Full level of enlightenment: I achieved Daozu by ascending to the lower realm

Chapter 423 Taking Action in a Desperate Situation
All the accumulated wisdom of the Holy Ancestor throughout his life was unleashed at this moment and poured into the dragon-faced cultivator.

The endless divine runes are interconnected, each character containing a powerful will and different rules, linked together to form a complete golden chain.

The countless scrolls of ink paintings were integrated with the chains.

In an instant, like an old-fashioned movie projector playing a film reel, a series of images unfolded, surrounding the dragon-faced cultivator and all attacking him at the center.

An endless burst of divine light erupted, instantly transforming the area around him into the center of the aurora borealis, dazzling and beautiful to the extreme.

It makes it impossible to see what's happening inside; all you feel is a sense of intoxication.

Upon seeing the terrifying divine runes and diagrams attacking him, even the dragon-faced cultivator's expression darkened.

This scene inevitably reminded him of unpleasant memories.

Previously, the Holy Ancestor had also used a divine power called Divine Script Pagoda to imprison him and injure him.

The supernatural power before us is composed of divine script and pictures, and its power is clearly superior to that divine script pagoda!
The dragon-faced cultivator quickly glanced at the ancient Dao Sacred Map in his hand. Fortunately, he had obtained this sacred map, making the situation much easier than before.

After all, the Holy Ancestor's entire cultivation came from the Ancient Dao Sacred Diagram.

The dragon-faced cultivator held the opened Ancient Dao Sacred Map in both hands, pointing the surface of the map directly at the flying divine inscriptions and illustrations.

Previously, the immortal power within the Ancient Dao Sacred Diagram was flowing into his body, but now the situation has reversed, and the dragon-faced cultivator is injecting his own immortal aura into the Ancient Dao Sacred Diagram for the first time.

In a daze, several blurry figures rose up amidst the endless, dazzling aurora.

As soon as the figures appeared, the aurora-like divine rune attack seemed to drape them in a beautiful rosy robe.

The avatar of the Holy Ancestor gazed at the figure appearing in the aurora ahead and blurted out, "He can actually summon so many ancient saint phantoms..."

Even after obtaining the Ancient Saint's Diagram for so many years, the Holy Ancestor could only summon the illusory image of the Ancient Saint that matched his temperament.

Unexpectedly, not long after the Ancient Dao Sacred Map fell into the hands of the dragon-faced cultivator, the other party summoned so many sacred figures from the map.

A deep sense of frustration welled up inside him. Was the dragon-faced cultivator really that much stronger than him?
Even so, he still had to keep watching.

As soon as those blurry figures appeared, the space and time around the dragon-faced cultivator seemed to stop flowing like clouds.

All the divine inscriptions and diagrams that were attacking the dragon-faced cultivator hovered in front of him.

"Haha, it seems that all your life's work is nothing but worthless calligraphy and painting in front of the Ancient Dao Sacred Map!"

The dragon-faced cultivator's laughter was even more contemptuous.

His hand, which was holding the true copy of the Ancient Dao Sacred Map, trembled, and the space-time that had just stopped flowing began to move again.

Ning Qi and his two companions immediately saw that all the divine inscriptions and diagrams, like a dense army of ants, were absorbed into the Ancient Dao Sacred Diagram.

Whoosh whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the aurora disappeared, and the world became clear again.

"teacher!"

The will of the Vast Realm looked at the Holy Ancestor's avatar with distraction and worry.

He had followed the Holy Ancestor for many years and had always been influenced by his teachings, so he knew what his teacher valued most.

It wasn't his noble status as a Holy Ancestor, nor that he was the number one person in the Vast Realm, but rather the calligraphy and paintings he had accumulated throughout his life.

Every calligraphy copybook and every painting scroll represents the path that the Holy Ancestor walked, imbued with his emotions.

Now, the Holy Ancestor has unleashed all his accumulated strength throughout his life, yet he hasn't even managed to scratch the enemy's edge; instead, the enemy has easily reaped his rewards...

The will of the Vast Realm also felt distressed for the Holy Ancestor.

"You still have time to care about other people?"

Suddenly, the dragon-faced cultivator formed a sword-like finger and pointed it at the will of the Vast Realm.

Within the dragon's body that filled the entire cave space, dragon scales detached from the dragon's body and rapidly pierced towards a certain spot.

Puff puff!
In an instant, a blurry cloud was pinned to the spatial wall by the dragon scales.

The cloud shadow twisted violently, trying to break free of the dragon scales, but the dragon scales quietly transformed into their true form.

They were leaves of the Jianmu tree, gleaming with an inexplicable light, like the sharpest hidden weapons in the world, pinning down the will of the Haoran Realm, and remaining completely still.

Furthermore, the leaves of the Jianmu tree were rapidly taking root and sprouting, and those roots quickly connected to some points, instantly locking the cloud cluster completely against the spatial wall.

The will of the Vast Realm let out a painful cry.

But it only made one cry before stubbornly shutting its mouth.

Beside Ning Qi, the Holy Ancestor's avatar was accompanied by a phantom form formed from the original will of the Vast Realm.

At that moment, the illusory figure vanished like smoke blown away by a strong wind, disappearing in the blink of an eye beside the two.

The illusory form condensed from the will of the Vast Realm is not the true body; the true body is the will power concentrated in this place.

In order to prevent the dragon-faced cultivator from establishing a connection with the illusory image of Mount Buzhou, the will of the Vast Realm has just mobilized most of its power to this place.

But now he was captured in an instant by the dragon-faced cultivator.

The scene that unfolded inside the cave was projected without reservation by the dragon-faced cultivator onto the sky above the Vast Realm.

He said coldly, "Listen up, all cultivators of the Vast Realm! This is the Realm Lord you worship, this is the Holy Ancestor you worship. In front of me, they are no better than a beast!"

Within the Vast Realm, all living beings gazed at the images projected onto the sky, their hearts sinking as if into the deepest abyss, never to rise again.

"This is impossible!"

Someone said, their face pale.

"Fake, this is fake!"

Some people frantically grabbed their own heads, shaking them until blood and tears streamed down their faces.

Most people, however, fell into a deathly silence.

It's over. Their last hope is gone. The Vast Realm has been utterly defeated in this war, and they will also be destroyed along with the Holy Ancestor and the will of the Vast Realm!

The entire Haoran Realm underwent a dramatic change at this moment.

The earth rumbled and trembled incessantly, volcanic eruptions caused by the earth's energy, and deep, bottomless ravines were torn into the ground, which shook incessantly.

Meanwhile, on the distant sea, terrifying giant waves were also rising, with repeated underwater tsunamis driving the waves toward the mainland.

Meanwhile, large swaths of dark clouds appeared high in the sky above the Vast Realm.

Dark clouds piled up, pressing down as if the sky were about to collapse!
Because the dragon-faced cultivator had pinned down most of the power of the will of the Vast Realm, and those leaves of the Jianmu tree were rapidly devouring the energy of the Vast Realm.

Therefore, the will of the Vast Realm could no longer maintain the balance within the Vast Realm, causing the Vast Realm to follow the path of the Mountain and Sea Realm, resulting in the Spirit Realm Catastrophe!

All the cultivators continued to stare blankly at the projection on the sky, including Sword Ancestor, Qi Keqing, Zhao Yujun and other cultivators from the Mountain and Sea Realm. It was as if a huge boulder was pressing down on their hearts, making it hard to breathe.

Inside the cave.

The dragon-faced cultivator had gained an absolute advantage. He stood suspended in the void, holding the true copy of the Ancient Dao Sacred Diagram in his hand, and the spatial passage above his head was opening wider and wider.

At the other end of the spatial passage, above the illusory image of Mount Buzhou, the Mountain Ancestor condensed a small mountain shadow, seemingly about to project it onto this place through the spatial passage.

Upon witnessing this scene, even the Holy Ancestor's avatar felt a sense of despair.

He glanced at the will of the Vast Realm that was pinned in the sky, and instantly rushed towards it, wanting to rescue it.

However, the dragon-faced cultivator flashed and appeared before the Saint Ancestor's avatar, stepping towards it. *Crack!*
The Holy Ancestor's avatar was stomped on by the dragon-faced cultivator and slammed downwards, unable to get up again.

"Give up struggling, I will never forget you all, because it was because of your sacrifices that I was able to break through that barrier!"

The dragon-faced cultivator sneered.

His gaze instantly swept over the last person standing in the cave, Ning Qi!

Ning Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, but remained calm as always.

He silently sensed that both his reincarnation and his original body, which was controlling the True Martial Spirit Realm, had arrived beside the Vast Realm.

So, it was finally time for him to make his move.

Just as Ning Qi was about to make a move, he glanced at the dragon-faced cultivator's feet.

The Holy Ancestor's clone suddenly propped himself up, causing the dragon-faced cultivator to move backward.

The dragon-faced cultivator naturally reacted as well, exerting force with his feet and refocusing his attention on the Holy Ancestor's avatar, stomping it down again.

"It's no use, this body of yours is nothing but a clone!"

The Holy Ancestor's avatar gritted his teeth, raised his head, and looked at the dragon-faced cultivator behind him.

His true form was trapped inside the illusory image of Mount Buzhou, where he was previously able to put up a fight against the dragon-faced cultivators due to his home-field advantage.

Now that even the will of his original body in the Vast Realm has been sealed by the other party, how can his clone possibly contend with it?
However, the Holy Ancestor's avatar still gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I die, I will never let your ambitions succeed!"

Suddenly, a very sharp and thin beam of dark light shot out from his mouth.

The dragon-faced cultivator tilted his head, and the black light instantly pierced through the void and disappeared without a trace.

The dragon-faced cultivator frowned, sensing something was amiss.

He gazed at the receding black light, a hint of surprise and uncertainty clearly appearing on his face.

What did you just vomit?

The Holy Ancestor's avatar laughed bitterly at his feet: "Didn't you boast that you were the strongest? How could you not guess what that is?"

The dragon-faced cultivator frowned deeply. "I feel an ominous aura emanating from above. If it can give me this feeling, are you trying to summon that thing?"

The Holy Ancestor's avatar had blood at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes revealed a resolute intent.

"You're even going to devour the Vast Realm, why should I care about anything else? If we're going to die, then let's die together!"

Upon hearing this, the dragon-faced cultivator took a deep look at the Holy Ancestor's avatar at his feet.

Suddenly, the frown lines between his brows relaxed, and he smiled:

"Your plan is indeed good, but it only works on ordinary people and the spirit world. Now both realms will be devoured by me, and I will attain immortality. Why should I fear that you will attract that thing? You underestimate the legacy of Buzhou Mountain! Hehehe!"

The Holy Ancestor's clone froze.

After a long pause, he responded in a manner that was both tearful and laughing: "You're wrong about one thing."

"Which point?"

"You said you would devour both realms, but the Mountain and Sea Realm has vanished!"

The dragon-faced cultivator's expression darkened.

"Hmph, I'll find and deal with that sneaky third party hiding in the sidelines sooner or later."

After saying this, the dragon-faced cultivator said no more, and a withered leaf fell behind him.

The withered leaf transformed several times, eventually becoming a long, sharp wooden thorn that pierced into the Holy Ancestor's clone, replacing his foot and pinning the clone to the ground.

The wooden spikes pinned down the Saint Ancestor's clone, and like the leaves on the Will of the Vast Realm, they instantly sprouted roots that swayed and bound the Saint Ancestor's clone tightly, continuously absorbing the energy within it.

After doing all this, the dragon-faced cultivator looked at Ning Qi again.

"Kid, it's your turn. I've been busy dealing with them and haven't had a chance to pay attention to you. You've been running around like this for so long, so I'm going to give you a good beating!"

He smiled and stuck out his tongue to lick his lips.

“Ancestor, I acknowledge your talent. Coincidentally, my Buzhou Mountain lineage has a secret technique that can transfer the talent of others to oneself. Why don’t you merge with me?”

The dragon-faced cultivator took steps toward Ning Qi, the two getting closer and closer, each a hundred meters apart.

Ning Qi looked at the dragon-faced cultivator who seemed to have victory in his grasp and let out a clear sigh.

"Ugh!"

The dragon-faced cultivator laughed and said, "Are you lamenting your fate?"

Ning Qi shook his head.

"No, I am lamenting your fate. As the ancestor of a mountain realm, you are so despicable, treating your subordinates like slaves and all living beings as expendable resources to become the strongest. Is there no other way for you but to take this evil path?"

His voice, projected by the dragon-faced cultivator, resounded throughout the entire Vast Realm, even reaching the illusory image of Mount Buzhou that intersected with the Vast Realm.

Everyone was drawn to Ning Qi's voice, but most people remained numb as they stared at him, wondering what his fate would be.

Upon hearing this, the dragon-faced cultivator was not angry, but continued to laugh:

"Kid, have you been reading too many storybooks? Don't you know that those false books of morality exist only to lull people like you into a false sense of security?"

"Why don't you set aside the human perspective and look at the world beyond humanity? Humanity is just a tiny corner in the operation of the entire world. The world is inherently a dog-eat-dog world. What justice and kindness? In the end, it is strength that decides. That is the right path!"

Ning Qi smiled faintly.

"You're right, strength can indeed determine everything, but it can't ultimately change good and evil."

"Good is good, and evil is evil. You may have been lucky enough to stand on the mountaintop, but why can't you even distinguish between good and evil?"

The dragon-faced cultivator paused in his steps.

"I am good, and you are evil!"

He pointed a finger, and another withered leaf fell behind him, turning into a sharp, long wooden thorn that shot towards Ning Qi.

Ning Qi stood still, as if he hadn't seen anything.

His eyes were clear and bright, he wore a yin-yang robe, he was tall and his face was as clean as sunlight.

Everyone looked through the projection at the wooden spike flying towards Ning Qi.

It seems that the dragon-faced cultivator deliberately slowed down the projection speed to intimidate everyone and make it clear to everyone.

The wooden spikes also had a withered yellow hue. They had pinned down the will of the Haoran Realm, causing a catastrophe to occur throughout the entire Haoran Realm.

It pinned down the Holy Ancestor's avatar, making it completely unable to move.

At this moment, it shot at Ning Qi again.

Whoosh!
Wooden Thorn is not flashy, but its previous two victories have been witnessed by everyone and cannot be ignored.

They also believed that no one could stop the dragon-faced cultivators anymore, or prevent the destruction of everything.

Whoosh!
The wooden spike finally pierced through the void and flew to Ning Qi's front. Its sharp tip was incomparably sharp and was about to pierce through Ning Qi.

But then, everyone's eyes widened suddenly.

They saw that the splinter turned back into a withered leaf the instant it touched Ning Qi, and Ning Qi easily caught it with two fingers!
(End of this chapter)