Trillionfold Divine Script Scroll

Inside the cave.

The energy in the Boundary Sea churned violently, and a massive dragon shadow swept across from the gray mist.

Ning Qi was behind, while the Holy Ancestor's avatar and the will of the Vast Realm were in front.

The Holy Ancestor's avatar and the will of the Vast Realm joined forces once again, instantly creating a massive wall of energy in front of the three of them.

The wall of energy solidified in the blink of an eye, exuding a majestic, solid, and unshakeable aura, attempting to block the massive dragon shadow that swept towards them.

However, the enormous dragon shadow swept across the energy wall without the expected powerful collision.

This time, it had no physical form and easily swept past the energy wall, then passed through the bodies of the three people.

Immediately afterwards, it spread throughout the entire cave space like an illusory energy.

Ning Qi and the other two were slightly taken aback.

The three of them had already appeared inside the dragon's shadow, which was moving through space, and it was as if the three of them had been swallowed up by it.

Having just followed Ning Qi's advice, the Vast Realm had drawn gray mist energy from the Boundary Sea into the cave space, but it was no longer effective in suppressing the dragon shadow!

Upon seeing this, both the Holy Ancestor's avatar and the will of the Vast Realm turned to look at Ning Qi.

After all, Ning Qi's suggestion had been useful, but now it was ineffective for some reason.

Ning Qi frowned slightly upon seeing this.

He looked ahead.

The dragon-faced cultivator used the branches of the Jianmu seedling as the foundation of the dragon. Ning Qi had already experimented with the Jianmu seedling. The Jianmu seedling itself particularly disliked the energy of the Boundary Sea, so it would actively shrink when it touched the energy of the Boundary Sea.

But now, the dragon-faced cultivator has formed hand seals and used Secret Method to suppress the nature of the Jianmu seedling.

The dragon-faced cultivator had somehow risen into the air and was now arrogantly looking down at the three of them.

His hands did not stop forming hand seals; with a flick of his right hand, the ancient and simple Daoist sacred diagram slowly opened.

A series of blurry ancient saintly figures emerged, and suddenly, strands of various colored immortal power emanated from the image, penetrating into the dragon-faced cultivator's body, making his aura even more ethereal.

Ning Qi squinted.

It seems that the power of the ancient sacred map's true form freed the dragon from the suppression of the Boundary Sea's energy.

Rumble!

The next second, a tiny spatial passage opened above the dragon-faced cultivator's head.

The three of them looked over and discovered that the phantom image of Mount Buzhou was reflected in the spatial passage.

Clearly, the dragon-faced cultivator had established a spatial connection with the illusory image of Mount Buzhou.

As the spatial passage was established, a trace of earth-shattering power also surged into this place from within the illusory image of Mount Buzhou!

Even more terrifying, that spatial node was slowly expanding, and faintly, above the illusory image of Mount Buzhou, a tiny mountain shadow seemed to be beginning to condense.

Ning Qi and the other two were immediately taken aback.

Judging from the situation, the Mountain Ancestor seems to be preparing to separate a smaller phantom of Mount Buzhou and project it over.

Having witnessed the fates of the War Realm and the Mountain and Sea Realm, the three dared not allow the dragon-faced cultivator ahead to accomplish this.

"Zhili, do everything in your power to seal off the spatial passage he opened!"

The Holy Ancestor's Avatar.

The will of the Vast Realm remained silent, exerting its strength in quiet effort, until sweat beaded on its forehead.

Ahead, above the dragon-faced cultivator's head, the opened spatial passage instantly shrank.

"It's useless!"

The dragon-faced cultivator sneered.

"You are merely the will of a realm, and your teacher, the Holy Ancestor, is not even here. How can you possibly stop me?"

After he finished speaking, he gripped the ancient Dao Sacred Map with even greater force with his right hand, and even more immortal power surged into his body from within.

The space passage that had just shrunk slowly expanded again!

Upon seeing this, the Holy Ancestor's avatar suddenly flew towards the dragon-faced cultivator.

However, he had only flown a short distance when a wall of dragon scales appeared in front of him, and the Holy Ancestor's clone was instantly bounced back.

If Ning Qi hadn't pressed a palm against his back, the Holy Ancestor's clone would have rolled as far away as possible like a sandbag.

"Cough!"

The Holy Ancestor's clone couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of golden blood.

The dragon's shadow scales did not merely deflect it; they also secretly injured the Holy Ancestor's avatar.

Ning Qi looked at the spot where the Saint Ancestor's clone had collided, where a patch of yellowish-brown dragon scales was slowly fading away.

On it, there are faint root-like things wriggling, which are the changes that have occurred in the leaves of the Jianmu seedling!

"Teacher!"

The will of the Vast Realm glanced back at the Holy Ancestor's avatar.

The Holy Ancestor regained his footing and said, "Never mind me. Your main objective now is to sever his connection with the illusory image of Mount Buzhou!"

Upon hearing this, the will of the Vast Realm had no choice but to continue focusing on closing the spatial passage!

The dragon-faced cultivator dealt with the will of the Vast Realm while also glancing at the Holy Ancestor's avatar and Ning Qi, appearing quite at ease.

"Too weak, you guys are too weak!"

The contemptuous tone echoed within the cavern, even penetrating outwards.

At this moment, it seemed that the entire Vast Realm could hear the voice of the dragon-faced cultivator.

Vast Realm.

After the illusory image of Mount Buzhou completely adhered to the boundary wall of the Haoran Realm, the entire Haoran Realm trembled.

It's like a ball hitting a giant mountain, constantly trembling.

Within the Vast Realm, hundreds of cultivators from the Spirit Domain had finally returned to the Vast Realm, believing they were now safe.

But unexpectedly, even the vast Vast Realm is now facing annihilation.

All the cultivators looked toward the source of the tremor. Due to the barrier of the boundary, most of them were unaware of what had happened, but a silent panic took root in everyone's hearts.

The cultivators, including Sword Ancestor Zhao Yujun, who were stationed near the boundary wall, had already flown into the air.

Although their bodies were detached from the earth and suspended in the air, they were still swaying violently.

Faced with such a massive divine mountain as the illusory image of Mount Buzhou, how could they, as cultivators, possibly contend with it?

Jiang Yingchu, the sect leader of the Haoran Immortal Sect, has also brought many Dao Integration cultivators from the Haoran Immortal Sect to stay here with Sword Ancestor and others.

At this moment, they all looked at Jiang Yingchu, seemingly at a loss for what to do.

"Metropolitan!"

"Sect Master, what should we do now?"

Jiang Yingchu looks terrible, what should we do?

He wanted to know what to do, but who could he ask?

He had secretly used the token to contact the Realm Lord and the Saint Ancestor's avatar remaining in the Vast Realm, but the Realm Lord did not show himself at all, nor did he send out even a single avatar, and the Saint Ancestor's avatar did not respond at all.

Seeing that many cultivators were watching him, Jiang Yingchu had no choice but to say in order to calm everyone down:

"Rest assured, the Realm Lord and the Holy Ancestor will not abandon us; they are certainly fighting the enemy!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's emotions visibly calmed down somewhat.

However, the next moment, a loud voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Too weak, you guys are too weak!"

The unfamiliar voice was filled with contempt.

All the cultivators turned to look behind them, and their expressions changed drastically.

Whose voice is this?

"The sound seems to be coming from the direction of the Holy Sect?"

"Sect Leader Jiang, who is this person?"

Upon hearing the voice, Jiang Yingchu and all the Haoran Immortal Sect cultivators who had come here were all deeply shaken.

Jiang Yingchu's expression changed several times. As the sect leader, he knew the situation inside the Haoran Immortal Sect best.

This voice doesn't belong to anyone from the Haoran Immortal Sect, yet it's appearing within the sect now. Neither the Realm Lord nor the Saint Ancestor's avatar has responded. Could it be...?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yingchu felt a sense of fear creep into her heart!

But as the person who currently holds the highest public position, he still has to pretend to be calm and reassure everyone.

"This is a tactic used by the enemy to sow discord among the people of our realm; do not let it shake your resolve!"

As he was explaining, the entire sky above the Vast Realm suddenly darkened.

Everyone couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Suddenly, a scene appeared in the sky above the Vast Realm.

In the scene, the illusory image of the Vast Realm's will is covered in sweat, gritting its teeth as it fights against something.

The Holy Ancestor's avatar was steadied by a young cultivator, who had just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

In the center of that scene, a burly figure wearing a dragon-shaped mask floated in the air, exuding various immortal auras and holding an absolute advantage.

"???"

"!!!"

Jiang Yingchu naturally saw the scene in the air as well, and he instantly lost his voice.

The image projected in the sky showed what the two strongest beings in the Vast Realm were doing, and this realistic scene was also reflected in everyone's hearts, which had just been calmed down.

"Those are the World Lord and the Holy Ancestor, venerable elders?"

"Are they injured?"

"This can't be true. The Holy Ancestor and the World Lord are the strongest. How could they be at a disadvantage?"

All the cultivators in the Vast Realm felt as if their idols had collapsed. Some with weak wills instantly knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

Panic instantly spread throughout the Vast Realm; at this moment, nothing anyone said seemed to make a difference.

Sword Ancestor and Zhao Yujun, among others, did not share the same despair as the people of the Vast Realm.

Their gazes fell on the young man behind the Holy Ancestor, and their eyes lit up.

"Why would Fellow Daoist Ning be there?" Zhao Yujun's azure eyes were filled with confusion.

The cultivators who had always followed Ning Qi, including Sword Ancestor, were quite excited.

"It's the sect leader!"

"It's the Domain Lord!"

Their jubilation stood in stark contrast to the despair of the cultivators in the Vast Realm.

Sword Ancestor and Qi Keqing, however, frowned slightly.

The scene before us was clearly a projection intentionally made by the masked man in the center onto the sky above the Vast Realm.

It was neither the war zone they had left before, nor the illusory image of Mount Buzhou, but an unfamiliar place.

The two were extremely puzzled. After Ning Qi let them enter the Vast Realm, Ning Qi stayed in the War Realm. Why was he appearing in that place in the scene?

Of course, both of them were also on tenterhooks.

After all, judging from the scene, both the Holy Ancestor's avatar and the will of the Vast Realm were at a disadvantage.

With both sides at a disadvantage, wouldn't Ning Qi be...?

Let's return our focus to the cave space.

Neither the Holy Ancestor's avatar nor Ning Qi knew what had happened.

On the contrary, the will of the Vast Realm, while continuing to fight against the dragon-faced cultivator, transmitted its voice to the two of them:

"This is bad! The enemy has projected everything that happened here into the Vast Realm, allowing all living beings in the Vast Realm to see it!"

Upon hearing this, the Holy Ancestor's avatar gritted his teeth.

He felt more passive than ever before!

The war in the spirit world has long since deviated from his imagination.

He glanced at Ning Qi beside him and transmitted his voice, "Kid, bring out whatever tricks you have up your sleeve. There's no need to hold back anymore."

Ning Qi remained silent.

This clone of his was formed from his heart's blood and the power of the realm, and was originally created to explore the Vast Realm ahead of others.

Ning Qi did not make a move against the dragon-faced attendant before him. He knew that even if this clone made a move, it would be useless and would only lead to its own destruction.

Fortunately, his true form is secretly guiding the True Martial Spirit World, which has already merged with the Mountain and Sea Realm, to quietly move towards the Vast Realm, and his reincarnated body is also about to arrive in the Vast Realm.

The Holy Ancestor's avatar looked at the silent Ning Qi and found that his gaze remained as calm as ever.

For some reason, he also calmed down.

"Alright, you're even more patient than me. I just hope you'll step in and resolve everything in the end. For now, I can still hold him off for a while!"

The Holy Ancestor walked forward again, leaving Ning Qi with a resolute and unwavering back view.

The Holy Ancestor stretched out his right hand, using his fingers as a brush. Blood condensed at his fingertips as he slowly and powerfully wrote a huge "gate" character in the air!

After finishing writing the words for the door, the Holy Ancestor suddenly pulled his hands toward the void.

Suddenly, it was as if the void had been opened up, revealing a space.

Inside the space, in front of a quiet courtyard, an antique desk is set with the Four Treasures of the Study, and behind it, bookshelves are piled high with countless paintings and calligraphy.

The Holy Ancestor gently beckoned to him.

Immediately, all the calligraphy and paintings displayed on the bookshelf moved at once.

The next second, all the books and paintings automatically detached from the bookshelves and flew across space towards the Holy Ancestor.

Countless paintings and calligraphy fell around the Holy Ancestor, swirling around him continuously.

From afar, the dragon-faced cultivator, witnessing this scene, glanced down at the ancient Dao Sacred Diagram in his hand and said disdainfully:

"Are you still going to put up a stubborn resistance? What use are all the other paintings and calligraphies you have, besides this original copy of the Ancient Dao Sacred Map?"

The Holy Ancestor's clone ignored him.

Instead, he gently stroked the void, his expression one of fascination, as if he had touched something most precious.

He said slowly, "This is the culmination of my life's work. Now that the survival of the Vast Realm is imminent, it's time for them to play their part. In any case, if the Vast Realm perishes, they will also perish."

Ning Qi gazed quietly at the back of the Holy Ancestor, and at the calligraphy and paintings that had enveloped and surrounded him.

At a glance, the paintings and calligraphy, large and small, were all neatly arranged, totaling three thousand scrolls!

Snap!

With a flick of his finger, the Emperor opened all the calligraphy and paintings at the same instant.

In an instant, the gray cavern space, inside the enormous dragon's body, was filled with blooming flowers!

Golden divine runes automatically crawled out from between the book pages, hundreds of millions of characters resembling snakes, Vines, and chains, climbing towards the four directions of space.

It seems that every inch of space is occupied by divine runes...

And then, paintings of varying sizes were unfolded.

The scroll floats, projecting a series of scenes.

Spring, summer, autumn, winter...

Plains, mountains, green fields, deserts...

Flowers, grasses, trees...

Streams, rivers, great rivers, oceans...

A catalog of all living beings, demons and monsters...

Scenes of the past, historical figures stepping out of the scroll one by one...

Scenes from paintings are projected into reality; some seem like illusions, others are real; some are magnificent and beautiful, while others harbor terror and murderous intent...

The entire cave space was originally unremarkable, but now it seems to have brought the entire world's scenery, all living beings, and everything else into this small space.

Divine runes filled the space, emitting a faint golden glow.

The sound of chanting and recitation continuously emanated from the void.

It may be a truth, a poem, or a magnificent piece of writing...

All the power suddenly converged and attacked the dragon-faced cultivator.

This attack brought together all the knowledge in the world, art and humanities, and all the sights in the world, dazzling and magnificent to the extreme!