil small courtyard, a rustic desk held scholarly treasures, above which a bookshelf stacked with countless books and paintings.

The Saint Ancestor gently beckoned.

Instantly, all books and paintings on the bookshelf moved simultaneously.

In the next second, all the books and paintings detached from the shelf, crossing the space towards the Saint Ancestor.

Numerous books and paintings gathered around the Saint Ancestor, revolving constantly.

From afar, the Dragon-faced cultivator sneered as he glanced at the Ancient Path Sacred Map True Copy in his hand: "Persistent are you? What use is it to bring out more books and paintings?"

Saint Ancestor’s avatar ignored him.

Instead, he stroked the air gently, his expression enamored, as if touching the most precious thing.

He said slowly: "These are my life’s accumulation, now that the survival of the Vast Realm is at stake, they should serve their purpose. Anyway, if the Vast Realm were to perish, they would be destroyed too."

Ning Qi silently watched the Saint Ancestor’s back, observing the enveloping books and paintings.

Looking closer, the books and paintings varied in size, all well-arranged, totaling three thousand scrolls!

Snap!

With a flick of the Saint Ancestor’s finger, all the books and paintings unfolded simultaneously.

In an instant, the vast gray cave space, inside giant swimming dragons, filled with blossoming sight!

Golden divine texts crawled automatically from between the books, millions of words seemingly serpentine, vine-like, or chain-like, sprawling toward all directions.

Every corner seemed occupied by divine texts...

Accompanied by paintings opening, projecting various scenes.

Spring, summer, fall, winter...

Plains, mountains, greenfields, deserts...

A hundred flowers, grasses, trees...

Streams, rivers, mighty seas...

Images of all beings, monsters, ghosts...

Historical scenes, legendary figures step out from the paintings...

Scenes projected into reality, some like illusions, some genuine, some beautiful or grotesque, some holding terror and killing intent...

The entire cave space, once unremarkable, now seemed to encapsulate every worldly scene, creatures, everything brought into this small space.

Divine texts filled the space, emitting faint golden brilliance.

Chants and hymns incessantly echoed from the void.

Some were truths, some poetry, some grand prose...

All forces suddenly converged towards the Dragon-faced cultivator.

This attack was a fusion of all worldly knowledge, art and culture, all existential imagery, shining brilliantly to the extreme!

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