Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2502: 236: True Spirit Transformation_3
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He grasped the “Realm Sea Anecdotes”.
Yet he remained uncertain whether his True Spirit had transformed amid these days spent grasping the rules, for previously imperceptible details within the “Realm Sea Anecdotes” now slowly unveiled themselves before his gaze.
He witnessed the relentless conflicts raging in the Second Realm Sea—Immortal Gate versus Demon Dao, Ghost Path against Demon Dao, Demon Path clashing with Buddhism…
He beheld the Realm Sea's Void left in ruins amid those brutal wars, a landscape of utter destruction…
He noted how the great powers endlessly fought, yet those at higher levels never stepped in to halt the chaos.
At the very least, in the sections visible to him, no Golden Immortal ever appeared, as though they silently permitted these wars to erupt and persist…
“Perhaps Golden Immortals all crave entry into the First Realm Sea, ignoring everything else.”
“Immortals boast near-endless lifespans, but desires that refuse to fade still burn within them.”
He soon shut the book once more, though the frailty in his body paled against the tangled disappointment weighing on his heart.
In that instant, he faintly grasped Tibo’s mindset.
“All view the far shore as the sole path to freedom, exhausting every means to attain it. For Third Realm Sea dwellers, the Second Realm Sea stands as that distant shore few ever touch.”
“Yet according to ‘Realm Sea Anecdotes’, even after ascending to immortality and reaching the Second Realm Sea, cultivation knows no end—strife, plots, and schemes persist. True Immortals share this fate, merely avoiding direct involvement most times.”
“From Human Immortal to Profound Immortal, then Heavenly Immortal…”
“Scarce few stay detached.”
“Refuse to join, or once entangled, breaking free from the ceaseless battles proves impossible.”
“The Second Realm Sea stretches vast, yet feels so confined… no sanctuary, no true haven.”
With a soft sigh, Wang Ba swallowed an elixir and resumed turning the pages, seeking any path out of the Realm Sea of Origin.
Despite poring over countless hidden tales about the Second Realm Sea's state, he found no mention whatsoever of True Spirit.
Disappointment crept in unavoidably.
With merely a handful of elixirs remaining, he ceased his persistence and shut the book.
Letting out a faint sigh, he momentarily doubted his earlier conclusions:
“Is it possible I’ve misjudged entirely?”
His eyes scanned the shelf's volumes, when a sudden idea sparked.
“Now that ‘Realm Sea Anecdotes’ reveals more content, might other books yield secrets too?”
Unable to hold back, he turned his attention to the remaining tomes on the shelf.
Sure enough, the instant his gaze landed on them, sharp pain stabbed through, forcing him to avert his eyes swiftly.
Though his mind braced for it, the lack stirred little surprise, only deepening the letdown:
“Nothing there either?”
Glancing over the last volume brought no sensation, simply because a bookcase concealed it.
After a brief pause, he slipped an elixir into his mouth discreetly, then tried shifting the bookcase to access it.
True to form, the very moment he drew the book from its case—even a mere sideways look—his mind jolted violently once again!
It felt as if a veil over his consciousness had been torn away.
A sensation utterly unlike perusing any other volume.
Shock, daze, confusion…
Even after hastily sealing the bookcase, the True Spirit's surging intensity lingered, rapidly draining his vitality…
Fortune favored him with the prepared elixir; as exhaustion mounted, it swiftly restored his strength.
Strangely, this round brought a subtle, ineffable ease, reminiscent of grueling cultivation—spent yet profoundly refreshed.
“What in the world is this thing? Truly just a book?”
Sensing his True Spirit's condition, Wang Ba marveled inwardly.
With scant elixirs left, he dared not delay, departing the Waterside Pavilion to submerge in the water and revert to True Spirit Fish form.
This time, unnoticed by him, the glow enveloping his body persisted steadily, gently swirling and pulsing around him.
Plunging into the Water of Origin, its nurturing embrace soothed his state; bolstered True Spirit physique in tow, Wang Ba brimmed with rare delight.
Thus, he eagerly absorbed the myriad rules etched across the Sky Dome, as Li Yuehua supplied elixirs at intervals, while he sporadically visited the Waterside Pavilion to delve into “Realm Sea Anecdotes” and that peculiarly sheltered tome.
Though not a single character from the sheltered book proved legible, through cycles of exhaustion and renewal, he felt his True Spirit surging stronger by the day.
Uncertain of the exact gains from a fortified True Spirit, he pressed on regardless, lacking alternatives for now.
One more day, he exited the Waterside Pavilion, shifted to True Spirit Fish, and dove into the depths.
Right then, his reflection gleamed upon the serene water's surface…
“Has my form stretched this far already?”
Wang Ba stared in astonishment!
Previously, he’d transformed mid-dive, missing such shifts. Now, the True Spirit Fish's mirror image revealed a serpentine elongation, its fin-borne vertical pennants vaguely akin to eagle talons…
This sight ignited an immediate realization in Wang Ba’s thoughts:
“True Spirit evolving toward a dragon?”
As wonder gripped him, the Water of Origin ceaselessly nourished his True Spirit form.
At this juncture, with his True Spirit body mending amid swims through the Water of Origin, a peculiar intuition arose, drawing his gaze downward:
“It’s as if… I sense my original body!”