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 startled before his morale surged!

His hands moved with increased velocity, intensifying the rhythm of his strikes; unlike his previous attempts to capture the enemy, his movements now shimmered with a distinct killing intent.

Simultaneously, utilizing the obscuring presence of the Candle Dragon that veiled their surroundings, he sent a hasty mental transmission:

“Is the Cloud Sky Realm currently being besieged?”

Shen Fu maintained a stoic expression, appearing to struggle as he parried a palm strike from Wang Ba that caused the void to erupt in a violent explosion; secretly, however, he utilized a Secret Technique to relay a message:

“There are experts here with profound eavesdropping abilities. Senior Brother, you must only listen and refrain from speaking. Keep your mind guarded...”

“My Buddha has not come for the Cloud Sky Realm specifically. As for their true objective, it remains a mystery even to me because the Lord of Six Paths is still convalescing from his wounds... Regardless, Senior Brother, you should never have stepped into this place.”

His voice held a trace of regret as he unleashed a top-grade innate Dao Treasure from his sleeve. He used the opening to launch an attack at Wang Ba, which Wang Ba evaded with ease, while Shen Fu continued his rapid secret explanation:

“A 'Heaven and Earth Net' has been cast across this entire region, remaining invisible to the eye. A standard Bodhisattva stage entity cannot breach it. I will attempt to stall for time, allowing the inhabitants of the Cloud Sky Realm to sense the disturbance and arrive with reinforcements; that is our ideal outcome. Should that fail, I will be forced to 'capture' you first, Senior Brother, and seek another solution later. I ask for your cooperation when the time comes.”

Wang Ba felt his heart tighten slightly at these words.

He suddenly remembered how True Man Ba and True Man Nie had been piloting their Flying Dao Treasure when they seemed to strike an invisible barrier, resulting in a senseless explosion. He realized now that they must have collided with the 'Heaven and Earth Net' Shen Fu described.

The fact that it could obstruct middle-stage Crossing Tribulation Cultivators proved that this 'Heaven and Earth Net' was a formidable construct.

Even so, a spark of competitive spirit rose within him.

When fueled by immortal power, a top-grade innate Dao Treasure possesses might far beyond what ordinary Cultivators can wield.

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

However, after reflecting on the situation, he decided that since his Junior Brother had a plan, there was no need to prematurely reveal his trump cards. Furthermore, he harbored many questions that required answers.

At that precise moment, Demonic Qi billowed from the Shenfu Treasure Armor, suddenly manifesting into a massive, spectral skull. With a deafening roar, it lunged to swallow Wang Ba and the Candle Dragon, who appeared trapped. This sudden development made it impossible for the arriving Taoist Masters to intervene.

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

Yet, Shen Fu’s voice reached him once more:

“One more thing—Senior Brother, were you traveling from the Sea of Chaos Realm?”

“Lately, my Buddha’s forces have been stretched thin. 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…”

Wang Ba’s heart recoiled in shock upon hearing Shen Fu’s revelation.

…

Cloud Sky Realm.

Behind the protective Realm Membrane.

Situated among numerous Taoist Fields of varying hues and magnitudes.

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

Above the entrance to this vast domain hung a plaque carved with ancient, unadorned calligraphy.

“Cloud Sky.”

This was the Cloud Sky Arena, the seat of power for the Cloud Sky Sect within the Cloud Sky Realm.

They were the undisputed leaders of this world; in fact, the entire Cloud Sky Realm had been named in honor of this Sect.

Currently, the Taoist Field was a hive of activity as countless Cultivators moved with urgent, grim expressions. A thick atmosphere of impending conflict and murderous intent seemed to saturate the very air.

Meanwhile, at the highest elevation of the Taoist Field.

A cluster of figures stood with their heads tilted back, observing a series of water screens projected onto the Realm Membrane.

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

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

The remaining third displayed different scenes: some showed the Eastern Luli Buddha Realm nearby, while others depicted the former Canlong and Void Demon Realms, which were now entirely swallowed by Chaos Origin Substance in the vacuum of space.

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence.

“What is this?”

One of the Cultivators watching the screens pointed toward a specific projection in astonishment:

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

The surrounding Cultivators turned their attention to that screen, their faces clouding with concern:

“There are quite a few of them!”

“I count seventeen!”

“That is Ba Qingtian from the Hanhai Realm, along with True Man Ba and True Man Nie of the Pure Yin Realm…”

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

“They likely entered the Soul Falling region earlier and never received our transmission…”

“This is disastrous! The area surrounding the Realm Sea whirlpool is already under the watch of the Supreme True Buddha’s disciples!”

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

“But that area is undoubtedly crawling with Bodhisattvas and Arhats. Who can we even send?”

“A small force will be slaughtered, but sending a large one would compromise our primary defenses.”

The group exchanged hesitant glances before their eyes collectively settled on the figure at the front of the assembly:

“Sect Leader Bai…”

The man was clad in a majestic purple robe, adorned with complex, shimmering Divine Patterns that exuded an aura of profound mystery.

His hair was a deep obsidian, gathered into a perfect Taoist bun. His features were strikingly handsome, possessing a beauty that seemed almost celestial.

He looked like a divine being.

Though he appeared to be a mere youth, his eyes held the weight of countless ages. Hearing the pleas of his subordinates, his gaze shifted from the image of the Supreme True Buddha to the whirlpool where the practitioners were gathered.

After a solemn moment of observing the seventeen figures on the screen, he spoke:

“Since these fellow practitioners have come to support us, we must send a rescue party regardless of the danger. To do otherwise would be to betray the hearts of those who stand with us.”

His voice resonated like the striking of fine jade against gold—clear, melodic, and filled with a resonant strength.