Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2366 - 190: 9th-Tier Dao Domain (2)

Pa!

A sharp snap resounded as the willow branch's end split the empty air, etching a stark crack that lingered visibly!

Wang Ba's eyes narrowed faintly, laced with a touch of astonishment:

"You've advanced considerably... Late-stage Class VI?"

At its zenith, the Little Cang World could now host Unification Cultivators.

That one lash from Wang Liu's whip nearly matched the might of a Unification Cultivator's blow. Though it fell short of Wang Ba's own ferocity from back then, Wang Liu stood out as a prodigy able to leap realms in battle.

Upon catching Wang Ba's commendation, Wang Liu rubbed the back of his neck with a bashful grin:

"It's going well, maybe because of the Immortal Blood and Immortal Marrow Jade Liquid. Lately, my cultivation pace has surged far beyond what it used to be..."

Wang Ba gave a subtle nod, aware that the Immortal Blood and Immortal Marrow Jade Liquid from the Sea Market wrought a profound shift for all beings, much like a full skeletal overhaul.

Similar to Zhao Feng and his peers, they reaped the rewards of Immortal Blood, boosting their aptitudes and insights immensely. The singular conditions in the Sea of Chaos Realm hastened the growth of cultivators' Dao Domains and eased the Triple Layer of Suffering, fortifying the Primordial Spirit, letting top talents approach Unification's pinnacle in mere moments.

This path might seem like a quick route, yet it underscored the staggering boost that this sacred treasure, Immortal Blood, bestowed upon those who cultivated.

In contrast, Wang Liu, as a Spirit Plant, lagged a bit in his gains.

Wang Ba might have claimed it for his own use too, but doubts about its murky origins kept him from applying it personally. Rather, he blended the two into 'immortal power' to ignite an immortal's Dao Treasure.

Luckily, having weathered the early hurdles of the Dharma Lineage, he had woven in essences from diverse paths and solidified his personal cultivation base, crafting his singular framework. Lacking Immortal Blood changed nothing for him.

"Your realm has risen, yet the whip art I passed to you shows scant improvement."

Noticing Wang Liu's smug air, Wang Ba grinned and pointed it out.

"Should that whip technique hit Dacheng, you could grasp rules prior to Crossing Tribulation... Mastering rules before the ordeal would outpace most who Cross Tribulation. Succeed in the trial, and your spellcasting might will shine unmatched, repaying the roots and blessings from Immortal Blood and Nine-Colored Divine Soil!"

With focus, he then imparted the revelations from his latest years.

Spirit Plant cultivation was already scarce, and both Immortal Blood and Nine-Colored Divine Soil ranked as priceless boons across the whole Realm Sea.

Wang Liu's hold on both set him apart utterly, fueling Wang Ba's lofty hopes for his potential.

Half a day passed.

As Wang Liu dove deep into pondering the whip technique, lost in it entirely, Bu Chan softly tugged Wang Ba from the Pearl Dungeon, wary of breaking his trance. Beyond the dungeon's bounds, Bu Chan furrowed her brow and voiced her concern:

"As their master, you're showing clear favoritism. Both Qingyang and Dongyang are your students, but you guided only Wang Liu and overlooked them?"

Wang Ba paused briefly, staying calm without ire. He offered a rueful clarification:

"Qingyang follows the path of commanding Hundred Arts via the Soul; every method lies within that. Whatever I could impart, I already did. Her road gleams ahead; though Void Refining eludes her still, her prospects stretch boundless, sparing me any frets."

"Dongyang ties deeply to the Little Cang World. As it strengthens, he surges too. Its boom catapults his progress skyward, leaving me with nothing left to offer."

"Good that you see it; I just fear your bias might breed resentment in your pupils."

Bu Chan let out a quiet breath of ease.

"Never."

In their exchange, a spark of insight struck Wang Ba, and he acted without delay. He summoned Cang Fuzi right away and presented the eight Realm Remains from the Cloud Sky Realm:

"Organize these; they might propel you onward."

Cang Fuzi's form trembled, his features shifting wildly, betraying the storm raging inside.

He uttered little more and whisked away the eight Realm Remains in a flash.

Though intrigued, Bu Chan held back her questions.

During those times Wang Ba ventured afar, folks witnessed only his swift rises and grand feats. The Bodhisattva Arhats paraded at Pure Yang Palace loomed invincible and fearsome. Yet a close companion alone grasped the perils he braved and the crushing burdens he bore in solitude.

She swelled with pride, mingled with pangs of sorrow.

Still, she rarely counseled against his choices or probed his resolves. With Wang Ba set on a course, extra queries would only burden him more, so she backed him fully, easing every instant they shared.

Their cultivation divide widened relentlessly, compelling her to aid him thus in quiet.

Yet when he revealed the Nine-Colored Divine Soil, she sensed dimly that this calm interlude neared its close...

Gazing as Cang Fuzi departed, Wang Ba let out a faint sigh, then faced Bu Chan, eyes tinged with regret and reluctance.

But ere he voiced it, a wry smile curved Bu Chan's lips, and she murmured gently:

"The Hundred Arts Academy calls me to nurture Spirit Plants; I fear I'll lack time to stay by your side."

Wang Ba blinked in mild shock, grasping it swiftly, his look turning tender.

In a heartbeat, Bu Chan slipped back to her resolute poise from the Spirit Plant Department. With a sweep of her Cloud Sleeve, she appeared unburdened by parting, soaring off into the horizon.

Till her silhouette faded utterly, Wang Ba lingered solitary, arms clasped behind, atop Wanfa Peak, a hollow ache settling in.

After years entwined, how could he miss Bu Chan's tender care? But with events unfolding beyond, idle ease eluded him longer.

No path remained but forward.

"Supreme True Buddha..."

His stare wavered, a chill glint emerging.

The pressing haste, briefly eased, now crashed back fiercely.

Without dallying in the Taoist Field, he soared from the Little Cang World unaccompanied.

He skimmed past the Guard City below, gliding mutely over throngs of cultivators, halting near Fanming...

He plunged straight into the boundless void.

Till he touched down in a hushed drift of shattered ruins.

Drifting lightly earthward.

Next, he set a Formation and entered it promptly, settling cross-legged within.

Back in the Sea of Chaos Realm, much work awaited his hand.

Like mending the seized Bodhisattva Arhats' true essences, rearing Spirit Beasts against the wild hordes ahead, or drawing Dharma from the Supreme True Buddha for joint practice, and so on.

But after deep reflection, beyond tricking the Supreme True Buddha and linking with Jian Buchan, he chose to chase just one goal first.

Cultivation!

Only another breakthrough would arm him sufficiently against the looming storm.

In this Realm Sea, all else fades to shadow; raw power alone shapes destiny.

And he teetered near Crossing Tribulation's mid-stage, requiring only moments to forge his base into might.

He shut his eyes.

From his Primordial Spirit, the Yellow Dao Domain unfurled gradually.

Myriad rules arose from its depths.

Resembling a mighty tree with a sturdy bole, branches sprawling wide.

Along those limbs, the Dao Domain extended steadily, thickening evermore...

The condensed Black Immortal Pill in his Primordial Spirit spun faster in quiet.

Time ebbed onward languidly.

A year, two... ten... a century...

Now and then, a cultivator with a Heavenly Observation Mirror tool zipped by, blind to his presence.

The dreaded coming of the Supreme True Buddha's followers kept postponing.

Amid the tense vigil of the Sea of Chaos Realm's dwellers.

Over a hundred more years whisked away.

In the barren wastes.

Wang Ba perched alone, head tilted up, his Primordial Spirit hovering like an immense vortex of darkness, turning slowly.

The vortex mimicked fertile earth, from which the Yellow Dao Domain sprouted, gradually cloaking the rules...

Till this day, when the Dao Domain at last enwrapped every rule completely.

Boom!

As if a switch flipped.

In utter hush, thunder roared!

The Yellow Dao Domain bloomed fully like a tree, its "foliage" quivering, as though ripened at last.

"Ninth-Tier Dao Domain!"

The next breath, the immense, limitless Yellow Dao Domain contracted sharply, surging into the colossal dark maw.

As the Yellow Dao Domain poured in, the enormous black hole quaked faintly, its whirl hastening suddenly!

Within the black hole, countless echoes resounded, seeping gently into Wang Ba's form beneath.

The instant it seeped, Wang Ba's eyes snapped wide.

Galaxies swirled in his gaze, brimming with infinite stars!

Devoid of elation or grief.

Crossing Tribulation's middle-stage, attained with seamless grace!