Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2222 143: Fierce Battle (Part 4)

Two hands, each possessing six fingers, pressed firmly against the Dao Domain and the shimmering pink radiance, their withered flesh erupting with sudden power!

Inch by inch, the massive hands forced back the Black Water Dao Domain and the swarm of pink flowing lights...

Beneath the towering form, a figure clad in a blue robe stood undisturbed and silent, watching the distance with tranquil eyes.

"This, this is..."

"A Tribulation Crossing Divine Corpse!"

The Joyful Spirit Saintess let out a soft cry of pure astonishment.

The realization hit her instantly, causing her expression to shift violently; without a moment's delay, she prepared to turn and flee!

The myriad of pink lights began a rapid retreat!

But in the following breath.

"Seal!"

A resonant voice commanded.

The body of the Joyful Spirit Saintess shuddered violently!

Suddenly, her garments fell away!

In a maneuver resembling a cicada shedding its skin, her form glided effortlessly from the plain white robes, her skin as smooth as white lotus root.

However, a large brush emerged from between Wang Ba's brows, rapidly etching the character for 'Seal' into the empty air!

The 'Seal' character flickered out of sight, only to instantly manifest upon the body of the Joyful Spirit Saintess, who had just performed her escape!

Her entire frame froze in an instant!

As if she understood her fate, a look of profound terror filled her gaze.

"No..."

A moment later.

A brilliant light of a treasure flared and died upon her person, followed by a pale golden sword light that silently transfixed her forehead...

A singular, tiny bead of crimson blood welled up from the wound.

It lent a touch of dark beauty to her exquisite face.

But those captivating eyes slowly lost their luster, leaving behind only a lingering shadow of resentment...

Whoosh—

A violent gust swept through, and her physical form vanished into nothingness.

Nothing remained but a trace of deathly aura fueled by spite, along with several Dao treasures and storage magical treasures that tumbled downward.

Drawn in by a silent vacuum, the items were quickly swept into a wide sleeve.

Wang Ba pulled his sleeve back and stood motionless, calmly turning his gaze.

He looked toward the distant Fan Yuxian.

Caught in that emotionless stare, Fan Yuxian felt a cold shiver run up his spine!

A wave of absolute dread seized his consciousness!

Without hesitation, he spun around and bolted into the murky depths of the darkness.

Shielded by the six fingers of the Divine Corpse, Wang Ba watched his flight with indifference, and in the next heartbeat, divine patterns manifested at his side...

A few moments passed.

Fan Yuxian’s eyes turned vacant as his body collapsed silently before Wang Ba.

While still in the air, he crumbled into a cloud of dust, which the winds of Zhang's Ruins quickly carried away...

After gathering the spoils from Fan Yuxian's demise, Wang Ba looked with a slight frown at the damaged six fingers of the Divine Corpse. He channeled all the death aura left by the Joyful Spirit Saintess and Fan Yuxian into the skeletal hand before stowing it away.

Surveying the area, he saw that the cliffs within the dark abyss were now unrecognizable.

Wang Ba’s eyes shifted as he fell into brief thought.

Suddenly, he utilized the Wind-Driving Staff to alter the local Qi and created further signs of destruction in the vicinity.

Once he was certain no traces of his own Qi remained, he masked his presence, determined the path to the Yin Ruins Arena, and flew swiftly toward it.

After traveling for some time.

Feeling secure, Wang Ba shook his sleeve and released the Tenth Son of Yin.

The Tenth Son of Yin scrambled out, his face etched with gravity as he scanned the surroundings:

"Sir, you must escape quickly, I'll... wait, where did they go?"

Wang Ba offered a relaxed grin:

"My speed isn't half bad; I managed to lose them. Or perhaps they were intimidated by Taoist Friend Penglai and chose not to pursue. I'm not sure of the way to the Yin Ruins Arena, so I'll need your guidance."

"You... you lost them?"

The Tenth Son of Yin was stunned, instinctively doubting such a feat.

Instead, he reasoned that the two pursuers likely feared provoking a Tribulation Cultivator of the Yin Family and decided to retreat.

A sense of pride swelled within him, and he spoke with dignity:

"Do not fret, sir! With our ancestors present, those two will certainly have to answer for today's insult!"

Wang Ba simply gave a small laugh and replied vaguely:

"That is good to hear. Do you still remember the path?"

Hearing this, the Tenth Son of Yin said with confidence:

"Rest easy, sir. I shall summon the boatman immediately."

He then produced his Token and whispered into it.

Indeed, the coast was clear; the parties from Spirit Origin Prefecture and Illusion Sky Realm had not followed.

The pair waited for the arrival of the Yin Family's Flying Boat.

Before long, they were met not only by the vessel but also by the Ninth Ancestor of the Yin Family, Yin Penglai.

Upon spotting Wang Ba, Yin Penglai descended before them, his face clouded with concern:

"Taoist Friend Taiyi, are you harmed?"

Wang Ba answered with a faint smile:

"Fortunately, luck was with me. By flying aimlessly, I managed to give them the slip."

Yin Penglai studied Wang Ba intensely for a moment before speaking in a hushed tone:

"Are you aware, Taoist Friend, that the two from Spirit Origin Prefecture and Illusion Sky Realm... both perished not long ago, one after the other?"

"What?!"

Wang Ba appeared stunned, saying with disbelief:

"Those two were Tribulation Cultivators! How could they... is it possible they were ambushed? But who possesses the power to slay two Tribulation Cultivators simultaneously?!"

Noticing Wang Ba's seemingly genuine bewilderment, Yin Penglai frowned in contemplation, then said softly:

"If you are also in the dark, then let us speak no more of it... let us return. I previously mentioned taking you to the heart of Zhang's Ruins. I have finally cleared my schedule, so what do you say to venturing there together once we return?"

At these words, Wang Ba felt a surge of inner excitement and nodded his consent.

Over the passing years, he had successfully purged the rules of the Sea of Chaos Realm that had bound him. Despite being certain his foundation was equal to that of a Tribulation Cultivator, he found himself unable to step into the Tribulation-Transcending Realm, as though invisible laws were holding him back.

The only remaining path to a breakthrough appeared to be winning the recognition of Zhang's Ruins.

With that thought, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

Shortly thereafter.

The Flying Boat, with Yin Penglai and Wang Ba aboard, began its slow journey back toward the Yin Ruins Arena...