Chapter 978 - 421: Trillions of Divine Text Scrolls

Inside the enchanted cave space.

The energy of the Sea of Realms violently churned, shrouded in gray mist, as a giant dragon shadow swept in.

Ning Qi was behind, while the Saint Ancestor’s avatar and the will of the Vast Realm were in front.

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar and the will of the Vast Realm combined their forces once more, instantly creating a massive energy wall before them.

The energy wall solidified in the blink of an eye, exuding a majestic and unshakable presence, intending to block the sweeping dragon shadow.

However, the dragon shadow swept past the energy wall, without the anticipated strong collision.

It did not exist physically this time, easily brushed through the energy wall and then through their bodies.

Immediately, it dispersed throughout the cave space like illusory energy.

Ning Qi and the others were momentarily stunned.

They found themselves inside the dragon shadow’s body. As the shadow drifted through the space, they seemed swallowed into its belly.

Moreover, just following Ning Qi’s suggestion, the Vast Realm drew gray mist energy from the Sea of Realms into the cave space, which was now ineffective at suppressing the dragon shadow!

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar and the will of the Vast Realm turned their gaze to Ning Qi.

After all, Ning Qi’s suggestion had just been effective, but now, strangely, it was not.

Ning Qi frowned slightly at this.

He looked ahead.

The Dragon-faced Cultivator used the branches of the Seed of Jianmu as the foundation for the roaming dragon. Ning Qi had already experimented with the Seed of Jianmu; it inherently despised the energy of the Sea of Realms, so it would instinctively contract upon contact with it.

But now, the Dragon-faced Cultivator performed a secret technique, surprisingly suppressing the nature of the Seed of Jianmu.

At some point, the Dragon-faced Cultivator had risen into the air, looking down proudly at the three.

His hand continued without pause, and his right hand shook, slowly opening the ancient path sacred map true copy.

Vague shadows of Ancient Saints emerged one after another, and suddenly, strands of various Immortal Dao Power seeped from the map, drilling into the Dragon-faced Cultivator’s body, making his aura even more ethereal.

Ning Qi squinted.

It seemed the power of the ancient path sacred map true copy prevented the roaming dragon from being suppressed by the Sea of Realms’ energy.

Boom!

The next second, a small space portal unexpectedly opened atop the Dragon-faced Cultivator’s head.

The trio immediately looked and saw that within the space portal, the illusion of Buzhou Mountain was reflected.

Clearly, the Dragon-faced Cultivator had established a space linkage with the Buzhou Mountain illusion.

As the space portal formed, a power capable of altering heaven and earth steadily seeped from within the Buzhou Mountain illusion!

Even more terrifying was the slow expansion of that space node, and subtly, a small mountain shadow seemed to start amassing above the Buzhou Mountain illusion.

Ning Qi and the others were suddenly alarmed.

From the look of things, it seemed the Mountain Ancestor intended to separate the Buzhou Mountain illusion and project a small shadow over.

With the realm domains and Mountain and Sea Realm’s previous fate as a lesson, the trio definitely couldn’t allow the Dragon-faced Cultivator in front of them to accomplish this.

"Zhili, exhaust all efforts to seal the space portal he opened!"

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar commanded.

The will of the Vast Realm said nothing, silently exerting force, even sweating profusely from the forehead.

In front, atop the Dragon-faced Cultivator’s head, the opened space portal instantly shrank.

"It’s useless!"

The Dragon-faced Cultivator sneered.

"You are merely a realm’s will, and your mentor, the Saint Ancestor’s true form, is not here. How can you stop me?"

After speaking, he gripped the ancient path sacred map true copy more firmly, causing even more Immortal Dao Power to flood into his body.

The space portal that had just shrunk began to expand slowly again!

Seeing this, the Saint Ancestor’s avatar suddenly flew toward the Dragon-faced Cultivator.

However, he had barely flown a short distance when a dragon scale wall appeared ahead, sending the Saint Ancestor’s avatar rebounding back.

If not for Ning Qi pressing a palm against his back, the Saint Ancestor’s avatar would have rolled far like a sandbag.

"Cough!"

The Saint Ancestor’s avatar couldn’t help but spew a mouthful of golden blood.

The dragon shadow scales hadn’t just bounced him back but also secretly injured him.

Ning Qi looked at the spot where the Saint Ancestor’s avatar had collided; there, a patch of yellowish-brown dragon scale was slowly fading.

On it, root-like things were writhing, a change produced by the Seed of Jianmu’s leaves!

"Teacher!"

The will of the Vast Realm glanced back at the Saint Ancestor’s avatar.

The Saint Ancestor steadied himself and said, "Don’t mind me. Your main goal now is to cut off his link with the Buzhou Mountain illusion!"

Upon hearing this, the will of the Vast Realm had no choice but to focus on closing the space portal!

The Dragon-faced Cultivator, while dealing with the will of the Vast Realm, looked over at the Saint Ancestor’s avatar and Ning Qi, appearing at ease.

"Too weak, you are all too weak!"

The contemptuous tone echoed inside the cave space and even penetrated outwards.

The whole of the Vast Realm seemed to hear the Dragon-faced Cultivator’s voice at this moment.

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Vast Realm.

After the Buzhou Mountain illusion completely adhered to the boundary wall of the Vast Realm, the entire Vast Realm was vibrating.

Like a sphere colliding with a gigantic mountain, it constantly trembled.

Within the Vast Realm, cultivators from hundreds of Spirit Domains who had barely returned assumed they were safe.

But unexpectedly, even the vast Vast Realm now faced an existential threat.

Every cultivator looked towards the source of the tremors. Due to the boundary wall’s obstruction, most were unclear about what was happening, but an unspoken fear was planted in the heart of everyone.

Stationed near the boundary wall, the Sword Ancestor Zhao Yujun and other cultivators had already flown into the sky.

Although their forms had separated from the ground, hovering in the air, they still swayed incessantly.