Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2386 197: Isolation_3

Wang Ba's eyes glanced across these sights, bringing back memories of the realm barrier's rupture, where the skies drooped low and the lands drew inward, stirring a faint wave of emotion within him.

Yet he quickly brushed aside those wandering notions and flung Fanming out from his sleeve.

Given how immense its form truly was, he had purposely employed a method to shrink its size beforehand.

Once free from Wang Ba's shielding, the Little Cang World at once detected the foreign rules' presence emanating from Fanming, causing thunderous clouds to swiftly amass overhead in thick layers.

"Master!"

Fanming jolted in alarm and swiftly turned its gaze toward Wang Ba.

Wang Ba offered a calm smile and replied:

"Heaven has granted a golden chance—why not seize it to refine your form and lineage, pushing toward greater heights?"

Enlightenment dawned on Fanming in an instant.

It unleashed a sharp cry.

Its wings unfurled broadly, while blue and red hues swirled and blended across its back.

A potent aura surged forth unrestrained, syncing with the thunder tribulation crashing down from above.

Feathers burst apart, hide ripped open, and flesh sundered.

Detecting the awareness of Bing 1, that initial Black-feathered Chicken, lingering inside Fanming, Wang Ba's heart twinged with pity, and he softly extended a finger toward the bolts of lightning.

Within the storm of electricity, Fanming's silhouette flared brightly, laced with violet sparks and icy white frost, casting a surreal glow over the entire heavens.

As the brilliance faded away.

Fanming had evolved, its lightning-wreathed essence weaving between two shapes—like avian and aquatic forms—parting and reuniting, gliding with ease.

Among these, the tangled rules unraveled bit by bit beneath the thunder's fury, unveiling a more refined bloodline.

A massive avian shadow billowed amid the gale inside the lightning, trembling as it ascended!

Moments later, it morphed rapidly into a gigantic fish, its frame coiling, darting as though through ocean depths.

With the lightning's fury mounting, the energy from those dual figures at last shattered a key threshold.

Boom!

The bird and the fish fused in a explosive burst, swallowed whole by the raging thunder.

In a blink.

A resonant whale's call echoed as a colossal fish erupted from the Thunder Pool, abruptly unfurling wings midair with a piercing screech, alerting every creature in the realm who all lifted their eyes skyward.

"What in the world is that...?"

Across the four continents' territories, ordinary folk stood frozen in awe.

A colossal bird vast enough to eclipse the heavens and veil the sun.

As though legends had leaped into reality!

Hovering over the surging ocean swells, Wang Ba observed Fanming's seamless rise to the Eighth Tier, a flicker of contentment crossing his features.

Thanks to its innate bloodline gifts and long years of seizing and absorbing vast quantities of Chaos Origin Substance, without the Sea of Chaos Realm's constraints holding it back, it would have long ago entered the Tribulation-Transcending Realm. Here in the Little Cang World at last, the breakthrough opportunity arrived, and unlike mortal cultivators who must grasp rules deeply, the outer rules' meddling barely hindered it at all.

Fanming's success filled him with newfound assurance.

Right away, he unleashed the Four Spirits, Wu Monkey King, Fu Gui, and the rest of those sacred beasts, pausing briefly in thought before also freeing the pink bunny who dubbed itself the 'Disaster Plague Immortal' from its restraints.

Using the abundance of premium spirit beast nurturing items that Master Chao had left behind prior to leaving, Wang Ba's tireless efforts had brought the Four Spirits, Wu Monkey King, and fellow spirit beasts to the very edge of advancement, and upon their return to the Little Cang World, the energies radiating from them proved impossible to contain.

He held no concerns for their progress.

His attention shifted to the pink bunny that hopped willingly onto Fu's head.

The pink bunny appeared utterly benign, yet the disaster plague essence cloaking it pulsed with extraordinary strength—even shy of the Tribulation-Transcending Realm, it made him wary, hesitant to handle it lightly.

Now, with a grin, he extended a gentle finger toward it.

The pink bunny's expression turned guarded at once, puffing out a cloud of dark green-black mist from its nostrils.

"Oooh—"

Fu beneath it caught the pink bunny's move and let out a soft, warning rumble.

The pink bunny narrowed its eyes, seeming hesitant as it pulled back the dark green-black mist into its nose.

Wang Ba's finger brushed its head lightly, feeling the downy softness there.

"Truly, it's another embodiment of rules."

Wang Ba mused to himself with a sigh.

Much like Fu Gui, the Disaster Plague Immortal's core was rules in living form.

Unlike the cold, impersonal rules themselves, these manifestations acted as sentient entities.

Typically, such entities spawned inside a domain, wielding savage might yet bound tightly by that domain's laws.

But this one originated beyond the realm, feeding on Chaos Origin Substance and World Eaters, indirectly consuming countless rules, and thus developed in ways far from its primal state.

"Who can say what form it might ultimately take."

Wang Ba let out a breath and retrieved a huge orb of plague toxin he'd distilled from the vapors gathered in the Zhang's Ruins Ten Thousand Demon Palace, sliding it gently before the pink bunny while cautioning:

"Make sure not a trace slips away, or I won't hesitate to punish you harshly!"

The pink bunny's gaze sparkled with excitement!

It bounded forward nimbly, clutching the orb in its forepaws, inhaling deeply from it, as dark green-black vapors streamed from the pearl straight into its nostrils, drawing an ecstatic expression across its face.

With the Disaster Plague Immortal's needs addressed in short order, Wang Ba centered his focus, lifted his hand in a grasping motion, and yanked a certain sacred beast concealed within the realm toward him.

"Awoo..."

The Blood Qilin, radiating Seventh Tier power, whimpered like a frightened pup while being dragged unwillingly through the air.

It tumbled to the ground mid-flight, spotting Wang Ba, and rushed forward with fawning eagerness, bowing its head to lap at Wang Ba's robes.

"You know better than to resist."

Wang Ba chuckled and stroked the Blood Qilin's head:

"Still, now it's time for you to get a taste of the broth."

Assembling the Four Spirits via the Ten Thousand Beasts Unbridled Technique yields the Candle Dragon; toss in the Blood Qilin, and it forms the sacred beast 'Chaos.'

The Four Spirits teetered on the cusp of Eighth Tier ascension already, so the Blood Qilin had no choice but to keep pace.

Gathering five fresh Eighth Tier sacred beasts through the Ten Thousand Beasts Unbridled Technique could deliver even greater wonders for him.

He inspected the Blood Qilin closely, then drew forth various spirit ingredients from his sleeve, mixing them on the spot, before prying apart its clamped jaws and pouring in a steaming cauldron of crimson elixir.

The Blood Qilin appeared completely horrified, fighting to eject the brew, but it soon wobbled unsteadily, collapsing into slumber within mere heartbeats.

Wang Ba steadied it with ease.

As the Blood Qilin drifted into sleep, fresh banks of thunderclouds began drifting across the skies once more...