Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 780 - 327: Saint Ancestor’s Wind God Painting (Part 3)

Previously on Cultivating with Top Enlightenment...
Khong Shan Qing unleashed a massive dark green tornado infused with the Wind Rule, charging toward Ning Qi in a bid to devour him. Ning Qi countered by integrating his own profound Wind Rule mastery, causing the tornado to reverse and violently eject the shocked Khong Shan Qing, leaving him bloodied and defeated. The observing cultivators from the three armies and Langya Domain forces stared in awe at Ning Qi's superior strength, revering him as divine. Ning Qi indifferently questioned the injured Khong Shan Qing about his origins and discipleship under the Vast Immortal Sect's ancestor.

Upon hearing these words, Kuang Shanqing felt a touch of astonishment, surprised that Ning Qi had pulled such details from Qianying.

It appeared Qianying had likely undergone a soul search at Ning Qi's hands. He had zero intention of sharing Qianying's fate!

With that thought crossing his mind, Kuang Shanqing abruptly clutched an item in his palm.

Ning Qi's eyes turned toward it, recognizing a fine scroll encased in a blue sheath.

Its breadth surpassed the span of Kuang Shanqing's hand by merely two inches, and its girth matched that of a typical peasant's dough roller.

A grave look etched Kuang Shanqing's face, and as he drew forth the scroll, his gaze overflowed with boundless veneration.

He declared, "Ning Qi, I acknowledge your power outstrips my own, but I won't accept that this scroll can't touch you at all!"

Boundless assurance swelled in Kuang Shanqing toward this scroll.

Ning Qi's gaze flickered briefly. Though the scroll looked plain, tying it to Kuang Shanqing's past, this artifact he trusted deeply had to be a gift from the Vast Realm's Saint Ancestor!

A subtle disturbance rippled across Ning Qi's previously serene and steady heart.

The prize this time proved truly immense; Ning Qi never foresaw he'd catch a hint of the rival Saint Ancestor's might!

Precisely how formidable was the Saint Ancestor? An intense curiosity gripped Ning Qi!

"Bring it on!" Ning Qi challenged Kuang Shanqing.

Kuang Shanqing's grip on the scroll quivered abruptly.

This was the Wind God Painting bestowed upon him by the Saint Ancestor!

His existing cultivation and rank as Domain Master all originated from this artwork gifted by the Saint Ancestor.

Yet, from acquiring the painting up to the present, even with relentless daily study, he'd grasped only a single percent of its secrets.

Full comprehension wouldn't lift him to the Saint Ancestor's heights regardless; the painting was simply an offhand creation by the Saint Ancestor.

Kuang Shanqing hated deploying it save in utmost desperation, yet confronting the horrifically potent Ning Qi left him no option but to unveil it!

Kuang Shanqing's fingers flexed, pouring his Wind Dao Rule into the painting.

Vaguely, a seal atop the painting seemed to dissolve.

In a flash, Ning Qi vanished and reappeared at Kuang Shanqing's rear.

Bolstered by the painting he clutched, Kuang Shanqing responded with astonishing swiftness, detecting Ning Qi's spot immediately, spinning about with a contemptuous smirk, "Useless, you can’t escape anywhere!"

Ning Qi held his tongue; he wasn't fleeing but aware that the spot behind him was taken by the Profound Truth Realm's three armies.

Should he linger there and the artifact's assault proved overwhelmingly fierce, he might evade it, but if the forces behind failed to, devastation would follow.

Even separated by twenty miles, Ning Qi dared not predict the destructive force of the painting Kuang Shanqing wielded!

For Kuang Shanqing's demeanor radiated such overwhelming certainty!

Ning Qi circulated mystical arts across his form, igniting the Realm Power from the Mountain and Sea Realm and subtly forging a bond with his core essence.

Finally, the Wind God Painting in Kuang Shanqing's hold unfurled, unrolling into a canvas five feet broad and ten feet extensive.

Ning Qi fixed his stare on the painting.

Therein lay a somewhat crude and elementary outline.

Though composed of scant lines, inks and hues sketched a basic humanoid shape.

The shape harnessed winds, soaring across the nine heavens—the Wind God!

As the painting's complete form emerged before his eyes, Ning Qi found himself instantly ensnared by the depiction.

Despite its rudimentary style, the image abruptly pulsed with infinite vitality.

Ning Qi sensed his awareness sucked into the artwork, morphing into the gusts beneath the Wind God's soles, bearing him directly toward the nine heavens.

The Wind God cleaved the Celestial Realm with one palm strike, demolished the Immortal Door, massacred innumerous immortal shades, and in the end, ascended to Immortal True Immortal!

Meanwhile, he devolved into the funerary breeze under its steps, heaped with ceaseless pale skeletons...