Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1774 - 12: Guantao Realm

"Quiet down! Don’t let everything here collapse!"

"Deputy Sect Master, this should be their Hall of Cultivation. I see many things similar to our jade slips, and there’s something here that can still be used!"

Tang Ji carefully stepped over the threshold of this hall, which was obviously much grander than the other houses, while cautiously holding something that looked neither gold nor jade, resembling a bamboo slip, and handed it to Wang Ba. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

Wang Ba took it gently, feeling warm and smooth like precious jade, and curiously sent his spiritual sense into it.

Immediately, a stream of intermittent text surged towards him.

These characters were completely unfamiliar to him, but fortunately, the bamboo slip worked similarly to a jade slip, directly infusing the true intent into one’s soul, so there was no need to recognize the characters to easily grasp their meaning.

However, Wang Ba did not let this opportunity slip by, with a slight movement of his mind, he compared the transmitted text, linking it to the true intent within.

With the mental strength of a Divinity Transformation cultivator, he quickly comprehended most of these characters.

Meanwhile, he also understood what this jade slip-like thing was conveying.

"My name is ’White Cloud Loose Man’... the sun and moon cast down, calamity devours the sky, demon path deceives the heart... fleeing of Myriad Saints... decay of all beings in the Guantao Realm... I could not bear the sight... thus I established the ’Spark Lineage’... whoever enters my sect must remember one thing... if you see the demon path, don’t listen to a single word, just flee!"

"Disciples of later generations, never forget this! Never forget this!!"

"Is this realm called Guantao Realm?"

Wang Ba withdrew his spiritual sense from the bamboo slip.

He gained a deeper understanding of this world.

Before the establishment of the ’Spark Sect’, this world apparently had its glorious times.

But for some unknown reason, a calamity seemed to have occurred inside the Guantao Realm, causing cultivators in this realm to flee, and those with the ability left, but inevitably some lacked the capacity, and the founder of this Spark Sect, ’White Cloud Loose Man’, was evidently one of them.

Compared to others with less power, this White Cloud Loose Man was obviously much more formidable, and out of compassion, he took in many ordinary people who were left behind, founding this ’Spark Sect’.

This bamboo slip, which still serves its purpose, was the entry jade slip for disciples to understand their sect.

Perhaps because it was used the most, the mana stored within was deeper, still able to function today.

What fascinated Wang Ba was what exactly the ’demon path’, repeatedly mentioned by White Cloud Loose Man in the bamboo slip-like jade slip, had done that made him emphasize to the entry-level disciples the absolute necessity of not forgetting it.

He even bluntly stated, "Don’t listen to a single word, just flee!", revealing such overt weakness.

But on second thought, since no one knows how long it has been since the establishment of this Spark Sect, that ’demon path’ must have long since passed away or ascended.

"To be able to flee a realm on a large scale, this Guantao Realm previously was certainly not weaker than Little Cang World. Yet it has declined to this state now... without Han Yanzi’s blood sacrifice incident, perhaps this would also be the future of Little Cang World."

With a sigh, Wang Ba felt his resolve grow stronger.

He handed the jade slip back to Tang Ji and let others take a look.

At the same time, he strolled into this ’Hall of Cultivation’ that had been sealed for who knows how many years.

In sight was a stately statue resembling bronze in the center most part of the hall.

The statue’s appearance differed from what Wang Ba had imagined—iron-faced, bushy beard, leopard-headed with round eyes, holding a sword in one hand and a whip in the other.

The brows radiated evil qi, not at all like the benevolent elder temperament suggested in the jade slip.

It left a deep impression.

Wang Ba gazed for a moment, then respectfully saluted the bronze statue.

Then he began walking toward the wooden platforms around.

On each wooden platform, there were similar bamboo slips with various inscriptions marked around them, which Wang Ba casually glanced over and recognized as some sort of prohibition method.

However, over time, these prohibitions had long since failed with the loss of spiritual energy.

The many bamboo slips protected among them had also lost their spiritual light.

Wang Ba did not give up, scanning each one with his spiritual sense, and infused mana.

Only to find that each bamboo slip quickly cracked and shattered, indicating they were unable to endure the ravages of time without preserved spiritual energy, appearing whole but actually a hollow shell.

Wang Ba felt a bit disappointed but unsurprised.

He had already anticipated this scenario after seeing the formations in the corridor vanish.

To learn the name of this domain and the roots of the sect here was already an unexpected gain.

He walked leisurely, pausing briefly at each wooden platform.

However, there was a pleasant surprise.

He stopped in front of one of the wooden platforms.

The inscriptions on this wooden platform were noticeably more complex than those seen before. As Wang Ba approached, there was still an almost imperceptible flow of spiritual energy, and a faint prohibition light suddenly lit up.

"Hmm?"

Wang Ba looked at the wooden platform in surprise, his gaze sweeping over the inscriptions, committing them to memory, then he couldn’t help but frown slightly.

He saw the troublesome nature of this prohibition, that if external forces tried breaking it, the prohibition would directly destroy the bamboo slip within.

"However..."

Wang Ba hesitated only a little before raising his hand and gently tapping it.