Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 1740 - 2: Flowing Water and Fallen Flowers as Spring Leaves (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1740: Chapter 2: Flowing Water and Fallen Flowers as Spring Leaves (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

“This… is the Cloud Sky Realm?”

In a daze.

Shen Fu struggled to open his eyes.

What met his gaze was a dark sky, much higher and broader than the Little Cang World.

“Is this… night?”

No stars, no bright moon.

Perhaps due to just waking up, everything seemed a bit blurry in his view.

But the surging spiritual energy around made him feel a warm sensation.

It was a unique feeling he had never experienced before.

“As expected of the Cloud Sky Realm!”

He praised in his heart.

He was about to get up to check the surroundings.

A cold, ghostly voice suddenly sounded, clearly conveying its meaning despite him not knowing the language:

“You’ve finally awakened… now that you’re awake, just come with me!”

Someone is here!

Shen Fu felt a jolt in his heart, instinctively trying to summon mana and his Dao Domain to protect himself.

However, to his dismay, the mana in his primordial spirit was completely empty, unresponsive.

“Don’t bother, your primordial spirit and Dao Domain have long been sealed.”

As if sensing Shen Fu’s actions, the voice spoke with a hint of mockery:

“Consider yourself lucky, just ascended and already encountering our attack on the Cloud Sky Realm, otherwise your pure demon body wouldn’t survive in the Cloud Sky Realm.”

“Attacking the Cloud Sky Realm?!”

Shen Fu was shocked!

The Cloud Sky Realm had always been the dream land for cultivators from the Little Cang World, yet unattainable.

Who were they?

How could they attack the Cloud Sky Realm?!

In his surprise, he felt his body uncontrollably floating upwards.

Soon, he noticed a figure standing beside him.

He strained to turn his head, catching a glimpse of a figure enveloped in pure white, holy radiance.

This mystical white light made Shen Fu dizzy with just a few glances.

In his dazed state, he still managed to ask his question:

“Who… who are you?”

“Us?”

The figure in the white holy glow paused, then spoke with a mysterious and reverent tone:

“Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, Supreme True Buddha!”

…

The horizon began to lighten.

Th𝗂𝕤 𝒸h𝗮pƚ𝖾r ɪʂ pⲟѕ𝙩ꬲⅆ b𝑦 Ḱ𝚤ƚ𝖾ṉՕ𝙫𝖾ḷ

A figure suddenly appeared beside Wang Ba, stepping on the sea surface, glancing at the Blood Qilin beside Wang Ba, cautiously observing like a small puppy, and the empty wine jugs gently swaying with the waves, frowning slightly, realizing something, but unable to comfort him. He spoke softly:

“Junior Brother… the Great Sun is not rising, could it be related to the rules inside the Little Cang World not being restored?”

“It’s Senior Brother… the Great Sun?”

Lying on the shimmering sea, Wang Ba, with a trace of drunkenness, glanced at the horizon.

Though it showed signs of brightening, the Great Sun that should have risen long ago did not ascend as usual.

Wang Ba leaned against the sea, slowly sat up, casually waved his hand, the robe now scented with wine, covering a hint of melancholy and desolation in his eyes.

His demeanor now bore a carefree and uninhibited air not seen before:

“No worries… I’ll call it, it will come.”

Zhao Feng saw Wang Ba still seemingly intoxicated, spoke solemnly:

“Junior Brother, this is no jest, without the rising of the Great Sun, Yang energy cannot form, the Four Great Continents cannot flourish, how can all things revive?”

Wang Ba couldn’t help but laugh, unsteadily pointing at Zhao Feng as if still drunk:

“Senior Brother, you don’t believe me, right?”

Zhao Feng fell silent for a moment, not being one for words, and rarely encountering such situations, unsure what to say, he solemnly said again:

“Junior Brother, sober up immediately!”

Wang Ba laughed upon hearing this:

“Does Senior Brother think I’m still drunk?”

Without waiting for Zhao Feng’s rebuttal, he lazily raised his hand toward the horizon in the east:

“Good bird, come over!”

“Bird?”

Zhao Feng was momentarily stunned.

He then saw a three-legged, golden Golden Crow figure sweep across the distant sky, then fly straight toward the horizon.

In the next moment.

A dazzling, deep red Great Sun slowly rose between the sea and sky.

Shimmering light danced on the water, brilliant and dazzling.

“It’s done?”

Zhao Feng looked at the fiery orb on the horizon, stunned.

The Great Sun awoke, Yang energy began to flourish.

The whole world started to brim with vibrant life.

He couldn’t help but turn to look at Wang Ba, still lazing on the sea like a wild poet.

His mouth slightly open, yet unable to find words.

The world, at the whim of Junior Brother’s thoughts, what a free realm is this?

Yet, his heart gave birth to a wisp of worry.

He and Wang Ba had walked this far from the East Saint Sect, the bond of life and death couldn’t describe it; he knew Wang Ba’s character was always introverted and low-key, rarely showcasing his talents before others, now acting so uninhibited, there must be a reason.

He didn’t conceal his concern, glanced at the Blood Qilin nearby, then looked at Wang Ba, his voice lowered:

“Junior Brother, did something happen?”

Zhao Feng’s words made Wang Ba’s body tremble slightly, almost imperceptibly.

He slightly avoided Zhao Feng’s gaze, his eyes unfocused, reflecting the clouds in the sky.

The smile that he had intentionally put on slowly disappeared, as if murmuring to himself:

“Senior Brother, what do you think, if this world were without cultivators, what would happen?”

“Without cultivators?”

Zhao Feng frowned slightly.

Isn’t this the future True Martial cultivators dream of?

He shook his head gently:

“Unless it’s the end of the world and the levels drop to the lowest point, otherwise everyone has the instinct to survive, pursuing the Path of Immortality, it will never become extinct.”