Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2325: 175: Audience (Part 4)
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“Why hasn’t Wang Ba arrived yet? Has he truly been blocked by the Cloud Sky Sect?”
“Junior Brother…”
The gaunt old man’s complexion turned deathly pale, his vital energy almost snuffed out. He slumped into the supporting embrace of the disciples, his gaze fixed emptily on the ochre-robed youth tumbling downward like a fading autumn leaf amid the onslaught from the Three Arhats. A wave of despair and profound grief surged within him:
“Ultimately, the Cloud Sky Sect has forsaken us…”
As the ochre-robed young man plunged from the heavens, the Three Arhats prepared to chase after him once again.
Right then.
Boom!
The colossal Bodhisattva Dharma Form, towering like a mountain peak while it battered the protective barrier at the formation’s key point, suddenly plummeted from above without warning!
It slammed into the barrier, forcing it to bend inward!
Via the clear barrier, those beneath could clearly make out the massive visage of the Bodhisattva Dharma Form flattened against it. Its gilded form was fractured, tendrils of Demonic Qi seeping forth, carrying a trace of confusion, though its gaze had already grown dull…
“It’s dead, dead?!”
The Cultivators from the Three Sects stood frozen in disbelief.
A sudden flush of color bloomed on the withered features of the emaciated old man as he strained his eyes wide open!
“Is it possible…?”
Hui Yunzi first froze in shock, then his gaze swiftly lit up with hope!
He turned his attention urgently toward the ochre-robed form dropping through the air.
There, a massive yellow hand materialized quietly from the emptiness beneath, softly catching the ochre-robed figure.
The three Arhats closing in from overhead spotted this enormous yellow hand along with the fallen Bodhisattva nearby, and a chill raced across their scalps instantly!
“It’s him!”
“Why has this disaster appeared here?!”
Without hesitation, they broke apart and bolted in different directions!
Yet before they could escape too far, yet another immense yellow hand, resembling a descending canopy, appeared from the sky overhead and reached down!
A fierce wind whipped up.
Like plucking tiny candies, this yellow giant hand seized the three Arhats and whisked them away into nothingness.
Together with them vanished the Bodhisattva’s lifeless body that had perished above the Grand Formation, as well as every other monk present.
In that instant, apart from the fissures in the Sky Dome steadily widening and crumbling, the sun blazed overhead, casting an illusion of tranquility.
Only a single green-robed silhouette hovered in the air, casually withdrawing his sleeve before aiding the ochre-robed figure from a distance, and slowly landing.
“Could that be… True Man Taiyi?!”
The emaciated old man pushed himself upright with effort, gazing upward at the swiftly descending green-robed form. Despite hearing endless accolades from his Junior Brother and Sect Master Hui Yunzi, plus a multitude of incredible tales about this legendary heir passed down through eras, he couldn’t suppress his astonishment upon seeing it firsthand!
He and his Junior Brother had poured every ounce of their power just to confront these Arhats, yet here a Bodhisattva had dropped dead so casually right in front of him…
This stark disparity left him reeling as though trapped in a dream, overwhelmed by a sharp feeling of disbelief.
Not until the silhouette glided closer, carefully placing the ochre-robed figure inside the barrier, and proclaimed in a resonant voice:
“Wang Ba of the Wanxiang Sect in the Little Cang World, pays respect to the Chongyuan Patriarch.”
Inside the barrier, the gathered Cultivators, clueless about the background, erupted in commotion.
“Wang Ba…”
The emaciated old man snapped out of his daze, compelled himself to rise, and examined Wang Ba, who seemed far calmer and more ethereal than the fierce depictions in stories.
A satisfied expression crossed his face, and he called out with enthusiasm:
“Excellent! Excellent!”
“My Junior Brother and Hui Yunzi judged you correctly… What is the current state of the Wanxiang Sect in the Little Cang World?”
As he spoke, the longer he observed, the more solace filled his chest.
His cheeks reddened with exhilaration, and delight swelled in his soul.
Differing from his master and Junior Brother, who focused on personal gain, he cherished the disciples above all. Witnessing a prodigy like True Man Taiyi rise in the Little Cang World now brought him boundless reassurance.
Beyond the barrier, Wang Ba regarded the elderly figure who bore a striking resemblance to the sect’s portraits—perhaps seven or eight parts alike—though far more haggard and frail. Emotions churned complicatedly in his heart.
It felt like beholding a lofty summit from the base long in the past, once so remote and impossible to reach, but now he occupied its heights.
Little thrill stirred, just a subtle happiness, a mild bewilderment, and ultimately, serenity.
Meanwhile.
Up in the Sky Dome, the realm membrane, riddled with breaks, at last buckled under the strain, shattering with a thunderous roar as a piece tumbled from beyond into the domain!
A voice brimming with mercy echoed next:
“Supreme True Buddha, all sentient beings suffer, we have come to lead you to the Realm of Extreme Bliss!”