Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2332: 178: Outbreak
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“The battle has begun!”
“Finally, the clash has broken out in the Cloud Sky Realm!”
Within the Realm Sea, positioned at a moderate distance from the Cloud Sky Realm.
Silhouettes concealed in the emptiness displayed hints of thrill and restlessness.
Yet, some among them stayed wary, murmuring softly:
“Fellow Daoists, hold back your excitement. We made a pact with Zhang Bokai to strike only once those demon monks pull back from Supreme True Buddha. Diving in amid this fog of uncertainty isn’t wise.”
His caution quickly drew nods of support:
“Exactly, Lord Fan’s point is spot on. As Rogue Cultivators, we might not even register to the Cloud Sky Realm. They’re just short on hands, so they stoop to involve us. Supreme True Buddha stands as our shared foe, but jumping in prematurely and suffering losses means we’d repel him only to end up worse off ourselves.”
“True enough for us too: we’ll fight if we can. Should the Cloud Sky Sect falter, they can’t fault us for staying true to our boundaries.”
In the group, Taoist Friend Yin of the Yin Family couldn’t help furrowing his brow upon catching those remarks, casting a look toward the far-off, dimly shining mass of radiance—the spot marking the Cloud Sky Realm—and whispered:
“Lord Fan’s view holds merit, but facing Supreme True Buddha, our fates tie closely with the Cloud Sky Realm’s rise or fall. Lacking their frontline stand, he’d turn on us soon enough. Getting picked off one by one leaves us in endless worry. Now, as the Cloud Sky Realm forges ties with nearby realms to stand against Supreme True Buddha, it presents a precious chance.”
“Fellow Daoists, our moves aren’t for quick wins, but for each one’s enduring life… even with certain sacrifices, it’s a worthwhile trade.”
Hearing Yin Tianzhi’s plea, Lord Fan shot back without delay:
“Aren’t we here precisely to grasp this scarce opening?”
“Yet if the Cloud Sky Realm crumbles, do we charge ahead to throw our lives away pointlessly?”
Yin Tianzhi arched his brows and replied:
“Does heaven dictate our path? Victory or defeat rests in our hands! Without giving our all, how can we tell it’s impossible?”
A sneer cut in from the side:
“Hah, Taoist Friend Yin puts it so nobly—then why not lead the entire Yin Family here? What’s with just your small group showing up?”
Yin Tianzhi’s expression soured, and he fell quiet at last.
The argument rang true, yet he truly couldn’t follow through. Beyond that, dragging every top-tier cultivator from the Yin Family into this, only for their base in Zhang’s Ruins to fall to rival powers, would leave him unable to face his family’s descendants.
For them, clan endurance always ranked highest.
Particularly in the harsh wilds of Zhang’s Ruins.
That notion prompted another glance toward the faint gleam at the Realm Sea’s fringe.
“May it all go without a hitch.”
His wish burned deep inside.
…
Cloud Sky Realm.
Azure Dragon Mountain Range.
Within the protective light barrier.
The skinny elder and the young man in earthy robes stared in horror and disbelief as the Northern Great Bodhisattva struck abruptly from beyond the realm, aiming straight at Wang Ba.
“Watch out!”
That Northern Great Bodhisattva, rivaling Sect Leader Bai of the Cloud Sky Sect in power, had revealed his terrifying strength during the initial realm invasion; mid-stage Tribulation Crossing Cultivators seemed mere playthings before him, captured effortlessly. This marked their initial brush with peak Tribulation Crossing prowess.
And now, this mighty figure cast aside all dignity to unleash a sneak assault!
Strangely, though, Wang Ba took the hit from him and stood firm, stunning the pair into silence.
“How in the world did he pull that off?!”
Snapping back, the skinny elder brimmed with awe and joy.
The upheavals overhead raced by in a blur; he lost track of the Northern Great Bodhisattva’s form, spotting only a golden Buddha’s Palm streaking like molten light directly at Wang Ba!
His pulse quickened once more, but right as clarity eluded him, a mighty lion’s bellow thundered across the entire Cloud Sky Realm!
Though not aimed his way, the roar alone churned his Blood Energy, pushing his frail Primordial Spirit to the brink of shattering!
Alarmed, he shielded his Primordial Spirit at once and hastened to process the Treasure Pill he’d swallowed before within it.
The Eighth Tier Treasure Pill that Wang Ba had obtained from the Cloud Sky Sect proved remarkably potent. Were it not for the brief interval since ingestion, with effects yet to peak, plus his prior reckless use of Secret Techniques that further damaged his Primordial Spirit, he wouldn’t feel so exposed.
Thankfully, the prompt refining brought a minor recovery to his Primordial Spirit.
Still, no room for dwelling—he whipped his gaze toward the roar’s origin.
There, a white-robed figure perched upon the lion’s crown, jolting him to recognition:
“That’s… that’s the one from the Canlong Realm…”
“Heavenly Monarch Chao!”
Memories flooded back of their first glimpse of this being.
In the previous realm assault, as death loomed near, Heavenly Monarch Chao had burst onto the scene alongside another Realm Master, Xiahou Demon of the Void Demon Realm, and True Man Gai, turning the tide together.
He had directed the Ten Thousand Headed Lion Beast to scatter hordes of Bodhisattvas and Arhats, standing invincible against all, eventually compelling Supreme True Buddha’s forces to withdraw. That event had unveiled for him the awe-inspiring arts of a Mahayana Cultivator, nearly divine in scope.
Hence, this Mahayana powerhouse lingered sharply in his mind.
Of course, the prior wave of Bodhisattvas and Arhats paled in number compared to this onslaught.
Even then, just two Great Bodhisattvas had joined, along with a single Lord of Six Paths.