Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2383 196: Wisdom None_3
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During their discussion, he stopped hiding his aura entirely.
Nearly the moment his aura burst forth.
The cultivators from the Inner World at last became aware.
Right away, multiple silhouettes shot out from the inner domain, rapidly descending in front of the youth in purple armor just as the monk was about to depart.
Every one of their faces bore traces of doubt and wariness.
The foremost one towered imposingly, his features rigid and unyielding, a powerful sword intent radiating from his form, his tone grave as well. In that instant of arrival, he fixed his gaze on the monk and declared with gravity:
"I am Zhao Feng, the lowly lord of the Little Cang World."
"Lord... are you perhaps the Tribulation Crossing Great Power who disappeared from the Chaotic Sea ages ago?!"
The monk's eyes passed over this handful of people and confirmed they were all at the Perfect Practitioner stage. He gave a faint nod, ran his hand over his beard, and grinned:
"Layman Zhao possesses sharp insight."
From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the purple-armored youth standing nearby; despite the young man's efforts to stay composed, through 'Telepathy', the monk sensed the intense astonishment churning inside him, filling his own heart with immense delight.
This outcome was exactly what he had aimed for.
"Indeed a Tribulation Crossing Great Power!"
After the monk's confirmation, Zhao Feng and the other arriving cultivators displayed looks of utter astonishment, though to the monk, such reactions seemed utterly ordinary.
In the end, across the vast Sea of Chaos Realm, eons had gone by without any Tribulation Crossing Cultivator emerging. A mere glimpse of his prowess now stirred even the mightiest figures.
A wave of assurance swelled within him.
Something seemed to strike Zhao Feng; he glanced around the area and promptly murmured to his companions:
"Hurry and clear out the bystanders!"
A subtle smile then crept onto his severe countenance as he turned to the monk and spoke:
"Forgive our earlier rudeness; please step into the realm for a talk, senior."
At these words, the monk responded with a serene smile, and amid Qian Baimao's stunned and tangled stare, he willingly stepped into the Little Cang World...
At the same time.
Inside the Circle.
At the Taoist Field.
"Just a single Arhat has arrived?"
"The Supreme True Buddha appears to hold strong faith in his techniques."
Wang Ba remained with arms clasped behind him before a water mirror, flanked by Taoist Man and Chongyuan Patriarch.
As he observed the monk's image in the water mirror, his face stayed composed. He turned his head just a bit and inquired softly:
"These monks excel greatly in 'Telepathy'; have countermeasures been set?"
To his side, Taoist Man let out a light laugh:
"No need for the master to fret; simple Telepathy alone, I possess a myriad methods to veil this mystical art!"
Chongyuan Patriarch nodded in agreement and added:
"All preparations are complete; moreover, every ruin has been meticulously set up by my own hands, guaranteed to evade any detection."
"At present, the forces guarding the Little Cang World's perimeter have been properly positioned too. Should capture occur for real, any corrupted sections can be severed as needed, allowing quick recovery of true sentience. Naturally, whether Buddhism's doctrines impact the full mind remains unknown, so adaptations must follow the circumstances—this calls for thorough deliberation alongside Fellow Daoist Man."
Wang Ba gave a small nod, placing deep faith in Taoist Man's vast heritage.
Given his ally's command over endless legacies, while unraveling might prove tough sans grasp of Buddhism's six core precepts, it proved straightforward to deploy advance strategies against the enigmatic golden coin's sway over a cultivator's nature.
Staring at the monk through the water mirror, a subtle glint passed through Wang Ba's eyes:
"Wisdom None... may you prove worthy of that title, or else..."
He too commanded countless means to ensure this Arhat's demise right there.
But such action held no merit now.
Should Wisdom None perish, escaping the Chaotic Sea would turn troublesome for him.
It would further draw far worse calamities.
For the time being, he preferred not to clash head-on with the Supreme True Buddha.
"With Wisdom None now ensnared..."
"The following step involves readying our exit from the Chaotic Sea."
A mere mental command sent the Silkworm Dragon Staff drifting forth without a sound, settling into his grasp.
As he softly stroked the Silkworm Dragon Staff held in his palm, a host of divine beasts loomed quietly in his wake...