Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2234 - 146: Final Success (Part 4)

"Based on your reasoning, Fellow Daoist Yin, does that imply my great-grandson earned his death? If that is the case, should you not surrender the killer if our strength surpasses yours?"

"Hehe... Fan Fenglei, if your great-grandson deserved his fate, then it stands to reason my Holy Maiden of the Illusion Sky Realm deserved hers as well. Since death was warranted for them, why was the Yin Family spared such a loss?"

The people of Spirit Origin Prefecture and the Illusion Sky Realm were filled with joy upon hearing these three distinct voices.

"The Mansion Master has arrived!"

"It is the Realm Master!"

Even the eyes of Jiu Futu from the Ten Thousand Demon Palace began to gleam:

"The Palace Master is here as well!"

In contrast, the cultivators from Longcong Prefecture, Golden Water Pond, and other allied forces looked on with tense expressions, exchanging wary looks as they felt the atmosphere shift toward something far more volatile.

They had initially accepted the invitation from the Illusion Sky Realm and Spirit Origin Prefecture to provide backup, assuming this was a simple maneuver to seize benefits or chip away at the Baiqu Yin Family’s influence—actions they were happy to support.

However, the personal arrival of the Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace changed the stakes entirely, escalating the situation beyond their expectations.

Over on the Yin Family’s side, their countenances also darkened.

The gaze of Yin Tianzhi grew heavy and somber.

At this moment, the source of the persistent dread in his heart finally became clear.

"Since when did those two families form an alliance with the Ten Thousand Demon Palace?"

"Three experts at the middle-stage of Tribulation-Transcending..."

As he pondered, three figures materialized silently from the swirling Chaos Origin Substance.

They descended quietly, positioning themselves directly before the Yin Family members.

There was a blue-robed youth shrouded in thick Demonic Qi, an elderly man wearing a mask of sorrow, and a young woman displaying a bizarre, unsettling smile.

Every one of them had their eyes fixed on Yin Tianzhi.

"Either surrender the individual who destroyed my great-grandson’s life... or the Yin Family shall be wiped from existence this very day!"

"Hehe, Fan Fenglei’s words mirror my own sentiments exactly!"

The old man and the young woman spoke in quick succession.

Only the youth in the blue robe maintained a slight, composed smile:

"I have only come to see that justice is served, Fellow Daoist Yin. It would be wise to follow my counsel and hand over the one who ruined the lives of these two fellow Daoists. I can promise that the matter will conclude here, but if not..."

He scanned the Yin Family cultivators gathered below, his smile widening further:

"The dead man’s pit in our Ten Thousand Demon Palace just happens to require fresh materials..."

In the shadows of the distant void, even more figures began to emerge, slowly encircling the area.

Yin Tianzhi’s face was grim, his eyes flickering with uncertainty as he fell into a tense, hesitant silence.

...

"The physical body, the Dao Domain, the Primordial Spirit, and the rules..."

Located within a desolate, abandoned Domain.

Fu Gui, whose fur now possessed a much more vibrant luster, lay quietly to the side, licking the dejected Wu Monkey King.

Nearby, Wang Ba’s eyes were clear and brilliant. Above his head, the Yellow Dao Domain remained at the seventh tier, yet it had become significantly more refined and concentrated.

He sat in solitude, lost in deep reflection.

Several Dao Treasures within his Primordial Spirit—including the zither, the scabbard, the great pen from the Immortal Mansion, the Land-Parting Staff, and the Wind-Driving Staff—seemed to react to a sudden sensation. They emerged silently from his Primordial Spirit and drifted around him.

Only a black Immortal Pill, now reduced to half its original size, stayed within his Primordial Spirit, rotating slowly as it steadily discharged its medicinal energy.

However, he had now reached the absolute peak of the Unification stage. This energy could no longer be integrated into his foundation; instead, it swirled within his Primordial Spirit, unable to be released.

It could only strike repeatedly against an invisible barrier, slowly grinding away at the bottleneck until a crack finally appeared...

He silently observed the transformations within himself, feeling as though every breath resonated with a Domain, brimming with incredible power.

This was the culmination of reaching the ultimate limits of the physical body, Primordial Spirit, and Dao Domain in the Dharma Lineage Unification stage.

Before he had taken the Elixir, his understanding of the Unification limit had been vastly different from this reality.

In this moment, a new realization struck him:

"The Thunder Tribulation is not merely a punishment for cultivators; it serves as a catalyst, aiding them in leaping across the threshold of their life stage. It is a gift bestowed by the Domain to those it has nurtured."

"However, within the Sea of Chaos Realm, the unique rules allow Outer World Cultivators to ascend to a higher stage even without facing a Thunder Tribulation."

"The reason eluded me before, but it is clear now that a breakthrough in realm is not strictly tied to the Tribulation. The Sea of Chaos Realm simply uses its rules to lower the requirements."

"In the true Realm Sea, if one possesses a sufficiently deep foundation, they can naturally elevate their life stage and complete a breakthrough without the need for Thunder Tribulation, much like..."

"Right now."

He looked up slightly.

Above him.

The Yellow Dao Domain began to churn with silent, violent intensity!

At that precise moment, his Primordial Spirit emerged from his Xin Gate. It spread its arms and closed its eyes, reaching out to sense the fundamental rules of the surrounding Realm Sea.

Simultaneously, a transformation without precedent was occurring within the Primordial Spirit itself!

In an instant, he felt as though he had become one with the entire Realm Sea.

He perceived the abandoned Domain where he sat, the vast emptiness surrounding him, and the human-shaped 'Zhang’s Ruins' in the distance. He could see every minute detail, down to the pores of the structure, and even recognized several familiar faces...

Suddenly, a voice filled with irritation echoed through his perception:

"You again! Eh? You achieved a breakthrough this quickly?!"

The angry voice was laced with a hint of genuine shock.

Whoosh—

Suddenly, Wang Ba’s ability to perceive the intricacies of Zhang’s Ruins vanished.

It felt as if an external force had violently severed his connection.

Frowning slightly, he decided not to waste effort focusing on Zhang’s Ruins or the distant debris and Domains.

He pulled his consciousness back to the present.

The once-mysterious black and white threads of the world now seemed fully accessible to him, ready to be grasped at will.

Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, Thunder, Wind, Ice, Stars, Divine Pattern Rites, Yuanci...

Previously, the essences of these powers existed as separate entities.

Even when gathered together, they functioned independently.

But in this heartbeat, they all morphed into black and white threads, manifesting like bone and sinew to grow new 'flesh' around them, birthing a completely reconstructed Yellow Dao Domain.

All dharmas now followed the command of his thoughts.

Unlike other Tribulation-Transcending cultivators who must first stabilize an eighth-tier Dao Domain before trying to integrate rules, Wang Ba’s new Domain was built upon the rules themselves, making them perfectly harmonious from the moment of creation.

The rules he had mastered were far more vast and profound than those of a typical early-stage Tribulation expert.

This new eighth-tier Yellow Dao Domain circulated once before silently merging into his Tribulation-Transcending Realm Primordial Spirit.

His Primordial Spirit then slowly began to retreat from that transcendent state.

For a brief moment, he felt a pang of loss and melancholy.

After enduring countless hardships, storms, and obstacles, he had finally taken this monumental step.

"The Tribulation-Transcending Realm."

Surprisingly, he felt no overwhelming excitement—only a quiet sense of calm and a touch of wistfulness.

Such is the nature of the path; after giving everything to the struggle, one can only sit back and watch the flower finally bloom.

His thoughts shifted briefly to the events he had sensed at Zhang’s Ruins, and his brow furrowed.

"Illusion Sky Realm and Spirit Origin Prefecture..."

He looked at his surroundings.

The five top-grade innate Dao Treasures encircling him were humming, seemingly celebrating their master’s advancement.

Wang Ba gave a gentle wave.

The five treasures flew eagerly back into his Primordial Spirit.

While carrying them had felt like a heavy burden during the Unification stage, that weight had now completely vanished.

He felt only a perfect, seamless integration with the treasures.

"It is time to depart."

After taking a moment to acclimate to his new power, Wang Ba turned his gaze toward Zhang’s Ruins, his eyes growing cold.

In the next instant, his Primordial Spirit sank back into his body. With a wave of his sleeve, he collected everything in the vicinity.

Once he was certain nothing was left behind, a Divine Pattern flickered beside him with a single thought.

His silhouette then vanished into thin air...