Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1571 - 98 The Spirit Beast Finally Evolves_3

Chapter 1571 -98 The Spirit Beast Finally Evolves_3

Seeing this Three-Legged Crow.

At that moment, Wang Ba seemed to vaguely realize something.

“Master!”

Wang Qingyang’s anxious voice instantly shattered his meditation.

Wang Ba snapped out of it, looking at Song Dongyang, whose eyes had completely turned blood-red and whose demeanor seemed entirely consumed by demonic madness.

He shook his head slightly:

“The Star Vase poured the essence of starwater accumulated over a thousand years into his body all in one breath, refining his mortal flesh and building a starry body. It was a kind act, but it neglected the fact that he, someone who had never touched the Dao of Cultivation, suddenly achieved Foundation Establishment. How could he possibly control such power?”

As if hearing Wang Ba’s words, a bottle suddenly flew out from the center of Song Dongyang’s brows. From within the bottle manifested the illusory figure of a girl child, babbling indistinctly before her expression became remorseful.

Wang Ba gestured dismissively, “Your intentions were good, but next time, don’t be so impatient.”

He then turned to Song Dongyang and let out a deep ‘Duo’ sound, his voice resonating like a mighty bell, abruptly piercing Song Dongyang’s muddled consciousness and striking into his Spiritual Government:

“You dream of the butterfly, yet the butterfly dreams of you; you are you, and the butterfly is you!”

“Foolish child, awaken!”

The mysterious sound echoed into his ears!

In the next instant.

Song Dongyang’s body shuddered, and a hint of clarity flashed through his eyes!

The crimson hue receded swiftly.

His previous crazed and demonic aura instantly transformed into one of calm and steadiness. Perhaps due to absorbing memories of his past life, he now carried an air of wisdom, tempered by the accumulation of time.

Looking at Wang Ba, he revealed a guilty expression and quickly knelt down:

“Your disciple is incompetent…”

Just as he was about to fully kneel, he suddenly felt a light yet firm force lift him up.

Song Dongyang hurriedly raised his head, seeing his teacher’s gentle smile:

“Such small setbacks and hardships—no need to perform such grand gestures. Now that you’ve come to understand your past and present self, you should know that we cultivators are not so bound by such customs.”

Song Dongyang felt a slight relief in his heart and said apologetically:

“Yes, but I have indeed let Master down.”

“Cultivation is akin to life; can there truly be a path entirely free of obstacles? Losses are inevitable—better to endure more now and suffer less later.”

Wang Ba said with a faint smile.

Wang Qingyang, on the other hand, could hardly contain himself:

“Master, does this mean I can teach Junior Brother the ‘Dharmas into One’ technique now?”

Wang Ba pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said:

“No, he will still cultivate Xingdou Peak’s ‘Star Fighting Scripture.'”

Both Wang Qingyang and Song Dongyang were startled by this response.

Song Dongyang, being new to the sect, refrained from questioning. Wang Qingyang, however, had no such reservations and tugged on Wang Ba’s sleeve while asking:

“Master, why is this? Since Junior Brother has already apprenticed under you, why treat him differently?”

Wang Ba merely smiled lightly without explanation. Turning to the slightly disappointed Song Dongyang, he said:

“Aside from cultivating the ‘Star Fighting Scripture,’ you must also read widely.”

Upon hearing this, Song Dongyang’s heart was immediately lifted. Having been engrossed in books for years in the mortal realm, this was hardly a challenge for him. He promptly replied:

“I will study diligently.”

Wang Ba shook his head, his smile tinged with an odd quality:

“No, not just diligent study. I have another goal for you… Within the sect’s Dharma Scripture Library, there are 49,546 secret texts, over 2,540,000 miscellaneous volumes, and 160,000 titles on the Hundred Arts. You must not only read them all but also master them. With the foundation of your past life, most subjects should not be too challenging.”

Wang Qingyang’s mouth hung open in astonishment.

Even Song Dongyang, now more composed, widened his eyes.

“This… Teacher, how long would that take?”

Wang Ba smiled slightly:

“Whether a hundred years or a thousand, it matters not. You merely need to find a suitable place to cultivate here. After forming your Golden Core, when your lifespan is more ample, you may enter the Dharma Scripture Library. With my Token, you shall have unrestricted access.”

“In your previous life, you faltered at Immortal Ascension. In this life, if you heed my instructions, I dare not promise everything, but the path to Void Refining should be smooth.”

Song Dongyang froze upon hearing this.

Having awakened to his past life’s memories, he was no longer the ignorant novice who knew nothing of the Dao of Cultivation. He fully understood the difficulty of Immortal Ascension. If achieving it meant reading the entirety of the Dharma Scripture Library, what was that in comparison?

He immediately bowed deeply to Wang Ba once more.

Wang Ba nodded slightly before instructing Wang Qingyang to escort him away for further arrangements and cultivation.

Everything was kept simple.

Once Song Dongyang had departed, Wang Ba stood with his hands behind his back, gazing slightly upward toward the world outside of the Dungeon.

“True Martial and the Kingdom of Immortals—both pose substantial threats to the heart. Fortunately, they are likely to remain entangled for quite some time…”

“As for the Primitive Demonic Sect, Han Yanzi, the old Demon Head, has been laying low ever since the last encounter. By merely dispatching his disciples outward, he currently poses no threat to Wanxiang Sect. The other continents are even less of a concern… This moment of peace is truly rare.”

He exhaled deeply and turned his gaze to the distant Spirit Chicken Mountain, his eyes reflecting both anticipation and a rare sense of concern:

“For the rest of it… the outcome rests upon you.”

Half a year later.

Wang Ba squatted in the designated hatching place atop Spirit Chicken Mountain, watching a freshly hatched chick emerge—a creature the size of half a millstone, neither entirely like a goose nor fully resembling a chicken. Its damp feathers clung to its body, and its eyes had yet to open.

The joy in Wang Ba’s heart was beyond measure.

“Male and female distinctions, with the Dao intention condensed in the beak… Success! The Dao Intent Spirit Beast has finally been cultivated!”

“The construction of the Taoist Field can finally begin!”

Though it was only a single creature for now, the viability of this path had been proven.

From this point onward, everything would become a matter of time.

And at present, was a rare time of peace.

…

Time flows like water.

The march of cultivation pays no heed to the passing years.

In a blink, five cycles of sixty years had elapsed…