Longevity, starting from raising chickens

"Be quiet! Don't let anything here collapse!"

"Deputy Sect Leader, this should be their cultivation hall. I saw a lot of things similar to our jade slips. There is something here that can be used!"

Tang Ji carefully stepped over the threshold of the palace, which was obviously much taller than other houses, and even more carefully took out something that looked like a tablet, which was neither gold nor jade, and handed it to Wang Ba.

Wang Ba took it gently in his hand. It felt warm and smooth, like a precious jade. He curiously probed his spiritual sense into it.

Suddenly, a stream of intermittent words came towards me.

He did not recognize these words at all, but fortunately the effects of the tablet and the jade slip were similar, both of which directly infused the true meaning into the human soul, so he did not need to recognize these words to easily understand their meaning.

However, Wang Ba did not miss this opportunity. His mind moved slightly. While comparing the text sent to him, he connected it with the true meaning.

With the mental strength of a spirit-transforming cultivator, he understood most of the words in a short time.

At the same time, he also understood what this jade slip-like thing said.

"My name is 'White Cloud Wanderer'... The sun and the moon are falling, disasters are everywhere, the evil spirits are confusing people... I have escaped from Wansheng... Seeing the people in Tao Realm withering... I couldn't bear it... So I established the 'Star Fire Lineage'... If you join my sect, you must remember one thing... If you see an evil spirit, don't listen to his words. There is only one word: run!"

"My fellow disciples of the future generations, please never forget this! Please never forget this!!"

"This realm is called Guantao Realm?"

Wang Ba took back his consciousness from the tablet.

I have a deeper understanding of this world.

Before this 'Starfire Sect' was built, this world had obviously had its glorious times.

I just don't know why, but a disaster seems to have occurred in the Guantao Realm, causing the cultivators in this realm to flee. Although the capable people have escaped, there are always those who are not capable enough. The founder of the Xinghuo Sect, 'Baiyun Sanren', is obviously one of them.

Compared to other people with weaker strength, this Baiyun Sanren was obviously much more powerful. Out of compassion, he took in many of the remaining ordinary people and established this "Xinghuo Sect".

This wooden tablet, which is still in use today, is the entry jade slip used by disciples to learn about their own sect.

Perhaps because it is used the most, the magic power stored in it is deeper, which is why it can still be effective now.

What made Wang Ba curious was what exactly the 'evil Taoist' that Baiyun Sanren kept talking about in the tablet-shaped jade slip had done that made Baiyun Sanren repeatedly emphasize in the jade slips for new disciples that they must never forget it.

He even said directly, "Don't listen to his words. The only thing he can say is, run away!" Such words clearly showed his weakness.

But on second thought, who knows how long it has been since the founding of the Xinghuo Sect, and that "evil Taoist" must have passed away long ago, either by sitting in meditation or ascending to heaven.

"Being able to escape from a certain realm on a large scale, the Guantao Realm might not have seemed weaker than the Xiaocang Realm before, but now it has declined to this extent... If it weren't for the blood sacrifice of Han Yanzi, perhaps this would be the future of the Xiaocang Realm."

With a sigh, Wang Ba became more determined in his thoughts.

He handed the jade slip back to Tang Ji and let others pass it around.

At the same time, he also walked into the "Kung Fu Hall" which had been sealed for who knows how many years.

The first thing you see is a tall statue of the founder that looks like bronze, standing in the middle of the hall.

His appearance was different from what Wang Ba had imagined. He had an iron face, curly beard, a leopard head and round eyes, and he held a sword in one hand and a whip in the other.

There was a murderous look between his brows, which was totally different from the demeanor of a stern elder revealed in the jade slip.

It is quite impressive.

Wang Ba couldn't help but stare at it for a moment, then raised his hand and politely bowed to the bronze statue.

Then he began to walk towards the wooden platforms next to him.

There were many similar tablets displayed on the wooden platform, each with many patterns engraved around it. Wang Ba glanced at them casually and recognized that it was some kind of restriction.

However, as time went by, these restrictions became ineffective as the spiritual energy disappeared.

The many tablets and tablets that they protected also lost their aura.

However, Wang Ba did not give up. He scanned them one by one with his spiritual sense and infused them with magic power.

However, what they got in return was that the wooden tablets quickly cracked and shattered. It was obvious that these wooden tablets could not withstand the baptism of time without spiritual energy to preserve them. Although they looked intact, they had actually become empty shells.

Although Wang Ba was a little disappointed, he was not too surprised.

He had anticipated this situation as early as when he saw the formation in the corridor disappear.

Being able to know the name of this realm and the foundation of the sect here is already an unexpected gain.

Walk leisurely and stop in front of each wooden platform.

But there was an unexpected surprise.

Wang Ba stopped in front of a wooden platform.

The patterns on the wooden platform were obviously much more complicated than those seen before. As Wang Ba approached, there was actually a faint, barely perceptible aura flowing on it, and then a light of restriction so faint that it was almost invisible suddenly lit up.

"Ok?"

Wang Ba looked at the wooden platform in surprise, his eyes swept over the patterns on it, took note of them, and then he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

He saw the trouble with this restriction. Once it was forcibly broken by external force, the restriction would directly destroy the tablet inside.

"but……"

Wang Ba hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and tapped it lightly.

An extremely weak light suddenly appeared inside the wooden platform and fell on the wooden tablet inside.

However, the restriction that might have been indestructible in the past, now fell on the wooden tablet, without any ripples at all.

"really."

There was no trace of surprise in Wang Ba's eyes.

It is extremely difficult for the ban to be preserved until now, and it is no longer possible to destroy this tablet as easily as many years ago.

Wang Ba simply raised his hand and held the tablet in his hand.

Sure enough, this tablet was obviously different from the other tablets. Although the spiritual energy on it had become much weaker, it still emitted a faint glow.

This made Wang Ba feel excited.

He immediately probed his spiritual sense into it.

wow——

A figure with an iron face, curly beard, a leopard head and round eyes, holding a sword in one hand and a whip in the other, suddenly appeared in Wang Ba's mind.

He has a fierce temperament and an expressionless face.

"This post contains the teachings of many saints and sages from tens of thousands of years ago, a total of 3,652. Although the saints fled, they were ashamed and left many teachings for later generations to comprehend. I heard that although people have made mistakes, the teachings are not guilty, so I specially listed them here. Remember that those who have not comprehended the way of heaven and earth should not easily touch other things. They are listed as follows, "Avanagama Sutra", "Netherworld Breaking Void Method"..."

"It is actually the Taoist tradition inherited by the cultivators of this world."

Wang Ba couldn't help but reveal a rare look of joy.

This is not just the inheritance of a single martial arts technique, but the inheritance of more than 3,000 kinds of Taoism!
To be considered as the orthodox school of Taoism, one must have a systematic set of cultivation techniques and a lot of experience to guide him.

And so many Taoist inheritances are invaluable treasures even for the cultivators in the Xiaocang Realm.

Especially him.

By using it as a reference and learning from the strengths of others, he can enrich the foundation of his Wanfa vein.

"There is so much precious knowledge hidden in this tablet... No wonder it is so well protected."

Wang Ba also suddenly understood.

He put it away with great care.

Glancing around, he looked at everything one by one.

During this process, he did gain something new and obtained a well-preserved local records.

It lists many rare spiritual plants, spiritual beasts, spiritual materials, precious medicines, etc. The intention should be to prevent the disciples from missing opportunities due to their shallow knowledge when they go out.

There are heavy traces of rubbing on the tablet, which obviously shows that many people have borrowed it, and it seems that this is why it has been preserved.

Wang Ba swept his spiritual sense over it and found out the name of the golden lotus spirit beast.

This beast is named "Lian Gu" because its legs are slender and long. At first glance, it looks like a woman standing tall, hence the name.

It can absorb and transform the fire energy and the essence and blood of living beings, nourishing the soul. It is extremely rare and on the verge of extinction.

In the Local Things Records, it is specifically stated that if you encounter a Lotus Girl, you must never kill her, because there are very few of these animals left.

"It's a pity that this Baiyun Sanren probably didn't expect that the first to be exterminated were the cultivators in this world, but these lotus ladies survived."

Wang Ba sighed inwardly.

This is exactly the principle of Heaven. Heaven is impartial and impartial. Although cultivators have advantages in cultivation, they are not necessarily the protagonists of heaven and earth.

However, this Heavenly Dao is not a world spirit, but more like the mysterious rules in the world sea.

He put away the Records of Things and memorized all its contents in his mind.

Then it was handed over to Tang Ji.

As time goes by, the contents of this local record may not be accurate, but it can save him a lot of trouble. He just needs to follow the map and find some useful treasures.

Wang Ba continued searching.

There was nothing more to be gained afterwards, and all the tablets in the martial arts hall turned into dust.

Others continued to search.

However, no one could resist the power of time. Almost as soon as Wang Ba walked out of the Gongfa Hall, the Gongfa Hall could no longer hold on and turned into powder. Only the statue of the founder, perhaps because of its special material, was able to survive. But in an instant, the statue seemed to have experienced countless thousands of years. It quickly aged, became mottled, and decayed, and then it was completely unrecognizable. The sword and whip in his hands broke silently and fell...

In the blink of an eye, this martial arts hall no longer existed, leaving only a handful of ashes, quietly telling the story of the passage of time.

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

On the Stone Island, with the arrival of the monks from the Xiaocang Realm, although everyone has tried their best to maintain it, they can only watch these buildings that should have been lost in the long river of time, one by one, from being bright and new, to becoming dim, decayed, dilapidated, and collapsed in the blink of an eye...

Looking at this scene, all the monks present had complicated expressions.

They also felt the sad undertones wandering in this sect.

"If I can't live forever, it will be like this..."

Someone in the crowd sighed softly.

At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed:
"what is that?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ba and several cultivators could not help but look in the direction of the voice.

However, among these many stone islands, there was a building that seemed to be decaying slower than the surrounding buildings.

And in this room, there was a flash of spiritual light!
Wang Ba's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't care that his actions would cause the place to collapse faster. He flashed and landed in front of the building.

The wooden door had rotted quickly, and even turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated in the blink of an eye.

The walls also showed signs of weathering, as if time had been accelerated here.

Wang Ba pushed aside these obstacles and saw something like paper and a pen, as well as a scroll, on a table near the window in front of him.

A tiger-shaped paperweight was pressed on the paper. It was this paperweight that glowed slightly, sheltering everything on the table in its light.

"Fifth-level magic weapon!"

Wang Ba's heart was shocked. Although the breath in his body was extremely weak and seemed to turn into powder at any time, he still used his last bit of strength to protect the table.

Without thinking too much, he quickly landed in front of the table, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the contents on the paper.

The language used was naturally the language of the Guantao world, and Wang Ba knew most of it.

"...The demon comes back again and again, like a ghost, impossible to catch and invisible to kill, so hateful! I knew long ago that all the saints were deceived! If the outside world is really such a good place, why would the sages of all ages need to ascend? It's a pity that when the demon comes back, they are nowhere to be found. I'm afraid they have been killed... But this demon is not a fellow cultivator in my world. If we want to eradicate the harm of this demon, I'm afraid we have to go outside the world and enter the 'Evil Wind Land'. But I'll leave, and the disciples in the sect are still weak. Alas..."

The handwriting is sloppy, as if it was scribbled by the owner, but one can also see the dilemma in the owner's heart at the moment.

Wang Ba quickly read on:
"…But the evil ones must be eliminated, otherwise the Guan Tao world will never have peace. It's a pity that my fellow Taoists are now hiding, so it seems that I can only be alone—"

The handwriting stopped abruptly here.

The writing pen was also thrown aside casually, without even having time to be placed on the writing table next to it.

The paperweight also casually pressed down a corner of the paper.

Apparently, the owner encountered something while writing and left in a hurry.

Or maybe he was planning to come back after he finished his work, but judging by the situation on the table, it was obvious that he had not come back.

It is not difficult to guess the owner of this piece of paper. It is most likely the Baiyun Sanren.

Although so much time has passed, Wang Ba could still feel Bai Yunsanren's haste and urgency when he threw down the paper and pen.

Along with this, a deep sense of doubt arose in Wang Ba's heart.

"The demon... from what this Baiyun Sanren said, he came from outside the world. Could he be an innate god or demon?"

As far as he knew, among the creatures outside the world, only the innate gods and demons had intelligence.

However, he also noticed another key word mentioned by Baiyun Sanren.

"The evil wind land... is it referring to the wind disaster area next to it?"

"It seems that the storm outside has existed for a long time, and the people in this world also have some understanding of the outside world."

Wang Ba immediately felt a little regretful. The information about the outside world here might be recorded in a tablet in the Gongfa Hall. It was a pity that those tablets had become useless with the passage of time.

As I was thinking about it, the surrounding walls, doors and windows were rapidly collapsing and peeling off.

It seemed like something was touched.

‘Crack! ’

The tiger-shaped paperweight pressing on the paper suddenly cracked!

The spiritual light covering the table suddenly flashed, and then quickly dimmed!

"Oh no, it's going to break!"

Wang Ba was shocked and tried to put the paper away quickly. However, as soon as his magic power touched the paper, it silently turned into a pile of powder!
“It’s been too long!”

Wang Ba's eyes shifted slightly, and he immediately noticed the scroll next to him.

Without thinking too much, he quickly grabbed the scroll with his magic power!

However, as soon as he got out of the range of the paperweight, he immediately noticed that the corners of the scroll were quickly blackened, wrinkled, and rotted, just like after the fire had burned out...

"Can't save it!"

Wang Ba made the judgment almost instantly!
The decision was made immediately.

The magic power surged and in an instant spread out the scroll that was rapidly rotting from the four corners!
The portrait in the scroll was revealed.

The houses around collapsed silently, raising countless dust.

However, at this moment, Wang Ba's hair stood on end, as if he had fallen into an icy cave!
His eyes were fixed on the portrait, his expression filled with disbelief and astonishment!
The dust is floating.

In the portrait, a Taoist priest in purple robe and green beard was tilting his head and looking at him curiously.

The brushwork is clear and lifelike, even the purple-robed Taoist's strange double pupils are painted so vividly, as if they were real...

"The demon, it turned out to be him!?" (End of this chapter)