Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1588 - 104 Primordial Spirit_2

Chapter 1588 -104 Primordial Spirit_2

Refining Void cultivators are unable to achieve cultivation ascension because the world itself is flawed. The power of the Ascension Thunder Tribulation combines both inner and outer forces, vastly exceeding an ordinary thunder tribulation, making it essentially impossible to survive.

Previously, Ye Cangsheng of the Huangji Continent had personally proven this through his own experience.

If a Taoist Field could successfully advance to the Void Refining stage, although the difficulty would still be immense, there would undoubtedly be a better chance of surviving the tribulation.

Of course, the difference between the two outcomes is akin to the contrast between “nine deaths and one survival” and “ten deaths without any chance of survival.”

“Advancing the Taoist Field…”

After contemplating for a moment, he calmed his heart and refrained from further thoughts.

The advancement of the Taoist Field would be addressed later. For now, surviving this tribulation was the most crucial task.

Soon, the second thunderbolt of the tribulation descended, tortuously slow.

Though its speed was sluggish, its power was far more formidable.

The entire Taoist Field trembled audibly from the impact.

As the thunder struck, the chaos-colored spherical orb above Wang Ba’s head quivered again, its surface undulating constantly as if something was brewing within.

One thunder strike followed another.

Resisting through the Taoist Field’s interference, all strikes were endured by Wang Ba directly.

Meanwhile, the Ice Daoist had been forced outside the Taoist Field entirely.

The fully-formed Taoist Field found it challenging to sustain cultivators of excessively high realms for extended periods. This was because the Taoist Field itself was forged from the Dao Domain; cultivators of higher realms naturally possessed Dao Domains of equivalent strengths, which would often disrupt the rules governing the Taoist Field.

Yet, the Ice Daoist’s gaze toward the Taoist Field remained mostly indifferent, exhibiting neither worry nor unease.

The Chaos Mysterious Thunder indeed boasted shocking power.

But Wang Ba’s foundation was profoundly deep; as long as the tribulation failed to destroy him in a single blow, the interval between two thunder strikes was sufficient for Wang Ba to summon two Class IV Dao soldiers to rapidly recover.

During this period, the thunder’s tempering caused unimaginable extreme transformations in Wang Ba’s Dao Domain and the very essence of his life.

“The Dao Domain… is about to emerge.”

The Ice Daoist’s expression suddenly tensed.

As the eighteenth thunder strike fell silently from the clouds—

Boom!

Though utterly devoid of sound, Wang Ba and the Ice Daoist felt simultaneous explosions echo within their minds.

It was as if a seed had burst through soil to sprout, or a fledgling had cracked open its shell.

The spherical orb shattered!

Subsequently, the nascent Dharma Yellow Dao Domain unfolded piece by piece from within the sphere, youthful yet brimming with endless possibilities.

An aura of yellow qi permeated outward, bearing faint traces of stark differences compared to the former Dharma Yellow Dao Domain wielded by Yao Wudi.

Yao Wudi’s Dharma Yellow Dao Domain was agile and razor-sharp, teeming with unfettered creativity.

The Dharma Yellow Dao Domain now unveiling from above Wang Ba’s head, although newly born, already manifested a tremendous breadth and depth—dignified and steadfast, mirroring the stability of the earth itself.

This perfectly reflected Wang Ba’s temperament: eschewing cunning superiority, favoring honorable confrontation, overwhelming lesser foes through sheer magnitude and might.

As the Dao Domain unfolded, thunderbolts continued their relentless descend.

Finally, even Wang Ba began to show signs of injury.

Though the two Dao soldiers struggled to replenish him, some of the more severe wounds proved difficult to mend quickly.

However, Wang Ba’s eyes remained utterly calm, fixed unerringly on the storm clouds within the realm.

The twenty-fourth, twenty-fifth strikes…

The thunder’s tempering rapidly stabilized the newly-born Dharma Yellow Dao Domain.

Furthermore, it allowed Wang Ba’s internal Dharma Nascent Soul to complete its final refinements.

Before the twenty-sixth thunder strike descended—

Wang Ba suddenly slapped his storage bag. Instantly, countless spirit food bottles spilled forth, spreading rapidly around him.

He suddenly opened his mouth wide.

A Nascent Soul appeared—bearing an uncanny resemblance to Wang Ba, with features of a youth, eight or nine parts akin in appearance—and shot upward into the Dharma Yellow Dao Domain above his head!

Whoosh!

The Dharma Yellow Dao Domain transformed into a Dharma Yellow Daoist Robe and cloaked the Nascent Soul’s frame.

The Nascent Soul slowly closed its eyes.

Its form began rapidly growing illusory, merging gradually with the Dharma Yellow Dao Domain.

A sudden whirlwind whipped across the Taoist Field.

The copious spiritual energy flooding the Taoist Field surged madly into the Nascent Soul.

Simultaneously, the Nascent Soul’s visage subtly shifted, becoming increasingly close to Wang Ba’s current appearance.

This was the transformation from Nascent Soul into Primordial Spirit!

Yet, Wang Ba’s reserves were too profound; even as the Taoist Field continued extracting chaos essence from the realm membrane to convert into spiritual energy, the supply began to falter.

What had been a plump, full Nascent Soul now started to wither visibly.

“Still not enough?!”

The Ice Daoist’s face tightened.

At that very moment—

A dragon’s head, belonging to the Azure Dragon, suddenly thrust through a rift in the realm membrane. Compared to its former majesty, its eye sockets now bore a deep, bone-exposing scar.

Dragon blood trickled incessantly!

“Fu?”

The Ice Daoist froze—but Fu had no time for words. It swiftly opened its jaws and hurled out a mass of chaos-colored liquid before pulling its head back through the fissure. Soon after, the sound of fierce clashes and battles erupted from beyond.

“Chaos Origin Substance!”

“So much of it!”

The Ice Daoist exclaimed in shock, unable to spare concern for Fu’s dire state.

Thoughts raced furiously in his mind as his eyes swept across the Nascent Soul absorbing spiritual energy within the Taoist Field. Instantly, he resolved his course of action.

Ice and snow swiftly enveloped the chaos-colored liquid, sealing it within before delivering it into the Taoist Field.

The very instant it entered, the chaos-origin liquid, with no chance to dissipate, was pulled forcefully by an overwhelming suction. Within moments, it became fully absorbed by the Nascent Soul undergoing its Primordial Spirit transformation.

As the chaos origin substance fused into it—

The Nascent Soul cloaked in the Dharma Yellow Daoist Robe swelled with newfound fullness. Its form grew entirely illusory, radiating an aura imbued with cryptic chaos.

Its appearance now mirrored Wang Ba’s current visage in every detail.