Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2347: 184: Ambush
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Immense and shadowy.
Swirling with 'black waves,' debris, and innumerable unfathomable voids, enigmatic, hidden, and serene akin to a profound bog.
Like an abyssal ocean, or an infinite primordial marsh woodland…
Here lies the exact location of the Soul Falling.
From a Token positioned beyond the Soul Falling, a green-robed silhouette darted out rapidly, casting a look at the Soul Falling in front, the parting words ringing in his ears, weighing heavily on his spirit:
“Even Master Chao has fallen…”
Sorrow and rage mingled over his death, alongside confusion about what lay ahead.
Among the four Mahayana from Duanhai Cliff’s Great Realm, three have perished already—two slain and one wounded—while the Cloud Sky Realm stands invaded. From the circumstances as he departed, full takeover of the Cloud Sky Realm appears inevitable soon.
Lacking the Cloud Sky Realm's battle against the Supreme True Buddha, opportunities to pierce the Immortal Pass and free the Little Cang World dwindle to nearly nothing.
But prior to deeper reflection, another alert surged in his heart!
“Where do you intend to escape?”
Not distant ahead, a gray silhouette materialized abruptly, his face blending mercy with avarice, clad in a priest's garment lacking one sleeve that exposed an arm and palm dusted as if with gold dust. The moment he emerged, he summoned the surrounding unidentified potent energies, extending his grasp toward Wang Ba!
The Northern Great Bodhisattva it is!
Wang Ba's heart plunged, his back wings flapping on reflex, retreating quietly amid a verdant gale, though the Northern Great Bodhisattva had long deciphered his techniques, predicting his path right as he shifted, launching a Buddha Bead straight at him!
Bam!
The Buddha Bead accurately hit Wang Ba, igniting the Earth Yellow Treasure Light in a flash.
The glow quivered fiercely, displaying subtle signs of fractures!
His Primordial Spirit quaked, the Land-Parting Staff on the verge of slipping free.
As the gold-dusted hand lunged closer, Wang Ba composed himself, alarmed but composed. From his sleeve leaped a monkey precisely when the hand neared, clutching two board tokens and swinging them wildly against the enormous palm.
The Northern Great Bodhisattva's gaze sharpened, sensing the infinite enigmas encircling that hand dispelled instantly by the two board tokens, compelling the hand to pull back!
Pain etched clearly, but shock and doubt flooded his mind:
“What on earth are these two board tokens?”
He had endured their strike previously, yet despite endless contemplation, their source eluded him, along with the reason they bypassed his protections entirely, unaffected by earth, water, fire, or wind.
Merely observing their application hinted they might function solely up close.
Cautious, his movements faltered just a bit.
Wang Ba grasped the opening. The Candle Dragon within his sleeve shut its eyes once more, muting the area around, plunging all into pitch blackness!
The monk in gray robes anticipated the tactic. Precisely as the Candle Dragon's eyes sealed, he vanished beyond the boundless dark, seizing the Buddha beads strung at his neck and hurling them inside.
Immediately, a golden mesh dropped onto the obscurity ruled by the Candle Dragon.
Swish!
Just before it could ensnare, a thread of emerald radiance burst forth from the depths, evading the golden net by a hair, then hovering in the emptiness, eyeing the gray-robed monk with unusual somberness in his gaze.
This monk pursued without mercy, mirroring the prior Arhat of Wisdom. Despite fleeing myriad miles via the Great Celestial Escape Divine Skill, pursuit resumed, the gap far briefer than against the Arhat of Wisdom.
His Spiritual Sense swept the vicinity swiftly, his burden growing deeper.
This boundless void provided no anchor; considering the foe's arrival pace, shaking him off felt nearly unattainable.
Glancing briefly at the Soul Falling nearby, myriad ideas raced in his thoughts, crystallizing into icy resolve.
With no delay whatsoever, he morphed into green radiance, surging into the Soul Falling's core!
“Hmm?”
The Northern Great Bodhisattva's golden net failed to connect, but surprise evaded his features. Witnessing Wang Ba plunge into the swamp-like void, he scoffed, shifting into a gray streak and barreling ahead!
His sneer deepened:
“Layman Taiyi, three of the four Great Realms have fallen, even four Mahayana cannot oppose our Buddha Lord. Even if you stubbornly resist, how far can you really escape?”
“If you were to lay down your blade and join me…”
The words halted briefly as a gray gleam dodged a subtle golden sword gleam slicing ahead, unveiling a faintly irritated form of the gray-robed monk:
“Stubborn and unyielding!”
Wang Ba's sword strike landed without pause, his green radiance hurtling deeper into the Soul Falling!
In that instant, his Spiritual Sense stretched to its utmost.
Drifting rocks, tumbling Chaos Origin Substance, subtle phantom noises swelling amid the stellar gales…and Demonic Beasts akin to Black Foxes charging from the shadows and emptiness.
Those Demonic Beasts uttered the phantom noises.
Myriad phantom noises battered his Primordial Spirit unceasingly in the wandering gloom.
However, his Primordial Spirit, reshaped by the “Ten Thousand Streams Return to Source” sutra, possessed the vigor to embrace every stream, rooted solidly, rendering these phantom noises barely influential.
Dismissing them, he sped past the disoriented Black Foxes unprepared for ambush, his Spiritual Sense probing every corner with care.
“That’s not right…”
“It’s not here either.”
“I remember it should be here before…”