Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2395: 201: A Visit

Vast Realm Sea.

A colossal landmass resembling a grayish-blue human figure drifts silently within the emptiness.

Surrounding it, waves of Chaos Origin Substance churn like ocean currents, pouring into the various openings across this humanoid form.

Xin Gate, eyes, ears, mouth, nose, lower yin…

Into the mouth opening, the Chaos Origin Substance rushes without pause, while streaks of light now and then streak over from the distance, plunging directly inside.

Right now, far inside the mouth opening.

Within the ‘Yin Ruins Arena’ that defends the mouth opening.

The ancestral hall of the White Canal Yin Family.

Yin Tianzhi positioned his hands behind his back, chin lifted a bit, staring thoughtfully at the Yin Family's ancestral plaques.

Trailing him, the eight Tribulation Crossing Ancestors from the Yin Family displayed grave looks, with a heavy air hanging over them.

Just then, Ninth Ancestor Yin Penglai murmured softly:

“Great Ancestor, this isn’t the moment to waver. Spirit Origin Prefecture and Illusion Sky Realm once plotted against our Yin Family. Without True Man Taiyi’s unexpected rise, we could have tumbled into their scheme. Now they’re plotting together in secret once more, clearly targeting us… Teaming up with Laowen Sect and Golden Water Pond might feel like dancing with wolves, but it could at least ease our pressing crisis.”

Yin Tianzhi took in these words, yet he kept his eyes fixed on the plaques ahead, remaining quiet.

One more ancestor at his back couldn’t hold back and added:

“That’s right, Great Ancestor. Supreme True Buddha’s arrival looms inevitable, and deep down, we all know it. The Zhang’s Ruins need to band together, or we’ll stand no chance against them. Turmoil brews openly now—if we don’t pick a side soon, we could end up as everyone’s prey…”

“Great Ancestor!”

“Great Ancestor.”

A few ancestors chimed in to urge him.

Yin Tianzhi absorbed their pleas, pondering silently, before letting out a soft sigh and replying mildly:

“Spirit Origin Prefecture and Illusion Sky Realm aren’t guaranteed foes. Word of their hidden pact came from Laowen Sect; it might not hold truth. Plus, if Laowen Sect and Golden Water Pond really join forces with them, summoning gods proves simple but dismissing them far harder… Reaching our current scale took immense struggle, and I fully grasp the Yin Family’s perilous state today. Yet this choice truly decides our clan’s fate and demands careful thought. Give me time to reflect on it, to mull it over.”

After Yin Tianzhi spoke, every ancestor there sank into quiet.

Zhang’s Ruins teeters on the edge of wild disorder now, though all sense this lull is merely the hush before chaos erupts.

Be it the nearby ‘Spirit Origin Prefecture’, ‘Illusion Sky Realm’, or ‘Golden Water Pond’ overseeing one of the Ear Acupoints, and ‘Laowen Sect’ safeguarding Xin Gate, each has ramped up talks with nearby powers.

Certain groups deem their might too weak and seek to stake their bets early, whereas others have long geared up to consolidate all of Zhang’s Ruins.

The White Canal Yin Family, as a newer player, falls short in roots compared to ancient powers entrenched in the Ruins, ever since Yin Tianzhi founded the Yin Family there.

Numbers of cultivators might match across the board, but in this hour, true foundations shine clear—at least the Yin Family’s nine Tribulation Crossing experts harbor no dreams of leading Zhang’s Ruins unification.

They lack both power and readiness; simply safeguarding the Yin Family amid this upheaval would count as divine favor, nothing more.

Yin Penglai appeared to recall something, sighing as well:

“It’s a pity… Were True Man Taiyi still among us, our position wouldn’t feel so helpless.”

That name drew nods from some in the hall, while others gave faint shakes of the head:

“Old Ninth, rumors say that True Man Taiyi out of Cloud Sky Realm can’t possibly be our Taiyi Tributor… He’s impressive too, sure, but only stepping into early-stage Tribulation Crossing—worlds apart from our True Man Taiyi.”

“How could I not realize? Back when he lingered in Unification Realm, I invited him myself!”

Yin Penglai shot back without hesitation:

“Still, could the Realm Sea really host such freakish coincidences?”

“We lose one True Man Taiyi right here, and suddenly Cloud Sky Realm sprouts another… I struggle to swallow it, but is it honestly this unlikely?”

“Even if it’s not the Cloud Sky Realm’s True Man Taiyi, should our friend Taiyi Tributor remain, his feat of cleaving Ten Thousand Demon Palace’s phony Palace Master in a single strike would bolster us greatly.”

“Then where’s he at? Can you track him down?”

The prior speaking ancestor fired back.

“But…”

Yin Penglai geared up to counter once more.

“Enough.”

Yin Tianzhi turned his head a touch and chided gently, a trace of exhaustion showing on his features, declaring gravely:

“No matter if our Taiyi Tributor ally matched the True Man Taiyi from that old Cloud Sky Realm clash, far-off aid won’t slake today’s fire. What’s more, during Cloud Sky Realm’s fall years ago, witnesses spotted True Man Taiyi chased by Northern Great Bodhisattva, and with no word since, the outcome likely spells doom… Penglai, drop the topic.”

Yin Penglai showed reluctance yet bowed his head in resignation.

He knew this reality full well; his push to debate stemmed only from bottled-up exasperation.

The White Canal Yin Family’s past splendor now crushes under pressures from neighbors like Spirit Origin Prefecture and Laowen Sect, caught in a vise.

No errors on their part—the sole flaw lay in their brief history here, shallow roots that falter in these raging currents, unable to hold steady.