Chapter 179: Ning Qi Takes Action
As the Savage Emperor’s words fell, all the flowers, plants, and trees on True Profound Mountain stagnated. The wind no longer flowed, the void seemed to have frozen, and everyone’s bodies stiffened, not daring to make the slightest movement.
An invisible baleful aura was spreading.
The Savage Emperor’s gaze was indifferent as he stood with hands behind his back, looking at White Mountain Old Daoist with a hint of dissatisfaction.
The Dark Black Heavenly Wolf howled at the sky, its ferocious intent completely locking onto him.
White Mountain Old Daoist was no longer as relaxed as before. He exhaled and spoke, the True Xuan Seal blooming with even denser light, the Dao Patterns on it seeming to come alive:
“Please grant me your guidance, Savage Emperor.”
Evidently.
This Savage Emperor was even stronger than Baoshu Buddha.
Even though none of them had recovered to their peak, the difference in their understanding of the Martial Way alone was enough to unleash completely different powers.
The Savage Emperor said nothing, merely stepping forward.
In an instant.
Black Flame burned on the Dark Black Heavenly Wolf, its divine might even more majestic. The Heavenly Wolf roared, spitting out a pitch-black beam of light. Along its path, tiny spatial rifts appeared, heart-palpitating, like a chain to hook away one’s soul.
The True Xuan Seal grew massively against the storm, Dao Patterns manifesting mountains and trees upon it.
The congregation was all greatly shocked. Upon closer inspection, that anomaly’s appearance was clearly True Profound Mountain beneath their feet!
White Mountain Old Daoist showed no underestimation from the start, completely different from the casual ease when dealing with Baoshu Buddha earlier.
The majestic True Profound Mountain anomaly suppressed down, the void stagnating, but the beam spat by the Heavenly Wolf was indestructible.
Crack!
A tiny shattering sound rang out.
The congregation horror-struck discovered that True Profound Mountain was directly pierced through, a fist-sized hole appearing, and in the blink of an eye, countless cracks spread from that hole across True Profound Mountain like a fierce spider web, then with a bang, True Profound Mountain instantly exploded.
But that pitch-black beam still had remaining force, continuing to charge toward the True Xuan Seal.
White Mountain Old Daoist’s expression was solemn.
His fingertips pinched a Dao formula, the True Xuan Seal shaking nine times in succession, circles of ripples spreading outward, finally dissipating that pitch-black beam entirely into nothingness.
The True Profound Sect disciples all broke into a cold sweat.
The two clashed, seemingly evenly matched, but it was clear White Mountain Old Daoist was slightly strained.
The Savage Emperor faintly smiled:
“True Monarch, you can still consider this emperor’s suggestion. Otherwise, I’m afraid things won’t end well today.”
White Mountain Old Daoist’s eyes shone with unprecedented brilliance, his competitive spirit ignited for the first time.
“Good! As expected of the Savage Emperor who dominated in those days. Seeing you today lives up to your reputation. This old Daoist wants to see just how things won’t end well today!”
He reached out and swept, the Heavenly Crane Tree landing at his side. Strands of light gathered upon it, and this thoroughly dead tree actually gained a trace of vitality, making Baoshu Buddha’s eyes fill with disbelief and even deeper gloom.
A wisp of vitality from the Heavenly Crane Tree fused into the True Xuan Seal.
The next instant.
An elegant and ethereal crane cry rang out.
Beneath the True Xuan Seal, a Pure White Crane stood in the void, its posture incomparably graceful. The True Xuan Seal continuously shrank, held in the crane’s beak, their auras merging. Compared to the Dark Black Heavenly Wolf, it was not inferior in the slightest.
“Try again!” White Mountain Old Daoist laughed boldly.
Savage Emperor’s eyes showed astonishment, then admiration:
“Worthily the True Profound True Monarch. It seems you’re not far from that step either.”
These words made Baoshu Buddha’s gaze even darker.
Above the horizon.
The Immortal Crane took the initiative, wings spreading like Divine Sword Descending. Streams of sharp white light rained down, the void trembling, black spots appearing, contrasting with the white light in a scene filled with eerie beauty.
Black Flame erupted before the Heavenly Wolf out of nowhere, burning the threads of light rain into nothingness.
In an instant.
Terrifying fluctuations erupted as the Immortal Crane and Heavenly Wolf fought fiercely, truly like two Beast Emperors in life-and-death combat, claws and fangs tearing the void, heart-shaking to behold.
The scene had reached a stalemate.
The Savage Emperor’s gaze gradually turned grave as he stared at White Mountain Old Daoist, sincerely sighing:
“True Monarch, you’re even more formidable than this emperor imagined.”
White Mountain Old Daoist smiled faintly:
“After so many years, naturally I couldn’t waste them. If there was no progress at all, wouldn’t I be no different from trash?”
These words were normal, but to Baoshu Buddha’s ears, they were piercingly harsh, as if deliberately mocking him.
His expression chilled as he stepped forward.
Before the Savage Emperor could act, he had already summoned the Glazed Treasure Tree first.
“Let’s see just how much you’ve progressed!”
The Glazed Treasure Tree bloomed with seven-colored light, a Buddha Palm condensing, carrying boundless might as it suppressed toward the Immortal Crane battling the Heavenly Wolf.
White Mountain Old Daoist flew into rage:
“Bao Shu Bald Donkey, have you no shame?”
The Savage Emperor also frowned slightly. They were in the midst of a duel, and he was preparing to use his means to overpower White Mountain Old Daoist, only for Baoshu Buddha to intervene. Even if he suppressed White Mountain Old Daoist this way, it would be an unchivalrous victory, not matching his usual style.
He was about to speak when Baoshu Buddha’s telepathic communication arrived first:
“Savage Emperor, right now you and I should join hands to quickly take down this old Daoist, then force him to swear an oath. Otherwise, delays breed changes, and if others arrive, today’s matter will fall through.”
The Savage Emperor fell silent at once.
Ultimately acquiescing.
“Boom!!”
A heaven-shaking explosion echoed over True Profound Mountain.
Originally, the few combatants had all held back, but now with Baoshu Buddha’s move breaking the balance, the Buddha Palm suppressed, and the Immortal Crane seized by the Heavenly Wolf for bites and strikes. Those power fluctuations immediately leaked outward, and even mere aftershocks left everyone horrified.
Some Martial Artists with lower cultivation were oppressed to the point of bleeding from all seven orifices.
The three True Persons of True Profound Sect changed expression and immediately acted to protect the arriving guests. Otherwise, mass deaths would leave True Profound Sect without a foothold.
The other Heavenly Human Realm Experts also moved one after another.
Dragon Mountain Daoist’s expression sharpened as he protected the True Martial Disciples while also shielding nearby guests without Heavenly Human Realm Experts, immediately drawing grateful gazes.
But everyone’s hearts were all uneasy.
The current situation wasn’t great.
With Baoshu Buddha and Savage Emperor ganging up, White Mountain Old Daoist was likely no match.
White Mountain Old Daoist’s eyes blazed with fury:
“Good! Very good! I should have slapped that shameless bald donkey like you to death back then!”
He endured immense pressure. Though Baoshu Buddha was somewhat inferior to him, he was ultimately a powerhouse of the same level, not to mention the Savage Emperor who was vaguely stronger. Even with heaven-piercing ability, it was impossible for him to fight two alone.
The Immortal Crane was besieged by the Heavenly Wolf and Treasure Tree, teetering on collapse. White feathers were torn off one by one, its appearance growing disheveled. The True Xuan Seal charged out again, trying to resist the pressure from the Glazed Treasure Tree, but this time it was directly swept away by the Treasure Tree’s seven-colored Buddha Light.
The scene changed in an instant.
But the hearts of True Profound Sect’s congregation slowly sank.
The momentum was bad.
At this rate, their ancestor was likely to lose.
White Mountain Old Daoist’s eyes flashed with cold lightning, staring fixedly at Baoshu Buddha, but the latter had a smug curl at his lips, ignoring him entirely. Seeing White Mountain Old Daoist gradually become disheveled filled him with great pleasure.
The Savage Emperor continued persuading:
“What does True Monarch think?”
This time White Mountain Old Daoist directly exploded:
“Scram!”
His Daoist crown shattered, white hair wildly dancing. His figure rose step by step, about to enter the fray personally. His voice was icy:
“I call you Savage Emperor out of respect. Otherwise, you’re no different from pigs, dogs, cattle, or sheep—what does it have to do with me? Since you’re forcing me, prepare for death!”
His temperament was unyielding, disliking threats. Now being ridden over the head, he’d rather shatter like jade than remain whole like pottery.
White Mountain Old Daoist’s aura surged, a wondrous aura reviving on his body.
The Savage Emperor had been gloomy upon hearing White Mountain Old Daoist’s scolding, but seeing his aura suddenly change, his expression drastically altered. He couldn’t help shouting:
“True Profound, the timing isn’t right yet. Do you want to die?!”
White Mountain Old Daoist roared:
“Then die together!”
He appeared deranged. Baoshu Buddha coldly said:
“I don’t believe he’ll destroy ten thousand years of cultivation just like that!”
But seeing White Mountain Old Daoist show no signs of stopping, he finally panicked somewhat, with regret in his heart. He never imagined White Mountain Old Daoist’s temperament to be so unyielding and mad. The Savage Emperor also glared at Baoshu Buddha, feeling himself pitted too.
Everyone’s hearts shuddered, as if something terrifying was about to happen.
At this moment.
A long dragon roar sounded, drawing everyone’s gazes. All were stunned to see a White True Dragon rising from deep within True Profound Mountain, wrapped in clouds and mist, divine might extraordinary, then directly plunging into the battlefield.
This sudden change left everyone dumbfounded.
“Rumble!”
The massive sound snapped everyone’s souls back.
The True Dragon roared, actually knocking the Glazed Buddha Tree askew. The two entangled, opening a new battlefield. The Immortal Crane, under immense pressure, breathed a sigh of relief and tangled with the Heavenly Wolf again.
“This is… another Ancient Saint?” This was everyone’s instinctive reaction.
All the guests were delighted, especially True Profound Sect’s people.
Though this Ancient Saint hadn’t revealed his true appearance, from the current situation, he was clearly here to aid True Profound Daoist Lord.
Dragon Mountain Daoist’s eyes held slight doubt.
He scanned the surroundings again but still saw no sign of Ning Qi. Yet instinct told him this suddenly appearing White True Dragon likely had a great connection to Ning Qi. His eyes held both shock and relief.
This White True Dragon was naturally Ning Qi’s handiwork.
After the Savage Emperor arrived, he sensed something amiss and quietly vanished, preparing to support at any time. He didn’t want to inexplicably stir trouble, but White Mountain Old Daoist had treated him well, and he also wanted information on the Martial Saint Realm from him. For sentiment and reason, he couldn’t ignore it.
The reason he acted only now was that he’d been comprehending the power operation of the Heavenly Wolf and Immortal Crane.
After witnessing the two Ancient Saints’ methods, he realized his own use of Martial Saint Power was indeed crude. Applying what he learned now made the white dragon condensed from Martial Saint Power in the King Yu Bead much stronger.
Charging out now, though not matching the Heavenly Wolf or Immortal Crane, had no issue blocking the Glazed Treasure Tree.
Above the horizon.
It had become two battlefields.
The Heavenly Wolf and Immortal Crane in combat, while the True Dragon intercepted the Buddha Tree.
Baoshu Buddha and Savage Emperor’s expressions both changed, especially Baoshu Buddha. Sensing the immense pressure from the White True Dragon, he knew this was likely a powerhouse not inferior to himself. He felt stifled yet shocked.
Savage Emperor’s eyes flashed divine light, scanning around:
“Which old friend has come? Please show yourself!”
But there was no movement around, no clues where his gaze fell.
Baoshu Buddha coldly snorted:
“Someone of our generation, needing to hide his head and show his tail?”
Those with such power now could hardly be modern people—most likely the same kind as them.
But still no response.
Instead, the White True Dragon grew fiercer. Baoshu Buddha was shocked in his heart; he felt the White True Dragon continuously growing in battle, bringing greater pressure every moment. Now the True Dragon’s body swelled massively, about to coil around the Buddha Tree and snap it apart!
White Mountain Old Daoist said nothing.
The shock in his heart was no less than the others.
Because he distinctly sensed a familiar aura from that White True Dragon.
“Young Ning?!”
Even after many reincarnations, this moment shattered his worldview.
An eleven-year-old youth actually possessed such world-shaking, horrifying strength?
Note that he wasn’t some reincarnated old monster, but a genuine youth.
He had already overestimated Ning Qi as much as possible, but when this scene appeared, he was still inevitably startled.
“Dao Ancestor above, what kind of prodigious monster is this!”
Eight-year-old White Mist Realm, and eleven-year-old rivaling Martial Saint—these were completely different concepts, the gap between unmeasurable!
After observing for a moment, he was utterly certain the one acting was Ning Qi.
He even suspected that trace of aura was deliberately released by Ning Qi to confirm his identity and avoid friendly fire. Seeing Baoshu Buddha and Savage Emperor’s uncertain suspicion now, he inwardly felt great satisfaction.
White Mountain Old Daoist’s aura gradually calmed.
With a turnaround, he naturally no longer needed to go all out.
The Immortal Crane rallied and fought the Heavenly Wolf. This time White Mountain Old Daoist struck with fury, even more ruthless. Crane wings like swords slashed at the Heavenly Wolf, tearing a long rift in the void. In great anger, his might increased yet further.
The Savage Emperor dared not divide attention. He was confident that going all out, defeating True Profound Old Daoist wouldn’t be hard, but the identity of this intervener was undetermined, leaving him wary.
“Buddha Venerable, you block this person. I’ll handle True Profound!” he said in a low voice.
But Baoshu Buddha’s face flushed red:
“I’ll try.”
The Glazed Treasure Tree was coiled by the True Dragon. No matter his efforts, he couldn’t break free. Much of the seven-colored Buddha Light was devoured by the White True Dragon. This hidden person’s use of Martial Saint Power shocked him; it started unremarkable but now grew ever stronger.
He absolutely refused to believe someone could grow so vastly in such short time. There was only one explanation.
That was, this person was toying with him.
