Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

Chapter 982 - 423: Who Says I’m Alone?

The wooden thorn, which was originally invincible, was now pinched between Ning Qi’s two fingers.

The wooden thorn turned back into a withered yellow leaf, swaying slightly at Ning Qi’s fingertips.

This scene was projected unreservedly into the sky above the Vast Realm, and a faint light suddenly appeared in the originally lifeless eyes of everyone.

They had not yet recovered from their lifeless mindset, but could not suppress their curious inquisitiveness.

What exactly is going on?

Why was the wooden thorn so easily caught by Ning Qi and then turned back into a withered leaf?

Inside the cave space.

The Dragon-faced Cultivator was slightly surprised.

The will of the Vast Realm and the Saint Ancestor’s avatar, both nailed by wooden thorns, also showed expressions of confusion.

Ning Qi pinched his fingers, and the withered leaf at his fingertips disappeared instantly without a trace.

Seeing this, the Dragon-faced Cultivator was somewhat uncertain and said, "Do you have the Seed of Jianmu?"

Previously, he had seen Ning Qi break into the Mountain and Sea Realm and use the Seed of Jianmu to mend the rift there.

At that time, the Mountain Ancestor had only attacked Ning Qi once and did not fully target him.

He thought Ning Qi could hold on a little longer at most, but would eventually be unable to withstand the consumption of the Seed of Jianmu, and Buzhou Mountain would continue to devour the Mountain and Sea Realm.

Unexpectedly, the whole Mountain and Sea Realm disappeared later, and the Seed of Jianmu was nowhere to be found.

Originally, the Seed of Jianmu was brought into the Mountain and Sea Realm by the Mountain Ancestor after acquiring the legacy of Buzhou Mountain, sealing the will of the Mountain and Sea Realm. The Mountain Ancestor even left a wisp of Primordial Spirit in the Seed of Jianmu.

The Seed of Jianmu had always been considered the Mountain Ancestor’s possession, but now the Mountain Ancestor could not perceive its existence.

So, seeing him use wooden thorns, condensed from the withered leaves of Jianmu, to shoot at Ning Qi, the Dragon-faced Cultivator asked.

Ning Qi’s expression did not change as he counterasked, "What is the Seed of Jianmu?"

The Dragon-faced Cultivator felt choked; Ning Qi simply would not admit it!

However, he was only suspicious of Ning Qi and could not confirm it.

He still leaned towards the previous hypothesis that someone with power comparable to their Ancestors was hidden nearby, causing all this.

As for the Ning Qi in front of him, the Dragon-faced Cultivator shook his head, Ning Qi could not possibly have done all this!

The Dragon-faced Cultivator immediately condensed three more wooden thorns, each flashing with different glows, and shot them toward Ning Qi.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The three wooden thorns traversed the space, one aiming for Ning Qi’s eyes, one for his Dantian, and one appearing behind him, aiming for his back.

Their speed reached the extreme, and even immortal dao aura was injected into them by the Dragon-faced Cultivator.

Yet this time, Ning Qi didn’t even bother to move.

As soon as the three wooden thorns approached Ning Qi, they instantly softened, turning back into leaves, gently drifting into Ning Qi’s body.

Seeing this, the Dragon-faced Cultivator lost his composure.

If one wooden thorn was an accident before, then this time, with three wooden thorns all restored to withered leaves by Ning Qi, it was definitely not an accident!

The next moment, he spat forcefully toward Ning Qi, sending countless wooden thorns hurtling in his direction.

These wooden thorns arranged themselves in formations, varying in size, blending illusion and reality, like flowers scattered by a celestial maiden, surrounding Ning Qi from all sides and then suddenly shooting out.

Beside, the will of the Vast Realm and the Saint Ancestor’s avatar, which were sealed, could not help but show worried expressions.

Their bodies were pierced by countless wooden thorns, so they were well aware of the horror of these thorns.

Not only did they have the sharpest penetration power, but they also seemed to be alive, constantly drawing upon their energy to take root and sprout as they were nailed down.

Numerous wooden thorns shot toward Ning Qi, and Ning Qi merely uttered one word: "Absorb!"

Instantly, all the attacking wooden thorns all drifted into Ning Qi’s body, and this time, Ning Qi did not even bother to restore them to withered leaves.

Everyone who saw this was tense to the utmost.

The next moment, Ning Qi gently exhaled, not only looking unfazed but his aura had even risen significantly.

The wooden thorns not only failed to harm him but seemed like nourishing medicine.

He smiled faintly at the Dragon-faced Cultivator and said, "How many more wooden thorns do you have? Why not send them all over?"

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar and the will of the Vast Realm were dumbfounded.

Inside the Vast Realm, everyone looking up at the sky was suddenly stirred, their eyes brightening with a great light.

The Dragon-faced Cultivator gazed deeply at Ning Qi’s fingers.

"No, this is definitely not your power. Who are you really?"

Suddenly, he lunged quickly toward Ning Qi, fingers forming claws, trying to seize him.

But Ning Qi had no intention of engaging, his figure blurred, transforming into a stream of Yin and Yang.

The Dragon-faced Cultivator’s claws danced, even tearing through the space itself, but when they encountered the Yin and Yang flow.

The flow of Yin and Yang slipped through his fingers like slippery eels.

Even though he used techniques to trap and lock, it was utterly ineffective.

The Dragon-faced Cultivator’s expression changed, exclaiming, "Transforming into Ultimate Soft Power, that’s a technique from the Sea of Emotions!"

The cultivation technique and divine techniques he practiced were of ultimate strength and resilience, capable of breaking and seizing anything, only the Ultimate Soft Power understood by Sea Ancestor could escape.

To trap the Sea Ancestor’s Ultimate Soft Power, one needs the projection of Buzhou Mountain, but the projection has yet to come in.

The Dragon-faced Cultivator turned back, looking at the Yin and Yang stream.

The Yin and Yang stream that Ning Qi transformed into circled to his back, seemingly ready to reshape Ning Qi’s figure.

The Dragon-faced Cultivator attacked the Yin and Yang stream once again.

But from beginning to end, the Yin and Yang stream was like a breeze that could not be grasped, flowing away along with the Dragon-faced Cultivator’s punch, remaining invulnerable to all laws.