Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant
Chapter 1775: 12 Guantao Realm_2

Chapter 1775: Chapter 12 Guantao Realm_2

Inside the wooden platform, a weak light suddenly illuminated, falling upon the slab.

However, the once indestructible prohibition now fell upon the slab without causing any ripple.

“Indeed.”

There was not a trace of surprise in Wang Ba’s eyes.

Preserving the prohibition till now was already a remarkable feat, but to easily destroy the slab as it was many years ago was no longer possible.

Wang Ba simply raised his hand and grasped the slab.

Sure enough, this slab was clearly different from the others. Although its spiritual energy had greatly diminished, it still faintly emitted a spiritual light.

This gave Wang Ba a slight thrill.

He immediately extended his Spiritual Sense into it.

Swoosh—

An image of a figure with an iron face, whiskered and bearded, a leopard head and rings around the eyes, holding a sword in one hand and a whip in the other, suddenly appeared in Wang Ba’s mind.

The figure exuded a fierce aura, expressionless.

“Within this slab are concealed the teachings and heritages of numerous sages of the Guantao Realm over tens of thousands of years, totaling three thousand six hundred fifty-two. Though the Myriad Saints have fled, they left behind their doctrines for later generations to comprehend. I have heard that though people may err, teachings are innocent. Therefore, they are specially cataloged here. Take heed not to lightly grasp at other paths unless one comprehends the Heavenly Dao, listed as follows: ‘Abhidharma sutra’, ‘Nether Breaking Void Technique’…”

“It turns out to be the teachings and heritage of the cultivators of this realm.”

Wang Ba couldn’t help but show a rare expression of joy.

This wasn’t just a single cultivation method inheritance, but the heritage of over three thousand sects!

To be called a heritage, there naturally had to be a systematic cultivation method and various experiential teachings.

And with so many heritages, even for cultivators of the Little Cang World, it was an immeasurably precious treasure.

Especially for him.

By using it as a reference, he could integrate and enrich the depths of his Dharma Lineage with numerous advantages.

“Inside this single slab, there is hidden so much precious knowledge… no wonder it’s so exceptionally protected.”

Wang Ba suddenly realized.

He cherished and stored it away carefully.

Surveying the surroundings, he examined them one by one.

In the process, he had another gain, acquiring a well-preserved Catalogue of Local Resources.

It listed numerous rare spirit plants, spirit beasts, spirit materials, treasure medicines, and so on.

The intent was probably to allow the sect’s disciples to not miss opportunities due to a lack of knowledge when going out.

Heavy traces of rubbing on the slab showed that many had borrowed it, which seemed to have preserved it.

Wang Ba swept his Spiritual Sense over it and learned the name of that Golden Lotus spirit beast.

The beast was named ‘Lotus Lady’, due to its slender, long legs, which at a glance made it seem like a gracefully standing woman, hence the name.

It could absorb Fire Qi and Essence Blood of Living Beings, nourishing spirit and soul, extremely rare and on the brink of extinction.

The Catalogue of Local Resources specifically advised that if one encountered a Lotus Lady, they must not attempt to kill it, precisely because there were already so few of them.

“Alas, White Cloud Loose Man probably didn’t expect that it was the cultivators in this realm who would become extinct first, while these Lotus Ladies managed to survive.”

Wang Ba sighed inwardly.

Such is the logic of the Heavenly Dao, impartial and without favoritism. While cultivators have an advantage in cultivation, they are not necessarily the protagonists of heaven and earth.

This Heavenly Dao is not the Realm Spirit, but more like the mysterious rules within the Realm Sea.

He put away the Catalogue of Local Resources, remembering its contents.

Then he handed it to Tang Ji.

Over time, the contents of the Catalogue of Local Resources might no longer be accurate, but it could still save him a lot of trouble by simply finding some useful treasures according to its guidance.

Wang Ba continued his search.

Yet there were no further discoveries, as the slabs in the Cultivation Method Hall all turned to dust.

Others continued their collection.

However, the power of time ultimately could not be resisted by anyone, as soon as Wang Ba stepped out of the Cultivation Method Hall, the hall could no longer hold on and burst into powder, except for the Patriarch statue, which perhaps due to its special material, remained intact. But even so, in an instant, the statue seemed to undergo countless millennia, rapidly aging, becoming mottled and decayed, subsequently disfiguring, with its sword and long whip silently breaking and falling…

In an instant, the Cultivation Method Hall ceased to exist, leaving only a handful of ashes, silently narrating the passing of time.

Wang Ba quietly watched this scene, sighing slightly in his heart, then looked around.

On Stone Island, as the cultivators of the Little Cang World arrived, despite everyone’s best efforts to maintain them, they ultimately could only watch as these buildings, which should have long been obliterated by the river of time, instantly faded from bright and new to dull, decayed, deteriorating, and collapsing…

Witnessing this scene, the cultivators present all had complex expressions.

They too felt the melancholy tone pervading this Sect.

“If unable to attain eternal life, it would be like this…”

In the crowd, someone muttered softly.

Just then, someone suddenly exclaimed:

“What is that?”

Wang Ba and several other cultivators, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but look in the direction of the voice.

They saw that among the many stone islands, there was a building whose decay seemed slower than the others.

And inside this house, there was actually a flicker of spiritual light!

Wang Ba’s heart skipped a beat, disregarding that his own actions might accelerate the collapse of this place, his figure flickered and he landed before the building.

The wooden door rapidly decayed, turning into green smoke and scattered away in an instant.

The walls showed signs of weathering, as though time had accelerated here.

Wang Ba directly brushed aside these barriers, seeing a desk near the window ahead, with paper and pen-like objects, and a scroll placed on it.