Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

Chapter 980 - 422: Striking Back from Desperation

The lifelong accumulation of the Saint Ancestor was unleashed at this moment, poured onto the Dragon-faced Cultivator.

Endless divine texts were intricately connected, each word containing powerful will and different rules, forming a complete golden chain.

And those countless scrolls of ink paintings merged with the chain.

In an instant, it was like an old-fashioned film projector displaying reels, pulling out scenes that surrounded the Dragon-faced Cultivator, all attacking the center where he stood.

Endless divine light erupted, making the place where he stood resemble the center of an aurora, dazzlingly beautiful to the extreme.

One could not see what was happening within, only feeling a sense of intoxication.

Seeing the terrifying divine texts and imagery attacking himself, even the Dragon-faced Cultivator’s expression darkened.

This scene involuntarily reminded him of unpleasant memories.

Previously, the Saint Ancestor had also used a divine technique called Divine Text Pagoda to trap him, causing injury.

And the divine technique before him, composed of both divine texts and paintings, was clearly more powerful than that Divine Text Pagoda!

The Dragon-faced Cultivator quickly glanced at the Ancient Path Sacred Map in his hand, fortunately having obtained this Sacred Map made dealing with this much easier than before.

After all, the lifetime cultivation of the Saint Ancestor was derived from the Ancient Path Sacred Map.

The Dragon-faced Cultivator held the opened Ancient Path Sacred Map with both hands, facing the incoming divine texts and imagery with the surface of the Sacred Map.

Previously, the Immortal Dao Power from within the Ancient Path Sacred Map flowed into his body, but at this moment, it reversed, as the Dragon-faced Cultivator for the first time injected his own Immortal Dao Aura into the Ancient Path Sacred Map.

In a trance, amidst the endless and glorious aurora, several indistinct figures rose.

As soon as the figures appeared, the aurora-like divine texts and imagery attacks seemed to have adorned them with a beautiful layer of rosy clothing.

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar looked at the figures appearing in the aurora ahead and couldn’t help but exclaim: "He can actually summon so many Ancient Saint shadows..."

The Saint Ancestor had obtained the Ancient Saint Sacred Map for so many years, and at most could summon the shadow of an Ancient Saint who matched his temperament.

Unexpectedly, the Ancient Path Sacred Map, having just fallen into the Dragon-faced Cultivator’s hands not long before, allowed him to suddenly summon so many saintly shadows from the map.

An intense sense of frustration arose in his heart, was the Dragon-faced Cultivator really that much stronger than him?

Yet, even so, he still had to continue watching.

He saw that as the indistinct figures emerged, the time-space around the Dragon-faced Cultivator seemed to come to a halt.

All the divine texts and imagery attacking the Dragon-faced Cultivator were suspended in front of him.

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

The Dragon-faced Cultivator’s laughter was even more contemptuous.

With a shake of the hand holding the Ancient Path Sacred Map True Copy, the previously still time-space flowed again.

Ning Qi and the other two immediately saw all the divine texts and imagery, like a dense army of ants, being absorbed into the Ancient Path Sacred Map.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

In the blink of an eye, the aurora vanished, and the world cleared.

"Teacher!"

The Vast Realm Will looked worriedly at the Saint Ancestor’s avatar.

Having followed the Saint Ancestor for many years and been taught by him, he knew what his teacher valued most.

Not the noble Saint Ancestor identity, not the fact that he was the foremost in the Vast Realm, but these lifetime accumulations of calligraphic posts and scrolls.

Each post, each scroll, carried the Saint Ancestor’s emotions, the path he walked.

And now, the Saint Ancestor had unleashed his lifetime’s accumulation entirely, yet hadn’t even hurt the enemy’s edge, instead being effortlessly harvested by the enemy...

The Vast Realm Will also felt pain for the Saint Ancestor.

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

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

Within the entire cave space, from the writhing dragon body, dragon scales detached and swiftly darted towards a certain spot.

Thud, thud, thud!

In an instant, a cloud-like shadow was pinned to the wall of space by those dragon scales.

The cloud shadow wriggled violently, trying to break free from the dragon scales, yet those dragon scales quietly transformed into their true form.

They were Jianmu leaves, shining with an inexplicable glow, like the sharpest hidden weapons in the world, immobilizing the Vast Realm Will, completely motionless.

Moreover, the Jianmu leaves rapidly took root and sprouted, the roots swiftly connecting to some, in the blink of an eye, completely locking the cloud mass onto the wall of space.

The Vast Realm Will let out a cry of agony.

But it only cried out once, then stubbornly shut its mouth.

Beside the Saint Ancestor’s avatar and Ning Qi, an avatar of the Vast Realm Will initially condensed into a shadowy form, following the two.

Now, as if smoke blown away by a strong wind, the shadow form quickly dissipated beside them.

The shadow form condensed by the Vast Realm Will was not the true body; the true form was the concentrated Power of Will in this place.

The Vast Realm Will had just brought most of its power here to sever the connection between the Dragon-faced Cultivator and the shadow of Buzhou Mountain.

But now it was captured in an instant by the Dragon-faced Cultivator.

The scene in the cave was completely projected by the Dragon-faced Cultivator into the sky of the Vast Realm outside.

He coldly declared: "All cultivators of the Vast Realm listen, this is the Realm Venerable you worship, this is the Saint Ancestor you revere, in front of me, they are no better than a beast!"

Within the Vast Realm, all beings looked at the projected scene in the sky, their hearts sinking as if into the eighteenth level of hell, unable to rise again.

"This is impossible!"

Someone said with a pale face.

"It’s fake, this is fake!"

Someone, frantically clutching their head, shook until tears and blood overlapped.