Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2476: 228: Disappearance

The Ruins of Zhang.

Deep within the core, the atmosphere undulated with the slow rhythm of the ocean. As Wang Ba fed more immortal power into the horn he clutched, the surface of this abyssal sea began to churn with sudden waves...

These restless currents stirred a dormant consciousness from its slumber.

It opened its metaphorical eyes, radiating a flash of intense fury:

“Not again!”

“Will this never end?”

“Don’t think that just because you are Lu... wait?”

The consciousness paused, observing the confrontation unfolding just outside with a sense of stunned disbelief.

“That little monk from before is back...”

It felt a flicker of surprise:

“Why has he returned? Is he setting some sort of trap?”

“Does he truly dare?”

While this entity remained in shock, out in the nearby void, Wang Ba maintained a grave expression. He stared intently at the Tianshang Buddha Lord, who had manifested completely from the emptiness before him.

“Were you waiting here for me?” Wang Ba demanded solemnly.

Tianshang Buddha Lord kept his expression entirely indifferent. His heterochromatic eyes—one ink-black, the other vivid green-purple—fixed on Wang Ba. Any signs of the state he had suffered from Buddha Tianyin’s mutual destruction technique were gone, replaced by an aura far more oppressive than before.

He offered no words. He simply positioned one hand vertically while forming a seal with the other, reaching out gently toward Wang Ba.

There was no malice and no emotion, as casual as a calligrapher setting ink to page or a musician plucking a string. It was deceptively ordinary.

Yet to Wang Ba’s vision, the scene transformed into a monumental Buddha statue reaching toward the heavens, surrounded by legions of Bodhisattva and Arhat spirits chanting sutras, turning space into a true Buddha Kingdom.

The titan raised a palm vast enough to blot out the sky, its fingers resembling massive heavenly pillars descending.

The very fabric of the void shattered!

Wang Ba felt a heavy weight settle on his chest. The Divine Patterns covering his body flickered, then began to extinguish one by one.

“So that is why Master Chao and the Master of Quiet Cave haven’t arrived yet...”

His heart sank rapidly as the realization hit.

He understood clearly: he was entirely alone, forced to rely only on his own Dao.

His thoughts accelerated. As the runes pulsed, he activated the Wind-Driving Staff without hesitation. His form dissolved into a gust of blue wind, darting toward the Zhang’s Ruins.

Suddenly, he slammed into an unseen barrier!

Upon impact, mysterious chains forged from golden coins materialized in the void, warping slightly but holding firm, trapping him directly beneath the trajectory of the divine palm.

Locked in place, Wang Ba looked up to see the five fingers falling like mountain ranges, the whorls of the prints visible like deep ravines.

A profound sense of calm washed over him.

He knew that if that hand closed around him, all would be lost.

With absolute resolve, five magic wands burst forth from his Primordial Spirit simultaneously.

Earth-yellow, deep scarlet, azure blue, emerald, and vibrant green lights hovered above him.

The azure light shimmered, and a second Wang Ba stepped forward from the glow.

This double was an exact mirror, sharing his appearance and every subtle mannerism.

Immediately, it grasped the Overturning Water Staff, the True Fire Staff, and the Wind-Driving Staff. The Wind-Driving Staff flared, summoning a vortex of rules that propelled this shadow toward the descending fingers.

The real Wang Ba retained only the earth-yellow and emerald lights.

He wrapped himself in the earth-yellow barrier, solid as an immovable mountain, while the emerald light circled defensively.

Meanwhile, the second Wang Ba darted between the massive fingers, fluid as a stream, penetrating toward the palm's center.

Sensing the threat, the Buddha’s palm accelerated its descent.

In a heartbeat, the two collided with tremendous force.

At the moment of impact, the second Wang Ba’s hand sparked, driving the scarlet jade staff deep into the Buddha’s palm.

The staff passed through without resistance as flames erupted, instantly weaving an intricate sealing array across the hand, causing it to wither and shrink with violent speed.

“The True Fire Staff—a tool for warmth, combustion, and sealing...” A booming voice echoed from the Buddha Kingdom, seemingly as familiar with the staff’s properties as Wang Ba himself.

Wang Ba’s heart sank as he watched his duplicate attempt to strike at the Buddha’s main body.

“The Overturning Water Staff governs collection and replication. As long as the original exists, it can reform indefinitely. It is merely a mirror of illusions. The most efficient counter is to eliminate the original first.”

The voice remained detached and calm, speaking with an efficiency that felt instantaneous.

Wang Ba’s heart turned cold. Before the words even faded, the void beside him tore open. A mundane hand reached from the rift, striking directly at him.

Surprise flickered in his eyes—only to be replaced by absolute, chilling calm as the blow landed.