Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2500: 236: True Spirit Transformation

Right at this instant.

A strange sensation suddenly welled up without reason in Wang Ba’s heart.

He appeared to feel a complete fusion with all the surrounding space.

His awareness quickly spread from the waterside pavilion straight down to the underlying Water of Origin.

As though the fathomless Realm Sea of Origin had finally recognized him…

Sudden enlightenment dawned upon Wang Ba’s mind:

“Is the Realm Sea of Origin reacting to my solemn great vow, maybe sensing the Supreme True Buddha’s corruption in the Third Realm Sea too?”

“The Supreme True Buddha resembles a cancerous growth in the Realm Sea; unless excised, it will inevitably swallow the whole Realm Sea eventually…”

“But if it detects this threat, then surely Taiyuan, the Lord of Realm Sea, does as well?”

Faintly, something clicked for him, yet greater bewilderment followed:

“Yet if my hunch is right, why not manifest directly and explain everything? Why all these circuitous maneuvers?”

Unconvinced fully, he nonetheless sensed involvement of forces surpassing his comprehension, on a loftier plane.

Abruptly aware of an inner dilemma, he contemplated Taiyuan, Lord of the Third Realm Sea’s absence from the True Immortal registry.

Confounded,

“To what cultivation level has Taiyuan, Lord of the Realm Sea, attained?”

“Definitely not Golden Immortal; otherwise, no such convoluted efforts required.”

“From overhearing his guest talks, True Immortal seems improbable—Heavenly Immortal more likely.”

“Still, single-handedly safeguarding the Third Realm Sea marks Taiyuan as far from average among Heavenly Immortals.”

Grasping Taiyuan’s possible stake, turmoil abruptly churned in Wang Ba’s heart.

“Should my suspicions prove true, a fallback scheme must exist for my getaway…”

This realization spurred him; no time to waste—he swiftly reopened “Miscellaneous Records of Realm Sea” for another scan.

After all, confined to True Spirit status, the profound mysteries in “Miscellaneous Records of Realm Sea” far outstripped his grasp.

Besides, ignorant of underlying causal links, comprehending much proved impossible.

Insights he had gained aplenty, yet from some angles, his viewpoint in the Third Realm Sea trailed Taiyuan, the Lord of Realm Sea.

Yet information remains just that—insufficient to unlock further gains.

Having leafed through briefly longer, Wang Ba’s figure began fading anew.

Shocked, he reached for another elixir instinctively, dismayed to discover only one lingered unbeknownst.

“Devouring elixirs like this for mere travel notes.”

Slightly shaking his head, Wang Ba refused laxity, gulped down the final pill, forwent more perusal, shut “Miscellaneous Records of Realm Sea,” pondered silently the myriad revelations within, delving deeper:

“While the great vow path offers eventual salvation, bypassing the Dao of Dharmas’ lethal Mahayana breakthrough pitfall—that’s future concern; presently, paramount is securing return to the Realm Sea.”

“My fleshly body’s plight seems secure… Master’s wife taught that preserved Spiritual Wisdom signals intact form; likely captured by Supreme True Buddha or sheltered by Master Chao alongside Quiet Cave Master.”

“Alternately, the presence from Zhang’s Ruins.”

Wang Ba’s eyes flashed.

True Spirit’s progressive fortification clarified his recollections sharply.

Vividly, he recalled True Spirit tugged by the emanation from Zhang’s Ruins’ horn.

This attraction echoed his debut brush with Zhang’s Ruins core—that apparent immortal cadaver doubtless harboring an entity transcending the Third Realm Sea.

“Only unclear why True Spirit bypassed lingering in Zhang’s Ruins core, landing instead at Realm Sea of Origin.”

“Hence, physical body potentially rescued by Zhang’s Ruins’ inhabitant too.”

Awareness of this steadied Wang Ba’s spirit gradually.

Subsequently, contemplative scan swept the study:

“Assuming Taiyuan matches my conjecture, True Spirit’s departure from Realm Sea of Origin must lurk somewhere in this pavilion.”

Full survey revealed waterside pavilion’s sparse, unadorned design.

Beyond bookshelf stood only plain tables, chairs, suspended paintings, calligraphy et cetera.

Furniture bore no distinction; material unidentified yet akin to pavilion environs.

Picture simpler still: solitary ‘Dao’ glyph.

‘Dao’ exuded nothing special, mere ornamental like in mundane scholar’s chamber.

Pavilion decor ill-befitting Taiyuan’s eminence.

Wang Ba’s scrutiny darted about, fixating bookshelf—sidestepping sundry tomes, glossing “Miscellaneous Records of Realm Sea,” homing top book box.

Box sheltered slender tome, owner’s prized possession thus encased.

Brief hesitation gripped Wang Ba before ghostly hand withdrew box—featherlight, void-like—yet extracting booklet unleashed mind-rending thunderclap.

Eyes snapped away instantly, booklet thrust back into box posthaste.