Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2277: 160: Rescue

Upon hearing the unexpected voice resonating within his soul, Wang Ba was momentarily stunned before his spirits surged with hope!

His hands immediately quickened their offensive rhythm; unlike his previous attempts at capture, his strikes were now laced with a distinct killing intent.

Simultaneously, utilizing the obscuring presence of the Candle Dragon, he sent back a hurried mental transmission:

“Is the Cloud Sky Realm on the verge of collapse?”

Shen Fu maintained a stoic expression while struggling to parry a palm strike from Wang Ba, causing the surrounding void to erupt in a thunderous boom. Secretly, however, he employed a Secret Technique to relay a message:

“There are experts here skilled in the art of eavesdropping. Senior Brother, listen closely but do not speak; keep your mind guarded...”

“My Buddha has not come for the Cloud Sky Realm itself. As for the true objective, the Lord of Six Paths is currently recovering from wounds, so the full plan remains hidden even from me... Regardless, Senior Brother, you should never have come here.”

His voice held a trace of regret as he unleashed a top-grade innate Dao Treasure from his sleeve. He used the opportunity to lash out at Wang Ba, who evaded the strike with ease while Shen Fu continued his rapid, secret explanation:

“An invisible Heaven and Earth Net has been cast over this entire region. It is hidden from the naked eye, and those at the ordinary Bodhisattva stage cannot hope to pierce it. Shortly, I will stall for time so the inhabitants of the Cloud Sky Realm can react and send reinforcements; that would be the ideal outcome. Should that fail, I will have no choice but to ‘capture’ you first, Senior Brother, and seek another solution later. When that time comes, I ask for your cooperation.”

Wang Ba felt his heart tighten slightly.

He suddenly remembered the earlier scene where True Man Ba and True Man Nie, while piloting their Flying Dao Treasure, seemed to strike an invisible obstacle and explode without warning. His mind quickly connected the dots—that must have been the ‘Heaven and Earth Net’ Shen Fu described.

For it to halt middle-stage Crossing Tribulation Cultivators proved that this ‘Heaven and Earth Net’ was truly formidable.

Nevertheless, he felt a surge of competitive desire.

When fueled by immortal power, a top-grade innate Dao Treasure possessed might that far eclipsed the armaments of standard Cultivators.

If he exerted his full strength, it was questionable whether the net could withstand the Sword Sheath Dao Treasure he held.

However, after considering his options, he realized that since his Junior Brother had a plan, there was no need to reveal his trump cards prematurely. Furthermore, he had a multitude of questions that needed answering.

Right then, Demonic Qi erupted from the Shenfu Treasure Armor, suddenly manifesting as a colossal skull. With a roar, it lunged to swallow both Wang Ba and the Candle Dragon, who appeared unable to retreat. This sudden development made it difficult for the approaching Taoist Masters to intervene.

Trapped within the shadowy confines of the giant skull, Wang Ba prepared his defense.

Yet, Shen Fu’s voice reached him again:

“On another note, were you traveling from the Sea of Chaos Realm recently, Senior Brother?”

“My Buddha’s forces have been stretched thin lately. The Western Great Bodhisattva intends to send another Arhat into the Sea of Chaos Realm personally to harvest a new group of Six Paths Practitioners...”

Hearing these words, Wang Ba’s heart suddenly jolted with shock.

...

Within the Cloud Sky Realm.

Inside the protective Realm Membrane.

Various Taoist Fields of different hues and scales were scattered about.

A single Taoist Field stood out as the most magnificent, stretching across tens of thousands of miles, seemingly containing its own hidden Cave Heaven Blessed Land.

At the gateway of this Taoist Field hung a plaque, carved with ancient and unadorned calligraphy.

“Cloud Sky.”

This was the Cloud Sky Arena, the seat of the Cloud Sky Sect. It was the dominant power of the realm, and the Cloud Sky Realm itself was named in its honor.

Currently, the Taoist Field was a hive of activity. Cultivators rushed to and fro with grim countenances, the atmosphere thick with the tension of an imminent war and a heavy, lingering killing intent.

Meanwhile, at the highest peak of the Taoist Field.

A group of figures stood with heads tilted back, observing the water screens projected onto the Realm Membrane.

These projections consisted of 108,000 smaller screens, capturing every event occurring on the fringes of the Cloud Sky Realm.

Two-thirds of the views were obscured by a shimmering Buddha light, through which the silhouette of a massive Seated Buddha could be faintly discerned.

The remaining third offered different vistas. Some showed the Eastern Luli Buddha Realm located near the Cloud Sky Realm, while others displayed the Canlong and Void Demon Realms, now entirely submerged in the Chaos Origin Substance of the void.

At that moment.

“Wait!”

One Cultivator among the group pointed toward a specific water screen in astonishment.

“Look at the whirlpool in the Realm Sea—more of our fellow practitioners have arrived!”

The surrounding Cultivators turned their attention to that screen, their expressions shifting rapidly.

“That is quite a large group!”

“Seventeen in total!”

“There is Ba Qingtian from the Hanhai Realm, and True Man Ba and True Man Nie from the Pure Yin Realm...”

“Did we not just broadcast a warning to all nearby practitioners, telling them to stay away?”

“They were likely already deep within the Soul Falling region and never received our transmission...”

“This is disastrous! The area around the Realm Sea whirlpool is already being monitored by the Supreme True Buddha’s followers!”

“We must send aid immediately; there might still be a chance!”

“But there are likely numerous Bodhisattvas and Arhats lying in wait. Who can we even send?”

“A small force will be ineffective, but a large one might compromise our primary defensive formation.”

As the group exchanged hesitant glances, their thoughts converged on a single individual. They turned their eyes toward the figure at the front.

“Sect Leader Bai...”

That man wore a majestic purple robe, decorated with intricate and mysterious Divine Patterns.

His hair was dark as ink, gathered in a perfect Taoist bun, and his features were as flawlessly handsome as those of a celestial being.

He possessed the face of a true immortal.

Remarkably, he appeared to be no more than a youth.

Yet, despite his young appearance, his eyes held a depth of ancient wisdom. Hearing their pleas, his gaze shifted from the Supreme True Buddha on the screen to the figures near the Realm Sea whirlpool.

After carefully inspecting the dozen or so people in the projection, he spoke calmly:

“Since these are fellow practitioners coming to our aid, we must send a rescue party regardless of the danger. To do otherwise would be to betray the hearts of those who support us.”

His voice resonated like the ringing of fine jade against gold—clear, sharp, and commanding.