Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 1704 - 145 Sky Rift

Chapter 1704: Chapter 145 Sky Rift

Blood Sea surges.

The Blood Sacrifice Array, condensed from countless life forms, slowly starts to rotate.

As the array spins, a hint of anomaly appears in the sky above.

Countless clouds seem to be drawn, shattering rapidly.

The surrounding wind, clouds, rain, thunder… all begin to distort.

The fierce wind howls, waves roar.

On the massive blood-red Ram Horn Divine Mountain, two figures in green robes, an elder and a youth, stand at either end.

“Wang Ba, haha, you have finally come!”

Seeing the eventually appearing young figure, Han Yanzi reveals a hint of joy.

Yet to his surprise, the reaction of the youth before him is quite peculiar.

The eyes are indifferent, yet seem to have waves rolling within, intertwined.

Clearly, the two of them are in confrontation, but he does not look at him; instead, his gaze falls directly behind him downward.

Han Yanzi’s mind whirls, and he starts to laugh:

“Could it be you’re worried about your descendant? Haha, indeed, although you were once a Great Cultivator of Unification, a descendant who can cultivate both Sword Dao and True Martial must be quite talented. If I were you, I would be worried too.”

“But since you’re worried about your descendant, why did you only come when he is almost dead?”

“Could it be… that you have no confidence either?”

There is a hint of playfulness in his laughter.

Hearing Han Yanzi’s words, Wang Ba’s attention seems finally to be drawn towards him.

He merely glances at him lightly, then gently beckons.

A mass of writhing sword-light and blood fog entangled by the branches of the blood-red Undying divine tree below suddenly flies into Wang Ba’s palm.

Han Yanzi sees Wang Ba acting as if there were no one else, completely ignoring him, his eyes narrow slightly, showing displeasure, but he does not stop him.

The immense blood energy of the top True Martial Cultivators from the Martial Kingdom exceeds his expectations. Coupled with the numerous Rogue Cultivators and mortals he gathered on the Fenglin Continent, it’s enough to activate the Blood Sacrifice Array. One more Wang Yi’an won’t change anything, one less won’t matter.

And the Blood Sacrifice Array has already been activated; it cannot stop, and his Cultivation Ascension plan is about to achieve its fruition.

Right now, it’s merely his last farewell to all living beings in the Little Cang World.

The arrival of Wang Ba happens to give him the chance to mend the flaw in his Dao-heart.

It also serves to console the hardships during his many years of struggle on the path of immortality.

Moreover, he is about to embark on a path of longevity that is harsher and quite different from most of the cultivators across the Realm Sea.

But he does not care; whatever happens, as long as there is longevity, as long as he can keep progressing on this path, witnessing different sceneries, experiencing unique feelings, that shall suffice.

This is his ’Dao’.

The sea of blood is endless; only through the hardship of longevity can one transcend.

What displeases him even more is that the young cultivator before him, being the reincarnation of a Great Cultivator of Unification, seems to have no understanding of his current mindset at all.

At this moment, in his hand is a mass of sword-light blood fog, faintly revealing the almost collapsing Primordial Spirit within.

That is precisely the Primordial Spirit of Wang Yi’an, leader of the Martial Kingdom, known as the Youth Sword Ancestor.

Within the Primordial Spirit, arises a thought intertwined with frailness, joy, worry, guilt… countless emotions:

“Father… you shouldn’t have come.”

As Wang Ba holds this Primordial Spirit, listening to this voice filled with intertwined emotions, at this moment, the indifference in his eyes, already showing signs of melting, finally transforms like snow under the sun, into a gurgling gentle stream.

His eyes seem to come alive all at once.

The seven emotions and six desires, the essence of human nature, at this moment, have finally returned in full.

He quietly gains a touch of ’humanity’.

He slowly speaks, his voice still cold and stern, but with a hint of softness almost imperceptible:

“Don’t be afraid, Liu Jin, Father will take you home.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Yi’an’s Primal Spirit trembles inside.

At this moment, he seems to see a pale figure, almost identical to his father, silently emerge from him.

On a face as cold as frost, at this moment, a smile blooms like melting ice and snow, nodding gently towards him.

Then silently, it vanishes with a bang.

As if presaging something.

“It’s Father’s incarnation…”

Wang Yi’an gazes at his father’s form dumbfounded.

Though there was nothing, he seems to see fragments of ice and snow shattering, melting into his father’s broad body…

Th𝒾𝙨 𝒸h𝘢p𝕥𝑒r 𝐢𝕤 pՕ𝘴𝗍𝓮𝘥 bƴ Ƙ𝘪𝖙ℯṅ𝖔𝘷ҽ|

“Hehe, Wang, you may have come here, but you cannot leave.”

Han Yanzi’s voice echoes at this moment.

Wang Ba calmly raises his head, looking forward.

Han Yanzi stands with his hands behind his back, Evergoat Divine Mountain quietly floating behind him.

Man and mountain unite, the mountain enhances his might.

Under the refining and aid of the Undying divine tree, he has hunted countless cultivators and mortals, absorbing vast amounts of blood energy, reaching the pinnacle of his life in this world.

Even surpassing his previous incarnation.

Now, standing on this Blood Sacrifice Array, his blood energy strong, almost limitless.

As long as he stands here, gazing across the Little Cang World, he considers himself undefeatable.

Even Hui Yunzi, despite possessing a Class III Dao Domain, dominating the Little Cang World, even if he cannot certainly defeat him, the possibility of being easily defeated like before is absolutely nonexistent.

Although Wang Ba’s previous life was a Great Cultivator of Unification, the time is too short, and the current Little Cang World is too barren to support any Unification cultivator.

Thus, he is fearless; the only concern is Wang Ba realizing he cannot win, directly fleeing.

If indeed so, with Ascension imminent, he has no time to pursue further, instead leaving behind only regret, making his Dao-heart incomplete.

But to his delight, this reincarnation of a Great Cultivator of Unification before him, whether enraged by his son’s ruined body or confident in his strength, actually speaks calmly: