Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2480: 229: Origin_2

His scattered thoughts quickly crystallized into focus.

Ultimately, the strange nature of this location became apparent to him:

“Wait, shouldn’t I be questioning my current whereabouts or searching for a way out?”

“Why does my mind keep wandering to completely irrelevant matters?”

An icy chill gripped his soul.

His consciousness grew sharp and alert instantly.

His ‘vision’ surveyed the surroundings with intensity.

Initially, this aquatic expanse appeared unremarkable. However, as he scrutinized it, he was startled to ‘perceive’ that the dust motes drifting through the water were brimming with emotions as vibrant as his own. Within these tiny specks, he could discern fragmented images and chaotic, fleeting lives…

“Could these be True Spirits as well?!”

Wang Ba felt his consciousness shudder as he instinctively scanned the vicinity.

Throughout the vast reach of the water, such particles were scattered everywhere!

“What manner of place is this, to harbor so many True Spirits?!”

He reflexively drifted toward these particles, but the moment his essence ‘shifted,’ he felt his previously clear memories begin to blur, accompanied by a sudden, pervasive wave of weakness…

He noted immediately that his ‘movement’ had generated subtle ripples in the otherwise still and clear water.

From the surrounding dust motes, flashes of raw fear emanated, causing them to scatter further away, pushed by the wake of his motion.

“Are they… afraid of me?”

Wang Ba was briefly stunned, then a realization dawned upon him, causing his heart to plummet.

“A gathering ground for True Spirits, could this possibly be…”

He ‘searched’ the area, and at that instant, the truth revealed itself:

“Here… is this the Domain Origin?”

When any being in a Domain meets their end, their True Spirit inevitably returns to the Domain’s origin to be recycled into the cycle of reincarnation.

However, he quickly dismissed this thought.

“No, it cannot be the Domain Origin; it is far more likely to be the ‘Realm Sea of Origin.’”

One is a minor component within the Realm Sea, whereas the other serves as the very bedrock of the entire existence. The difference is as wide as the heavens and the earth.

He was certain it wasn't the Domain Origin because he had witnessed such a place before. Since it functioned as a hub for True Spirits and was clearly not the Domain Origin, his conclusion was ninety percent certain: this was the ultimate Origin Place of the entire Realm Sea.

As this hypothesis solidified, a bolt of spiritual insight struck him:

“When Xuan Yuanzi’s True Spirit ascended long ago, it arrived at this Realm Sea of Origin… Now that I exist in the state of a True Spirit, have I reached the Realm Sea of Origin for the same fundamental reason?”

“No, there remains another possibility…”

A more harrowing truth struck his consciousness:

“Could it be that I have actually perished?”

Just as a being’s destruction within a Domain dictates a return to its origin for re-manifestation—a natural law governing the Realm Sea—this seemed to be the path he was traversing. Even if it differed from the mechanics of mortal Cultivation, it was an immutable natural law.

Upon this realization, Wang Ba felt no overwhelming despair, only a lingering sense of melancholy.

Across the long span of history, only a handful have truly grasped the secrets of life and death or attained true immortality.

Although he had ascended to the Tribulation-Transcending Realm early on, he had never once disregarded the perils inherent on the path of Cultivation. Nevertheless, his relentless struggle against death and his string of unlikely victories had lulled him into believing that, should this day arrive, it would be in the distant, unforeseen future. He never imagined that his life would conclude during his very peak.

“So, this is the explanation.”

Wang Ba felt a wave of sadness.

Why did he arrive here? Why did even the softest movement drain his remaining vitality? Because his life had already ended.

All that remained was a flicker of his True Spirit—a stream devoid of its source, a tree severed from its roots. Even in total stillness, he could sense his essence slowly dissipating.

“I am truly dead, it seems.”

For a fleeting moment, a wave of longing washed over him.

The deep-seated obsessions of his past did not dissipate, but instead transformed into soft regrets, echoing in the hollows of his spirit:

“Bu Chan… if she finds out I have departed, will she be overcome with grief?”

Facing the finality of existence, he felt no rage or deep sorrow, nor did his thoughts immediately fly to the Little Cang World. He did not fret over the Tianshang Buddha’s plans for the Realm Sea. Instead, his mind drifted toward the solitary figure always watching over the Wanfa Peak of the Wanxiang Sect.

Only after that did he consider the Little Cang World.

He could only heave a silent sigh:

“As for what fate awaits your path, perhaps only the Realm Sea can truly foresee…”

With another heavy sigh, a separate thought surfaced within his mind.

“Within a Domain, the fallen return to the Domain Origin for reincarnation. Thus, the True Spirits within the Realm Sea of Origin must follow a similar cycle.”

“But what manner of creatures reside in the Realm Sea?”

His confusion vanished as a sudden realization sparked a surge of astonishment:

“Innate Divine Demons!”

“Is it possible that after death, the True Spirits within the Realm Sea are reborn as Innate Divine Demons?”

“In other words, the past lives of these Innate Divine Demons likely included cultivators and various spirit beasts!”

Grasping this, Wang Ba felt a complex mixture of awe and resignation.

After all the struggles and trials, it turned out that across the grand scale of the Realm Sea, both Innate Divine Demons and cultivators were merely players caught in a perpetual cycle of rebirth.”