And more people fell into a deathly silence.
It was over, their final hope was gone, the Vast Realm had been utterly defeated in this war, and they would face destruction along with the Saint Ancestor and the Vast Realm Will!
The entire Vast Realm underwent drastic changes at that moment.
The ground rumbled incessantly, volcanoes erupted, and the earth split into bottomless chasms, continuously shaking.
On the distant sea, terrifying waves surged forth, driven by relentless oceanic tsunamis, crashing toward the mainland.
In the skies of the Vast Realm, vast storm clouds appeared.
The storm clouds overlapped, the dark clouds pressed down, as if the sky was about to collapse!
Since the Dragon-faced Cultivator had nailed down most of the power of the Vast Realm Will, and those Jianmu Leaves were rapidly devouring the Vast Realmâs energy.
The Vast Realm Will could no longer maintain balance within the Vast Realm, causing it to follow the path of the Mountain and Sea Realm, a Spirit Realm catastrophe!
All cultivators continued to watch the projections in the sky blankly, including the Sword Ancestor, Qi Keqing, Zhao Yujun, and other Mountain and Sea Realm cultivators, each feeling as though a huge stone was crushing their hearts, making them unable to breathe.
Inside the cave space.
The Dragon-faced Cultivator held an absolute advantage, he hovered in the void, clutching the Ancient Path Sacred Map True Copy, the space passage above his head growing larger.
On the other end of the space passage, above the Buzhou Mountainâs phantom, the Mountain Ancestor had conjured a small mountain image, seemingly ready to send it through the passage to this place.
When the Saint Ancestorâs avatar saw this, a trace of despair also rose in his heart.
He glanced at the Vast Realmâs body will nailed above, and instantly charged toward it, wanting to rescue it.
However, the Dragon-faced Cultivatorâs figure flashed, appearing before the Saint Ancestorâs avatar, and kicked toward the avatar.
Bang!
The Saint Ancestorâs avatar was struck by the Dragon-faced Cultivatorâs foot, stomped down hard, unable to rise.
"Give up struggling, I wonât forget you all, because it was your sacrifice that allowed me to break through that step!"
The Dragon-faced Cultivator sneered.
His gaze swiftly shifted to the last standing person in the cave space, Ning Qi!
Ning Qi slightly squinted but remained calm.
He silently perceived that both his reincarnation and his True Martial Spirit Realm body had arrived beside the Vast Realm.
So, it was finally time for him to take action.
As Ning Qi was about to act, he glanced toward the Dragon-faced Cultivatorâs feet.
The Saint Ancestorâs avatar suddenly braced his body, pushing the Dragon-faced Cultivator back slightly.
The Dragon-faced Cultivator naturally reacted, pressing down again, focusing back on the Saint Ancestorâs avatar, and stomped it down once more.
"Itâs useless, this body is just an avatar!"
The Saint Ancestorâs avatar gritted his teeth, lifted his head, and looked behind at the Dragon-faced Cultivator.
His true body was trapped within the Buzhou Mountainâs phantom, and previously could still fight the Dragon-faced Cultivator due to the home field advantage.
Now, even the Vast Realmâs body will was suppressed by the opponent, how was this avatar to compete?
Yet, the Saint Ancestorâs avatar still gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I die, I will never let your ambition succeed!"
Suddenly, he spat out a sharp and fine pitch-black light.
The Dragon-faced Cultivator tilted his head, and that black light instantly pierced through the void, disappearing without a trace.
The Dragon-faced Cultivator frowned, sensing something amiss.
He looked toward the distant black light, a hint of doubt appearing on his face.
"What did you just spit out?"
The Saint Ancestorâs avatar laughed bitterly from beneath his foot, "Arenât you claiming to be the strongest, yet you canât guess what that is?"
The Dragon-faced Cultivatorâs brows furrowed, "I seem to sense an ominous aura from above, even I can feel it. Are you trying to summon that thing?"
The Saint Ancestorâs avatar, blood at the corner of his mouth, looked resolute.
"Youâre devouring the Vast Realm, why should I care about anything else, if weâre going to die, letâs die together!"
Upon hearing this, the Dragon-faced Cultivator looked deeply at the Saint Ancestorâs avatar beneath his feet.
Suddenly, the furrow between his brows relaxed, and he laughed:
"Your plan is indeed clever, but it only works for ordinary people, against the Spirit Realm. Now both realms will be devoured by me, and I will achieve immortality, what do I fear about bringing that thing? You underestimate the Buzhou Mountainâs legacy! Haha!"
The Saint Ancestorâs avatarâs expression froze.
After a while, he responded with a sob and a laugh, "Youâre wrong about one thing."
"Which one?"
"You said both realms will be devoured by you, but the Mountain and Sea Realm has disappeared!"
The Dragon-faced Cultivatorâs face darkened.
"Hmph, I will eventually find and eliminate that sneaky third party lurking around."
After speaking, the Dragon-faced Cultivator said no more, and behind him, a withered leaf fell.
The withered leaf transformed into a long, sharp wooden thorn, piercing into the Saint Ancestorâs avatar, replacing his foot, nailing the avatar to the ground.
The wooden thorn pinned the Saint Ancestorâs avatar, similar to the leaves on the Vast Realmâs will, sprouting roots and binding the avatar tightly, continuously draining its energy.
Having done all this, the Dragon-faced Cultivator once again looked at Ning Qi.
"Kid, itâs your turn. Before, because I had to deal with them, I couldnât pay attention to you, letting you jump around for so long, I will have to torture you well!"
He laughed, sticking out his tongue to lick his lips.
"I admit your talent, and it just so happens that my Buzhou Mountain lineage has a secret technique that can transfer othersâ talents to oneself. Why donât you merge with me?"
The Dragon-faced Cultivator stepped toward Ning Qi, the distance of a hundred meters between them growing ever closer.
Ning Qi looked at the Dragon-faced Cultivator, who seemed guaranteed to win, and sighed calmly.
"Alas!"
The Dragon-faced Cultivator laughed, "Are you sighing over your fate?"
Ning Qi shook his head.
"No, I am sighing over you, a Mountain Ancestor, yet so despicable, treating your subordinates as slaves, using all beings as resources for you to become the strongest. Is there no other path than to follow such evil ways?"
His voice, with the Dragon-faced Cultivatorâs projection, spread across the entire Vast Realm, even reaching the Buzhou Mountainâs phantom intertwined with the Vast Realm.
Everyone was attracted by Ning Qiâs voice, most still numbly watching him, wanting to see what would happen to him.
The Dragon-faced Cultivator heard this but wasnât angry, instead continued to laugh:
"Kid, have you read too many storybooks? Donât you know those false moral stories were created to numb people like you?"
"Donât look from a humanâs perspective, see the world beyond humanity, humans in the operation of the world are but a small corner, the whole world is survival of the fittest, justice and kindness ultimately depend on strength, that is the true path!"
Ning Qi revealed a slight smile.
"Youâre right, strength can indeed decide everything, but it cannot change good and evil."
"Good is good, evil is evil, you may have stood at the top of the mountain by chance, why have you become unable to distinguish between them?"
The Dragon-faced Cultivatorâs steps halted.
"I am good, you are evil!"
He pointed, and behind him fell another withered leaf, transforming into an sharp wooden thorn, shooting toward Ning Qi.
Ning Qi stood still, seemingly oblivious.
His eyes were distinctly black and white, wearing a Yin Yang Robe, his figure tall, face as clean as sunshine.
Everyone watched through the projection as the wooden thorn flew toward Ning Qi.
It seemed the Dragon-faced Cultivator deliberately slowed the projectionâs speed for everyone to see clearly.
The wooden thorn also glowed with a yellow hue, it had pinned down the Vast Realmâs will, causing the whole realm to undergo a disaster.
It nailed the Saint Ancestorâs avatar, preventing any movement.
Now, it shot toward Ning Qi.
Swoosh!
The wooden thorn wasnât flashy, but its previous achievements were seen by everyone, impossible to ignore.
They believed no one could stop the Dragon-faced Cultivator, stop the impending doom.
Swoosh!
The wooden thorn finally pierced through the void, arrived before Ning Qi, the sharp tip unparalleled, about to pierce through him.
But everyoneâs eyes suddenly widened.
They saw that as the wooden thorn touched Ning Qi, it reverted back to a withered leaf, which Ning Qi easily caught with two fingers!