Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 1698 - 143 The Great Tribulation Begins

Chapter 1698: Chapter 143 The Great Tribulation Begins

In the depths of the Eightfold Sea.

The sea water undulates, fish swim with scales gleaming.

Qin Lingxiao stands alone in white, gracefully poised in this dark deep sea.

She gazes blankly at the black scaled robe man whose figure has grown more ephemeral, almost transparent.

The black scaled robe man looks at her indifferently, though they are less than a few zhang apart, his voice seems to come from another world:

“You… come… for what reason?”

Qin Lingxiao wakes as if from a dream, lowers her head, then lifts it to look at him, her voice slightly heavy:

“You are one with him, if the nature of the original body changes, does the incarnation change as well?”

The man in the black scaled robe remains indifferent:

“You… found… the original body?”

Hearing this fragmented voice, Qin Lingxiao finally senses something amiss. Her Spiritual Sense swiftly sweeps over him, only to be shocked to find she cannot perceive the existence of the man in the black scaled robe at all.

As if what is before her, speaking to her, is just a projection without substance.

“What has happened to you?”

She quickly asks.

“Assimilated by the Realm Membrane… cannot escape…”

The man’s voice in the black scaled robe remains unchanged.

“Assimilated by the Realm Membrane?!”

Qin Lingxiao’s heart trembles, subconsciously her figure flashes, reaching out to grab, but indeed she catches nothing but air.

In disbelief, she looks at the man in the black scaled robe before her:

“You, are you still alive?”

Being assimilated by the Realm Membrane, the end is the same as those predecessors who supplemented the heavens with their bodies during the ancient fall.

The True Spirit is obliterated, the Dao Domain becomes part of the Realm Membrane.

However, the black scaled robe man in front of her, although his speech is slow, he can still talk, but he is not like those predecessors.

Thus Qin Lingxiao is naturally bewildered and suspicious.

The man in the black scaled robe calmly says:

“In twenty to thirty years… there will be no more of me.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Lingxiao’s heart sinks at once:

“Isn’t there any other way?”

Indifferently, the man in the black scaled robe replies:

“I… don’t know.”

“Don’t know?”

Qin Lingxiao slightly furrows her brows:

“What can I do to help you?”

“Can’t… help.”

The man in the black scaled robe responds lightly, asking in return:

“You… come to me… for what purpose?”

Qin Lingxiao is stunned, lowering her head slightly.

She just doesn’t want to believe that person could really become so cold, treating even his own son merely as a pawn.

So she came here, wanting to get confirmation.

However, the Daoist Yuanci in front of her, clearly can no longer help her confirm that person’s situation.

Sadly shaking her head:

“It’s nothing… You are his incarnation, are he and you the same?”

Daoist Yuanci apparently understands her meaning, a very subtle, almost imperceptible trace of pity flashes through his indifferent eyes.

He doesn’t speak, but an idea is conveyed into Qin Lingxiao’s Spiritual Sense:

“I am him at a different time, also a part of his true nature, like a stream divided into branches, eventually flowing into one.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Lingxiao can’t help but look at Daoist Yuanci, who, apart from his robe, whether in aura or expression, is indistinguishable from the person in Wanfa Peak’s Dungeon.

Slightly shaking her head, she softly says:

“I understand… Taoist Friend, take care. If I can return this time, I will certainly find a way to rescue you.”

With that, she doesn’t wait for Daoist Yuanci to respond, but turns around and flies towards the surface of the sea.

Just at this moment, Daoist Yuanci’s voice echoes once again in this deep sea:

“…Wait a moment.”

Qin Lingxiao is stunned, turning her head.

And she immediately sees a ray of gray divine light suddenly shoot out from Daoist Yuanci’s sleeve of his black scaled robe, falling into her own sleeve.

“What is this?”

Qin Lingxiao’s heart trembles.

Daoist Yuanci’s voice rings out again:

“Take it.”

As the words fall.

Qin Lingxiao only feels the flow of Dao Rhythms around her. Even with her middle-stage Immortal Ascension Cultivation Base, cultivating alongside Daoist Yuanci, she still finds it somewhat incomprehensible. Her figure wavers slightly out of control, and upon reappearing, she finds herself already on the sea surface.

“Palace Master!”

“Palace Master.”

Seeing Qin Lingxiao’s sudden emergence, the Yuanci Palace mages around her quickly gather.

Qin Lingxiao, however, does not react at all, but carefully senses the gray divine light in her sleeve, her expression involuntarily quakes.

She vaguely senses that this gray divine light seems even stronger than when the other party repelled Han Yanzi last time.

With complicated eyes, she takes another look at the deep sea below.

Clearly, both of them practiced the Yuanci Tao Skill almost simultaneously, but now the gap is beyond rational calculation.

For a moment, her heart grows even more complicated.

“A pity that he is assimilated by the Realm Membrane and cannot leave; otherwise, encountering Han Yanzi might not be a disadvantage.”

As she thinks this.

Th𝒾𝐬 𝓬h𝙖p𝙩𝕖r ɪṡ p𝙤ѕ𝖙℮Ԁ b𝐲 𝘬𝕀𝗍єпՕ𝗏ℯ𝖑

Suddenly, she can’t help but turn her head towards Tianjing City’s position in the east.

At this moment, a cultivator’s vague premonition surges silently into her heart, bringing a heart-wrenching pain.

This pain even causes a teardrop to fall silently from the corner of her eye.

She instinctively raises her hand to wipe it away. Upon seeing the tear in her hand, a strong sense of unease sweeps over her, bringing forth feelings of agitation and urgency in an instant.

“Go! Let’s first check Tianjing City!”

Half a day later.

Leading the crowd, Qin Lingxiao arrives, staring dumbfounded at the entirety of Tianjing City below, now bereft of any human presence—if it can still be considered Tianjing City at all.

Everywhere, it is ruins…

“Father—”

…

“The Qin Family is destined to calamity…”

Within Chunyang Palace.

Zhao Feng and a group of Immortal Ascension Elders, all have solemn expressions.

Not long ago, Qin Lingxiao personally visited, strongly arguing the benefits of an alliance with the Martial Kingdom.

Yet only a few days later, news arrived of the Qin Family being entirely abducted.