Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 618 - 282: Beixuan Shaken (Part 3)
A throbbing pain pulsed in his head; the unfamiliar elder’s concealment technique was far too potent.
Even with the Beixuan Upper Sect’s expertise in tempering the Primordial Spirit, he remained unable to gauge the elder’s actual cultivation level, which deceptively appeared to be only the mid-stage of the Unity Realm.
Could Zhou Tianzi truly trust his senses?
His primary dread was that if this elder utilized that undetectable stealth art to slip away once more, the Beixuan Upper Sect would be left in a precarious position.
"Who are you exactly? What is the source of your enmity with my Beixuan Upper Sect?"
Ning Qi gestured toward the Great Power who had alerted Zhou Tianzi earlier, remarking, "Why not ask him? I have already explained myself."
Zhou Tianzi shifted his gaze toward the Great Power immediately.
That Great Power had long been paralyzed by fear of Ning Qi; out of the original thirteen Great Powers, he was the sole survivor by pure luck.
Now, finding himself the target of Ning Qi’s finger and the Ancestor’s scrutiny, he found himself lost for words.
Wouldn't repeating Ning Qi’s claims to the Ancestor simply hasten his own demise?
"Speak up! What did he say earlier?"
Zhou Tianzi radiated an aura of absolute authority, his expression masked in a layer of icy severity.
Observing his subordinate's terrified face, he realized that Ning Qi must have delivered some grave or insulting news.
Nevertheless, his curiosity burned; he needed to understand the grudge this mysterious elder held against their Sect.
The Great Power stammered, "He... he claimed to be our true founder, the one who bestowed the Void Divine Spirit Refining True Technique upon you. Ancestor, he said that when you were a child, you once relieved yourself outside his cave dwelling..."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Tianzi exploded in a fit of rage, striking the Great Power dead instantly, a move that sent shivers through the onlookers.
"Ancestor, please restrain your anger!" Zhou Qin pleaded urgently. "Our priority must be to subdue this old freak."
Zhou Tianzi turned his focus back to Ning Qi.
Since words were useless, only a fight to the death remained!
He vanished into a teleportation, moving at a velocity that pushed the limits of perception, leaving the eyes of the crowd unable to track him.
Suddenly, Zhou Tianzi materialized behind Ning Qi, his hand sweeping out to seize Ning Qi’s head.
Bolts of lightning-like rules crackled within his palm, radiating an awe-inspiring divine might that felt like a nascent world condensing in his grasp.
If this blow connected, it would surely shatter both the physical body and the Primordial Spirit.
However, Ning Qi was currently unrivaled within the Integration Realm; there was no way he could miss any of Zhou Tianzi’s movements.
"Close-quarters combat?" Ning Qi mused with a hint of astonishment.
Once they tread the Immortal Path, most Cultivators prioritize profound spells and long-range strikes, rarely choosing to engage in physical brawling.
The Integration Realm was an exception, however, as rules were woven into the very flesh, allowing Divine Techniques to manifest naturally.
Cultivators at this stage often took immense pride in their physical durability, frequently opting for hand-to-hand struggle.
Yet, Ning Qi had been an undefeated champion of close combat throughout his journey, even if he hadn't fought in such a manner for years.
By choosing to engage him physically, Zhou Tianzi had effectively picked the fastest route to his own grave.
Furthermore, Zhou Tianzi was a master of Primordial Spirit Power; abandoning it now seemed like a foolish waste of his strengths.
As Zhou Tianzi’s massive hand reached for his skull, Ning Qi caught it in an instant.
A flash of shock crossed Zhou Tianzi’s face. He couldn't comprehend how he, a master at the Perfection of the Integration Realm, could be so easily restrained.
The shock was fleeting, however, as he hooked his fingers into claws to grip Ning Qi’s hand while simultaneously swinging his other arm toward Ning Qi’s midsection.
Against such unrefined techniques, Ning Qi moved with the grace of a dragon, shifting through nine distinct forms.
In a heartbeat, Zhou Tianzi’s fatal strikes were neutralized, and he was reduced to a mere plaything under the barrage of Ning Qi’s strikes, palms, and kicks.
The Nine Offspring of the Dragon—Bian, Qiu Niu, Vengeance, Chaofeng, Pulao, Suanni, Ba Xia, Fuxi, and Chiwen—seemed to manifest with every one of Ning Qi’s motions.
A memory of practicing the True Martial Stance during his youth surfaced in his mind; with slight adjustments, they became lethal maneuvers executed with effortless precision.
In the distance, the disciples and elders of the Beixuan Upper Sect were paralyzed with shock.
Their Ancestor could have used his Primordial Spirit beast claws to keep the elder at bay, yet by engaging with his Integration Realm Perfection body, he was being pulverized without mercy.
Divine silhouettes of dragon offspring flickered through the void.
Each form burst forth from Ning Qi’s body, manifesting as majestic divine entities that swarmed Ancestor Zhou Tianzi.
The most terrifying part was that each dragon offspring caused various rules to solidify into divine shapes, leaving the heavens and earth dominated by these supreme beasts.
Meanwhile, Zhou Tianzi’s life force faded at an alarming rate. He could do nothing but let out a series of agonizing screams before his body was torn into fragments, vanishing into the emptiness.
It was as if he had been erased from existence entirely.
The survivors of the Beixuan Upper Sect watched their Ancestor dissolve into the cosmos, standing as still as wooden statues, completely dazed.
"This... this has to be a nightmare!"
It wasn't until the divine beasts, forged from the Divine Chains of Rule, lunged forward and vaporized several more people that the rest finally snapped back to reality.
"This is no dream!"
Their Ancestor had fallen in a physical struggle!
Escape was impossible; perhaps they had been doomed from the very moment this began.
Within moments, not a single soul remained alive within the Beixuan Upper Sect.
Ning Qi’s form settled in the air. He exhaled slowly; despite the long years without physical exertion, his body felt perfectly in tune.
He looked out over the ruins of the Beixuan Upper Sect with a distant gaze.
The sheer power of the Integration Realm when channeled through his true body was truly staggering.
Ning Qi let out a soft sigh; the solid foundations he had built in his past were clearly going to pay dividends in his future.
He took one final look at the Beixuan Upper Sect. Utilizing the lingering strength of his true body, he spread his Primordial Spirit Power across the entire territory, collecting every item of value before vanishing into the horizon.