Chapter 889 - 378: Hundred-Character Heavenly Tablet (2)

"Is this the space created by your painting?"

Saint Ancestor showed immense patience towards Ning Qi and responded calmly, "Indeed, this scroll is called Peach Blossom Spring Diagram, constructed based on my childhood home."

Saint Ancestor glanced at Ning Qi and said in a deep voice, "Let us battle here, but I will give you only twenty breaths of time."

"Then let’s do it, just in time to repay the grudge from the three times you troubled me!"

Ning Qi counted the previous three clashes with Saint Ancestor’s possessions as indirect trouble from him.

After speaking, Ning Qi swiftly raised his hand and pointed directly at Saint Ancestor.

This was a new divine technique he had created, named Taoist Sword Condensation.

Suddenly, countless sword qi bullets, like flickering silver bees, slashed towards Saint Ancestor from all directions.

These sword qi bullets were stronger than the powers he used to kill the Harmonization of the virtual shadow earlier.

Each sword qi was infused with Ning Qi’s different powers.

They formed into a sword qi array, resembling a swarm of bees or a large net, completely blocking Saint Ancestor’s escape route.

Among them, there were space-type sword pills that sealed the space, also possessing the power to slash through space.

There were earth rule and gravity rule-type sword pills, transforming into a massive meteor, crashing towards Sword Ancestor.

There were also sword pills wielding various binding and sealing secret techniques.

One side was a fire sword, another an ice sword, and a thunder sword; in short, various powers of rules, all slashing towards Saint Ancestor.

Upon seeing this, Saint Ancestor’s pupils slightly contracted.

He admitted that he had already considered Ning Qi’s strength quite highly before, but at this moment, seeing these thousands of sword pills, he realized he had still underestimated Ning Qi.

In an instant, Saint Ancestor discerned that Ning Qi had mastered at least a hundred types of powers of rules, which was a new situation he hadn’t noticed before.

However, facing the all-encompassing attack from various powers, inside Saint Ancestor’s body, a hundred colorful characters also flew out.

Those character shadows varied in size and color, but they were obviously similar to Ning Qi’s sword pills.

Each character shadow represented a type of power of Saint Ancestor, and among them was infused with Saint Ancestor’s willful augmentation.

The hundred characters released light, emerging from Saint Ancestor’s body.

Each letter twisted, transforming into something resembling a shield, protecting Saint Ancestor inside.

Bam bam bam!

The next second, the sword pills collided with the hundred-character divine techniques.

Emitting dense sounds like rain, as if weapons clashing, even resembling the sound of rushing rivers and ocean waves, the sound of earth shaking and thunder rumbling—various sounds echoed throughout the void.

For those unaware, it seemed that all sounds of the world had gathered here.

Ning Qi also wielded his sword with intent, with all swords impacting against Sword Ancestor’s hundred-character divine techniques.

The moment of contact, the battle situation escalated to its peak.

Beyond the mastery of the rules of power by both sides, there was the self-expression of various powers, the strategy in arranging forces, the understanding of the enemy—everything condensed into this battle.

When they made their move, they almost used their full strength, at least openly.

Poof poof poof!

After a round of attack, the sword pills didn’t dissipate but hovered, all withdrawing again, waiting for the next attack.

Ning Qi looked towards Saint Ancestor’s avatar.

He saw that Saint Ancestor’s surface shield of hundred characters had many pits and cracks, numerous places torn apart, producing one by one terrible fissures.

But in an instant, Saint Ancestor repaired it.

In essence, this round of attack did not cause substantial damage to either side.

Ning Qi glanced again at his own sword pills.

Those sword pills lined the void, also pitted and appearing worn out.

Both had just clashed, not only in a forceful impact but also an impact of wills.

"Very well, to push me to such a point, I can say you’re the only one in tens of thousands of years!"

The hundred characters on Saint Ancestor’s surface suddenly expanded, rotating around him.

Those character shadows seemed quite mystical, circling Saint Ancestor’s avatar—at a glance, they rendered Saint Ancestor’s identity a man of culture.

Ning Qi’s sword pills beside him, dangling, made him look more like a sword cultivator of a different kind.

Staring at those character shadows, Ning Qi was slightly surprised.

As the strongest cultivator in the Spirit Realm, he truly had some chops.

His sword pills were indeed powerful, but compared to those character shadows, they lacked some trickiness.

In comparison, with only the character shadows, Saint Ancestor could contend with him; somehow it showed Saint Ancestor was adept.

This time Saint Ancestor didn’t wait for Ning Qi to strike.

He flew straight towards Ning Qi, swift like lightning.

Following him naturally were those hundred character shadows.

Ning Qi’s intent moved, sword pills rushing like rivers and seas, once again sweeping towards Saint Ancestor.

Bang bang bang!

The next second, Ning Qi’s pupils contracted.

This time, Saint Ancestor didn’t choose to use the hundred-character divine techniques for a full block.

He simply stretched out one hand, those hundred-character shadows combined, transforming into an immense and unparalleled celestial stele, pressing towards all sword pills.

"This realm belongs to me!"

At the same time, Saint Ancestor’s avatar let out a cold shout.

The Peach Blossom Spring space he created seemed to come alive.

All spatial power squeezed towards Ning Qi.

In an instant, Ning Qi’s sword pills were struck and scattered evenly, and even Ning Qi was hit by Saint Ancestor’s relentless attack.

The celestial stele hovered in the air, directly suppressing Ning Qi beneath it.

On its surface, the hundred-character shadow shone, each character glimmering, resembling the decree on the Five Finger Mountain that used to suppress the Monkey King.

Saint Ancestor looked at Ning Qi, who was suppressed by the celestial stele, with a slight curl at the corner of his mouth.

Ning Qi was pinned under the celestial stele, unable to move at all, not even able to speak.

He looked up at Saint Ancestor, even his eyes becoming somewhat dazed.

"Sorry, I brought you here to suppress you."

Seeing he had successfully suppressed Ning Qi, Saint Ancestor dodged aside, seemingly diving into the wave of space, leaving this Peach Blossom Spring space.

He knew with Ning Qi’s abilities, breaking free of the hundred-character celestial stele was only a matter of time.

But having just this little time was enough!

The normal battle lasted no more or less, just over ten breaths.

Saint Ancestor appeared outside Peach Blossom Spring space, returned to the Central Domain.

He scanned the whole scene and immediately discerned the overall battle situation.

Zhao Yujun and Gong Tiandao were pressing Jiang Yingchu, who, though usually polite, appeared quite embarrassed at the moment.

And further below, something made Saint Ancestor’s eyes slightly squint.

What he did not expect was that in this brief moment, his Vast Realm army was pushed back by the southern Mountain and Sea Realm army by a third of the distance.

That is, the entire territory of the Central Domain, both realms each occupied half, now occupied one third by the Mountain and Sea Realm army.

Saint Ancestor immediately summoned the Harmonization virtual shadows again, continuously descending downward, supplementing the Vast Realm’s combat power.

And seeing Saint Ancestor appear again, Zhao Yujun and Gong Tiandao’s expressions changed once more.

"How could it be?" Zhao Yujun couldn’t believe her eyes.

Ning Qi could just now break free from Saint Ancestor’s restraint, how could he be suppressed again?

Gong Tiandao gritted his teeth, "Damn it, he’s really killing us, if he can’t do it then say it, why boast so much!"

Zhao Yujun didn’t have time to refute Gong Tiandao, but decisively said, "Quickly suppress Jiang Yingchu; as long as we suppress him, we still have a chance!"

Gong Tiandao also nodded.

The two had never cooperated as they do now, with considerable contradictions within the Mountain and Sea Realm, but at the moment, for survival, they exerted all their strength.

But since the Saint Ancestor’s avatar appeared, with Ning Qi being suppressed, how could things go according to their plans.

From Saint Ancestor’s body, the hundred-character divine techniques flew out again.

While summoning the Harmonization virtual shadows, he manipulated the hundred-character divine techniques, heading towards Zhao and Gong.

So, the subsequent battle situation was also extremely smooth.

After only a few dozen breaths, Saint Ancestor’s avatar completely reversed the course of the battle.

Yet as time passed, he increasingly sensed something was amiss, by his calculations, Ning Qi should have broken free, so why hadn’t he shown up?

"Have you finally sensed something wrong?"

Suddenly, a voice echoed in Saint Ancestor’s avatar ear.

"Hmm?"

Saint Ancestor was stunned, suddenly cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he finally realized something.

"Not good, it’s an illusion; I actually fell into that kid’s illusionary attack, when did he do this?"