Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 781 - 328: A Strike from the Saint Ancestor

A subtle cyan glow radiated from the Wind God Painting.

At its initial unveiling, the artwork appeared utterly mundane, yet now it displayed its enigmatic essence, ensnaring Ning Qi's consciousness and soul.

Ning Qi felt crushed beneath the tread of the illustrated Wind God, reduced to a mere base for its path to eternal life.

In essence, the Wind God remained a mere phantasm, embodying only the painter's personal visions.

"Is this the power of the greatest Saint Ancestor in the Vast Realm?" Ning Qi whispered softly.

Abruptly, Ning Qi's awareness flared with intense light.

Landscapes and waterways flipped upside down, the cosmos inverted, the Wind God that pinned him got yanked below in a heartbeat, and Ning Qi placed his foot upon it.

With calm detachment, Ning Qi declared, "That's all there is to it!"

The artwork unveils the creator; the Wind God shown within the scroll mirrored the Saint Ancestor's mindset.

Should any other face this painting, they would inevitably succumb to the overwhelming presence and splendor of the Saint Ancestor.

For in the Mountain and Sea Realm or the Vast Realm alike, cultivators abound, yet immortals are absent!

Many aspire to soar toward the nine heavens, crushing skeletal mounds beneath their feet to claim the rank of Immortal True Immortal. Such an exalted mindset inevitably subdues all cultivators.

Ning Qi, however, stands apart. He imposes no self-restrictions, nor does he erect impossible hurdles in his way.

To average cultivators, speaking of immortality is impossible, let alone boldly aiming to eclipse the Mountain Ancestor, Sea Ancestor, or even the Saint Ancestor.

Clearly, Ning Qi escapes this common mold.

Despite his origins in a diminutive world, his spirit stretches infinitely wide and unshackled!

The scope of one's inner world hinges on the heart's breadth.

The Saint Ancestor's ambition centers on ascending as an Immortal True Immortal, whereas Ning Qi's ambitions tower far beyond.

Even amid the peril threatening the True Martial Realm's very survival, Ning Qi's pressing aim involves guiding the full True Martial Realm to consume the Mountain and Sea Realm, and the Vast Realm as well.

Upon settling these matters, Ning Qi intends a subsequent phase to propel the True Martial Realm ever onward.

He embodies the True Martial Realm, and it embodies him, hence Ning Qi's vision extends past mere Immortal True Immortal status—at minimum, it forges the True Martial Realm into an Immortal Realm!

The vast chasm between these aspirations shines clear upon comparison.

Thus, deploying this painting to quash Ning Qi and bend his will—such a feat proves utterly unattainable?

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Khong Shang Qing's hands shifted through gestures, now clasping the painting securely between both palms.

Though the Saint Ancestor granted him this Wind God Painting, laced with fragments of the Saint Ancestor's might, Khong Shang Qing required his own vigor poured in to trigger its deadly blow.

He directed the painting straight at Ning Qi, noting how Ning Qi's thoughts remained wholly drawn into the artwork, leaving him vacant of soul.

A spark danced in Khong Shang Qing's gaze as his inner power of rules kept streaming into the painting.

The Wind God Painting wields a dual-layered assault: initially, it swiftly captivates the observer's mind, and without vigilance, it may even haul in their Primordial Spirit, confining their divine core.

Next, as the foe's mind stays ensnared, the Wind God Painting unleashes a strike to exploit the vulnerability and eliminate the target, shattering their flesh.

Possessing a basic grasp of Ning Qi's history, the haughty Khong Shang Qing reluctantly acknowledged Ning Qi as likely the most alarming prodigy he had ever faced.

Furthermore, given Ning Qi's talent in crafting the Compass that identifies grid points, Khong Shang Qing regarded him as profoundly beneficial to the Vast Realm.

Khong Shang Qing lacked the means to best Ning Qi alone, yet the Saint Ancestor's gift of this painting offered salvation.

The painting's abilities aligned flawlessly with Khong Shang Qing's desires, permitting him to overcome Ning Qi while preserving his life.

Igniting the Wind God Painting's fatal strike demanded two-thirds of Khong Shang Qing's strength flooding into it.

At length, he detected the Wind God Painting quaking, brimming with the force needed to unleash its fury!

Khong Shang Qing locked eyes on Ning Qi, gripping the Wind God Painting with unyielding force, as cold beads of sweat dotted his Integration Realm features.

This revealed the immense strain involved in rousing the Wind God Painting!

"Wind God’s Slash!"

Khong Shang Qing called out quietly.

In a blink, across the full expanse of the Wind God Painting, the Wind God's silhouette stirred to life.

Cyan vigor encircled the Wind God's frame, twisting skyward in coils that snaked dragon-like around him.

Abruptly, the draconic cyan force traced the artwork's ink trails, slinking along the throat and visage, before surging fully into the Wind God's eyes.

The eyes altered in a flash, as though authentic human orbs materialized upon the canvas.

Once fixed on the firmament above, those eyes now tilted downward to fixate on Ning Qi.

Ning Qi's likeness hauntingly echoed within that gaze.

Whoosh!

A soft whisper sounded, resembling parchment being rent, then a pair of cyan dragons erupted vigorously from the painting's ocular depths.

They hailed from some alternate void, their forms half-extended beyond the scroll's edge, the remainder anchored inside, on the verge of traversing dimensions to invade this plane.

The visible portions of the cyan dragons gleamed with fine details, sheathed in layers of robust scales, shrouded in vapors and haze, with their quartet of talons flashing intermittently.

"Roar!"

Twin roars boomed across the firmament and terrain, as the duo of cyan dragons wholly detached from the scroll, their tails whipping with savage might, hurtling toward Ning Qi like bolts of azure thunder.

The farther they ventured from the canvas, the more their lengths stretched languidly; beginning shorter than mere sticks, they ballooned to span several zhang by the time they closed in on Ning Qi.

Within moments, the emptiness teemed with propitious clouds, bellowing gusts, rumbling peals, drenching showers, and flashing bolts—all conjured by the manifestation of these twin cyan dragons.

Such displays held no illusory nature, nor were they commonplace celestial omens; rather, the two cyan dragons had agitated the ambient Power of Rules to spawn these bolstering onslaughts.

The gales, thunders, downpours, and electric arcs arose adjacent to them before channeling inward, fusing seamlessly with their assault.

Indeed, the Wind God Painting inherited from the Saint Ancestor demonstrated awe-inspiring potency, not confining its fury to isolated blows like Khong Shang Qing's prior efforts, but also summoning concurrent elemental forces for a unified devastation.