Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2329: 177: Revealed

Cloud Sky Arena.

The cultivators gathered in front of the water screen all stood stunned, gazing at the lone green-robed figure who stood watch over the tear in the Realm Membrane, leading to an unusual hush falling over the group.

A complicated look crossed the face of the purple-robed youth, who inwardly offered genuine admiration:

“Such an extraordinary Daoist! The Heavenly Monarch's judgment in selecting him proves spot on. His talent and daring are both exceptional… It's a shame that someone like this isn't among our Cloud Sky Sect's followers.”

He had intentionally permitted the Supreme True Buddha's followers to breach the realm; even though True Man Taiyi held the line alone at one gap, stopping a few from slipping in, it hardly shifted the bigger picture.

Besides, if the chance arose to wipe out a portion of the Supreme True Buddha's underlings, he welcomed it with open arms.

Though the key to victory in this massive conflict didn't rest on these Bodhisattvas and Arhats alone, the monks formed a vital element in building up the invading force.

Just like ocean swells, where a single droplet appears trivial, but united, they overwhelm any human effort to resist.

That's precisely why he opted against driving back the foes beyond the realm gate.

Because halting it proved impossible, and blocking it entirely out of reach.

Attempting that would merely scatter their scarce assets.

Their sole path lay in enduring until the surge lost its fury, and once the tempest subsided, the moment for their reprisal would arrive.

During this ordeal, every clash also chipped away at the invaders' drive.

And without question, True Man Taiyi emerged as the standout barrier in all this, battered by the relentless surges yet holding steady, while sapping a good deal of their vigor.

“A pleasant unforeseen gain… still, the moment hasn't arrived yet.”

The purple-robed youth squinted his eyes, peering beyond the water screen to the scene outside.

The stream of monks emerging from that massive seated Buddha appeared without end.

The tales circulating of merely dozens of Bodhisattvas out there now felt like a mockery, since the count of Bodhisattvas who had already pierced into the realm approached that very number.

A force of that scale loomed as an immense power far beyond what the Cloud Sky Realm could handle.

Confronting such a power, nobody could risk the slightest lapse in vigilance.

As the leader of Cloud Sky Sect, he had witnessed nearby sects fall to ruin, fully aware that complacency spelled disaster.

“Out of the Four Great Bodhisattvas, two have crossed in; the Western Great Bodhisattva holds position in another spot, but the Northern Great Bodhisattva remains absent… Might the Supreme True Buddha harbor beings on par with Great Bodhisattvas inside?”

He fixed his gaze on the seated Buddha, yet deep down, he felt assured of the response.

A Great Bodhisattva's might mirrored that of late-stage Crossing Tribulation cultivators, yet edged nearer to Tribulation Crossing Perfection, rendering them far stronger than typical late-stage experts.

Within the Cloud Sky Realm, aside from him, just one other late-stage Crossing Tribulation cultivator existed, with two additional ones arriving as reinforcements.

If they could muster four without much effort, it stood to reason the Supreme True Buddha possessed more than just those four Great Bodhisattvas.

Thus, he felt convinced that the Supreme True Buddha hid numerous aces up its sleeve, waiting to unfold.

Among those lurked the Great Bodhisattvas.

The danger posed by a Great Bodhisattva eclipsed that of a regular Bodhisattva by a wide margin.

Despite the mere one-level gap, the chasm in their command of rules enforced total dominance.

Even someone as exceptional as True Man Taiyi, a true standout among peers, found himself limited against a Great Bodhisattva, reduced to dodging with no opening for offense.

Sharing the same realm as the Great Bodhisattva himself, he knew well that though separated by only a single rank, the buildup of power differences defied description.

Without Mahayana powerhouses on either side, Great Bodhisattvas and Tribulation Crossing Perfection experts, even amid a swarm of Bodhisattvas, held strong confidence in slipping away unscathed, provided they struck once and then withdrew—leaving those with weaker Cultivation Base helpless.

“We must first draw out those concealed in the Great Bodhisattva Realm… only then might that Tianshang Buddha finally emerge.”

The purple-robed youth observed the unfolding events beyond with a heavy heart.

The mere thought of that Tianshang Buddha brought a dark cloud over his mind once more.

He surveyed the areas encircling the realm exterior:

“Where exactly is he hiding?”

…

Azure Dragon Mountain Range.

Atop the dome-shaped light barrier.

The green-robed silhouette lingered by himself at the Realm Membrane's rift, uttering invitations laced with clear murderous undertones, though his form stayed spotless and untouched by violence.

By merely positioning himself there in plain sight, the monks beyond paused in doubt, clustering into a curved barrier of forms around him, none bold enough to advance.

In their midst stood Bodhisattvas, Arhats, countless practitioners, and even some grotesque Demon Slaves.

Though their demonic essence proved stubborn to eradicate, they weren't idiots; a blatantly fatal endeavor was something no one would rush into.

A horde of monks swiftly altered their course, darting off to alternative rips in the Realm Membrane, desperate to claim the initial share of mortals for their conversions…

Noting the monks' reluctance, Wang Ba let out an involuntary sigh:

“It seems your courage amounts to no more than this. So how do you expect to guide all sentient beings toward enlightenment? What a letdown for me.”

While saying this, he continued probing the surroundings outside, all the while gauging a particular span in secret.

He noticed how some shrewd monks had shifted their path into the realm, casting wary glances at Wang Ba before veering decisively to other zones.

At that sight, the rest of the monks abruptly pulled back in imitation.

In just a few breaths' time, the space beyond Wang Ba's Realm Membrane tear cleared out entirely.

Beholding this turn of events, Wang Ba felt a touch of regret, soon grasping that he had acted a tad too eagerly.