Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1570 - 98 The Spirit Beast Finally Evolves_2

Chapter 1570 -98 The Spirit Beast Finally Evolves_2

“Over the years, on Huangji Continent, the battles between the True Martial Cultivators and the Kingdom of Immortals have been exceptionally fierce. Even now, there seems no sign of an end… However, it’s been said that the True Martial Cultivators have already begun secretly purging the northern Tianmo Continent. The Kingdom of Immortals might not stand a chance against them… Who knows why they insist on fighting over this?”

Wang Ba shook his head slightly upon hearing this, his gaze toward Wang Qingyang carrying a trace of helplessness:

“I know your heart is set on cultivation, but as the Vice Hall Master of Tianyuan Hall, even though your position is nominal, you should at least pay some attention to the situation across the realms.”

As he spoke, he casually used his hand to draw a rough map of the Little Cang World on the ground before him.

“The three western continents have been submerged by floods; it’s unclear whether they’re exposed now. Northsea Continent is the transformed Mystic Tortoise, and no one dares to set foot there lightly. Zhongsheng Continent, suspended in isolation, is surrounded by the unfathomable Yuanci Sea, and few can traverse it, so it’s also excluded. That leaves only Fenglin Continent, Tianmo Continent, Huangji Continent, and Jingyuan Continent in the entirety of the Little Cang World.”

“Tianmo Continent’s environment is harsh; Jingyuan Continent, though abundant in Spiritual Energy, is too small. As for Fenglin Continent, the True Martial Cultivators and the Kingdom of Immortals originally fled there in the first place.”

Wang Ba’s point soon made Wang Qingyang piece things together:

“Then only Huangji Continent remains… No wonder!”

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“That’s why the two sides must compete. They’re unlike us—our people have little demand for population or land; as long as Spiritual Energy suffices, it’s enough. However, both the True Martial Cultivators and the Kingdom of Immortals urgently need population. Moreover, they understand well that because of this dependency, they are natural adversaries. Each side would’ve eradicated the other if given the chance.”

Wang Qingyang suddenly understood.

Wang Ba sighed softly:

“What surprises me is that the Kingdom of Immortals has managed to withstand the True Martial Cultivators for so long… It seems those Evil Gods have hidden quite a few tricks up their sleeves.”

“But this can be seen as good news—the longer the Kingdom of Immortals endures, the more time we have to focus on more important matters.”

This time, Wang Qingyang knew exactly what his master meant by ‘more important matters.’ He couldn’t help shifting his gaze toward Spirit Chicken Mountain:

“Master, has that egg hatched yet?”

“Almost.”

Wang Ba also glanced toward Spirit Chicken Mountain, a glimmer of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Just then, Song Dongyang experienced another change.

At this moment, his eyes turned crimson unconsciously; his expression alternated between vacant foolishness and hysterical laughter. His white hair flew chaotically as he flailed his arms and legs, descending into madness:

“Who am I? Who is me?”

“What am I seeking? Where is the Dao?”

“Master!”

Wang Qingyang, alarmed by the scene, quickly looked to Wang Ba.

Wang Ba saw this and understood that if he did not intervene now, this newly enlightened disciple might fall deeply into his Heart Demon, unable to escape. His life might become utterly wasted.

Yet at this moment, a thought arose in his heart—a thought that should not have existed:

“Dongyang is very likely the destined calamity bearer. But if I don’t act now and let him fall into the Heart Demon, does this destiny still count as destiny?”

With that thought, his mind stirred, and he turned to look at Song Dongyang.

He saw Song Dongyang’s head surrounded by dim starlight from the Ziwei constellation, calamity aura rising sharply, and the light of merit disappearing all at once.

Wang Ba froze in place, stunned!

“Destiny… It is said to be favored by the Little Cang World’s will, but why does my mere change of thought alter the luck of this so-called destined person?”

“Is it because I saw him and, by seeing, intervened, or is there another reason…?”

Destiny can be changed, yet cannot be changed.

This principle was made clear from the very beginning by the Divination Path.

It can be changed because when diviners see another’s fate, their mere existence and actions alter that fate.

This is the concept of ‘to see is to intervene.’

The Divination Path largely follows natural trends, but it also embraces such characteristics to some extent.

Yet destiny cannot be changed, for perhaps the heavens have long calculated the diviner’s intervention. What is seen may merely be what destiny allows one to see, and one’s actions after seeing might already be part of the heavenly calculation.

Because of this inherent contradiction, many cultivators used to believe the Divination Path simply didn’t exist.

What you see as the future is not reality but merely a facade crafted by the will of the Little Cang World.

This belief once caused the Divination Path to teeter on the brink of extinction.

Most cultivators subscribe to the idea of ‘my fate is determined by me, not by the heavens.’

If what you see is merely a deliberate illusion by the heavens, it’s better to know nothing and focus on cultivation.

Once your cultivation realm is high enough, what can fate do to you?

At worst, rise to ascension—leave fate behind altogether, and refuse to play the game.

But what weighed on Wang Ba’s heart now was that his single thought caused a change in Song Dongyang’s future luck, a meaning far removed from the concept of destiny being mutable or immutable.

This suggested that, in some sense, he was the one manipulating destiny!

At least within the Little Cang World, and at least regarding Song Dongyang.

“What is going on here?”

For once, Wang Ba felt a rare trace of dread coursing through his heart.

Not fear of fate, but fear of what lies behind the possibility itself.

“Caw! Caw-caw!”

Raucous cries rang out from Spirit Chicken Mountain nearby. The fully mature Three-Legged Crow bounded back and forth along the hillside, a somewhat tattered Class II bird puppet leaping and hopping alongside it.