Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2229 - 145: Temporary Parting (3)

Previously on Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant...
Wang Ba confronts Wisdom Magic Arhat, questioning the nature of the "rule of cause and effect" that allowed the monk to track him across the realm. Through their tense dialogue, Wang Ba learns that killing the monk would only draw the attention of even more powerful Bodhisattvas. However, the conversation proves to be a calculated distraction; the Arhat suddenly manifests a massive Buddha seal that freezes the surrounding rules of the world. Now immobilized and trapped, Wang Ba must face a foe whose peaceful facade has been replaced by a fierce, vengeful intent.

Releasing a soft breath, he ventured further into the depths of the immortal cave...

In that same moment.

Standing within the desolate immortal cave, Wang Ba meditated on his situation before finally reaching a conclusion.

"The essence of Zhang’s Ruins has not granted me its recognition."

"The Supreme True Buddha's assault on the Cloud Sky Realm could happen at any time. If I simply wait for word from the Yin family, I fear the opportunity will have passed. Time is slipping away; I must break through to the Tribulation-Transcending Realm immediately."

While Zhang’s Ruins was not his sole path forward, he harbored reservations regarding the alternative.

However, after considering his options, he finally steeled his resolve.

"I will place my confidence in Taoist Man this once."

Following a brief hesitation, he promptly summoned forth Tao Bingji and the Primordial Spirit of Deng Yingjue.

"I am heading out for a period and expect to return shortly. Focus on your Cultivation here. Should you require anything, consult with the Yin family; I have already settled matters with them."

"Understood."

Deng Yingjue and Tao Bingji gave their swift assent.

After imparting a few more directives, Wang Ba exited the immortal cave.

With a quick sweep of his Spiritual Mind, he pinpointed Yin Fu’s location. He requested a Divination Map of the neighboring Realm Sea and informed him that Tao Bingji and Deng Yingjue remained in the cave.

This was a calculated move to signal the Yin family, via Yin Fu, that he was not severing ties completely.

He had discerned the underlying motives and anxieties of the Yin family. While he had no intention of becoming their subordinate, this location served as a viable fallback. If his efforts regarding the Cloud Sky Realm failed, he would at least have a sanctuary among acquaintances rather than being left adrift.

One must always prepare a secondary path.

Consequently, he was indifferent to how the Yin family perceived him, as their relationship was built on mutual utility.

Nevertheless, he could not truly depend on this cave if he failed to achieve his breakthrough within Zhang’s Ruins.

Escorted by Yin Fu himself, he departed from the Yin Ruins Arena.

"Mr. Taiyi, please be at ease. If anyone arrives claiming to be from the 'Primitive Demonic Sect,' you will be notified at once," Yin Fu stated with great respect.

Wang Ba gave a curt nod.

"I appreciate your assistance."

As the words left his lips, his form vanished from Yin Fu’s sight without a sound.

Minutes later.

A beam of azure light erupted from the depths of a bottomless canyon, ascending rapidly.

Just as it was about to clear the area, the light seemed to detect something and came to a sudden halt above the chasm.

The radiance faded to reveal a figure clad in blue robes. He peered down at the churning Chaos Origin Substance below, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Is my mind playing tricks on me?"

"Why does it feel as though this place became more restless the moment I emerged?"

He scrutinized the area with curiosity. On the vast, jagged grey-blue landmass beneath him, he could faintly trace the outlines of a nose, mouth, eyes, and ears—resembling a face warped beyond all recognition.

Yet, beyond that strange sight, nothing else could be found.

Eventually, he shook his head, transformed back into a streak of light, and surged toward the deeper reaches of the Realm Sea.

Shortly after his departure.

The surface of the massive, distorted 'face' near the 'eyes' creased slightly.

The mountain-sized 'lips' curved upward in a subtle motion.

It looked remarkably like... a grin.

...

Within the profound depths of the Realm Sea, the lights of distant Domains shimmered like a field of stars.

A beam of light sliced through the void at a breathtaking pace.

The light maintained a rigid trajectory, driven by a clear and unwavering purpose.

Inevitably, the light touched down upon the surface of a derelict Domain drifting through the emptiness.

The glow receded, leaving Wang Ba standing there in his blue robes.

He cast his gaze over the surroundings.

The Realm Membrane of this Domain was drained of all vitality, shriveled like a dying blossom.

Inside, there was no life to be found; not a single spark of existence remained.

Even a World Eater would find nothing worth consuming here.

It appeared as though the Realm Sea had completely forsaken this place.

Only the mangled, shredded remains of the Realm Membrane provided any evidence of the cataclysmic war that had occurred during the Domain's downfall.

The result was obvious—the ruined membrane told the entire story.

Wang Ba did not dwell on the tragedy.

The Realm Sea is vast beyond measure, with life and death occurring in every heartbeat. Domains are merely larger specks of dust within that infinite expanse.

He realized that he, too, might one day share such a fate.

He then stepped into the warped, barren Domain.

Choosing a secluded area, he established a Formation, attempting to harness the lingering laws of this dying world to create a makeshift defense.

The distance from Zhang’s Ruins was significant; though it was unlikely anyone would stumble upon this place, he maintained his vigilance for his Cultivation.

Once his preparations were complete.

Still feeling a lingering sense of caution, he released the Wu Monkey King, Fu Gui, the Four Spirits, and the mending six-fingered Divine Corpse to stand guard around him.

Only then did he sit down, steady his breathing, and slowly withdraw an object from his sleeve.

He opened his hand.

A speckled black pill rested in his palm, rotating in a silent rhythm.

"Immortal Pill..."

Looking down at the mottled black pill, Wang Ba’s expression turned solemn.

This was the ultimate prize he had retrieved from the Immortal Mansion. There were four originally. After Taoist Man took three of them, he reached the Mahayana Realm and nearly achieved ascension.

The final one had been left behind, and now, it had finally returned to Wang Ba.

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