Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2372 - 192: Changes Within the Realm (Part 3)
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Yet in this place, no Witch has managed to attain the Eighth Tier in the manner of Chong Hua.
Even 'Yi', the reincarnation of Wang Xu and the one Wang Ba knew best out of all of them, encountered precisely this same barrier.
From Chong Hua's personal insights, it appears that the Seventh Tier marks the ultimate boundary for the Dao of True Martial.
In contrast to the route pursued by Cultivators, the abbreviated path of the Dao of True Martial proves far too rough and confined in the end, pushed to its utmost limits for rapid progress, yet also draining every bit of future promise far too soon.
Moreover, without a grasp of the Dao, they cannot sense the rules in the way a Cultivator does, making any further progression impossible.
Out of everyone there, just Chong Hua and Yu Yu distinguished themselves by breaking through to the Eighth Tier.
However, after thorough examination, even they remain uncertain about the cause; after much reflection, they could only credit it to the Immortal Blood.
"The Immortal Blood holds the essence of creation, and that might be why it can compel a blocked route to open up, yet typical Witch People lack such an opportunity... it looks like we'll need to depend on the Twelve Dutian Formation."
By using the Twelve Dutian Formation, the Witch People could combine their powers to scarcely achieve the Crossing Tribulation stage, a finding Chong Hua arrived at through endless trials; that's the reason he's worked tirelessly to cultivate Seventh Tier Witch People, even assigning 'Yi' to guide numerous Witch People in the Domain, all with the wish that it could prove helpful one day.
"But... should the path of True Martial end right here, it would be far too regrettable. I truly hope that what I did before can support the Witch People in this area."
Wang Ba let out a soft sigh.
From the eight worldly skeletons, he severed certain redundant rules, seizing the chance during the rebuilding of Little Cang World following its destruction, to dispatch them toward the Northern Continent. His aim was to quietly weave these redundant rules into the forms of these True Martial Cultivators, granting them an innate affinity for specific rules akin to Spirit Beasts; though they lack comprehension of rules, they could keep pushing forward and shattering constraints by tapping into the rules embedded in their lineages.
Whether this impulsive effort would bear fruit remained unknown to him, yet it stood as one of the limited methods he could devise to assist the Witch People.
"Upon reflection, the powers that Little Cang World can now summon are hardly minor even across the Great Realm."
Wang Ba's mind stirred faintly.
Among the Witch People, excluding Chong Hua and Yu Yu, the Twelve Dutian Formation could gather enough might to mimic the power of four at the Crossing Tribulation stage.
For the Cultivators, leaving aside Yao Wudi who has begun to grasp rules, the presence of Chongyuan Patriarch, Qitian Patriarch, Taoist Man, and himself would likely outmatch most Great Realms.
Without even mentioning the thousands of Unification cultivators from the three major factions; when they unite in array, they form a formidable army, and should they manage to overcome the tribulation within Little Cang World, their prospects become all the more extraordinary.
Since he first seized full control of Little Cang World, only two thousand years have passed—from an era when the whole Domain yielded not a single Unification cultivator to the present dominance over the entire Sea of Chaos Realm; the advancement has been immense, and briefly, he found himself touched by a sense of relief.
Still, this faint surge of satisfaction swiftly faded as he thought back to the might shown in Supreme True Buddha's epic clash within the Cloud Sky Realm.
"Little Cang World has exerted itself to the fullest; now, it's time to address the next issue."
With a flick of his sleeve, a form abruptly tumbled free from inside.
This was none other than an Arhat, wrapped in Divine Patterns.
Wang Ba lifted his hand and jabbed a finger, causing the Divine Patterns around the Arhat to dissolve at once, upon which the Arhat's eyes snapped open, desperate to flee at the earliest moment.
However, the very second he emerged, he provoked a response from Little Cang World, as thunderous clouds swiftly gathered over the Sky Dome.
Wang Ba remained impassive, extending his hand in a relaxed motion to intervene.
The Arhat's features twisted in terror, resembling a tiny rodent snared in his grip; then, with another sweep of his sleeve, the thunderous clouds overhead dispersed in an instant.
Gazing upon the Arhat's countenance brimming with astonishment and dread.
A trace of sinister red gleamed briefly in Wang Ba's gaze...