Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1612 - 111 Divine Master_3

Chapter 1612 -111 Divine Master_3

“Evidence…”

The Mother Goddess hesitated briefly but quickly made a decision:

“The Patriarch of True Martial, Wang Xu, is now just one step away from reaching Class VI. Once he successfully crosses that threshold, with the aid of the Dragon Transformation Pool, he alone would be enough to annihilate all the deities of my Kingdom of Immortals. Is this evidence sufficient?”

As she spoke, an umbilical cord suddenly curved, like a finger gently pointing in the void.

Soon after, a phantom image rapidly materialized.

In this image, there was an elder with a forehead large enough to resemble the God of Longevity, a God of War with a thousand densely packed arms, and numerous Evil Gods emanating the auras of Divine Masters… So many Evil Gods, as though confronting a great enemy, were surrounding a figure enshrouded in blood energy and bathed in golden radiance from a divine pool.

The image was chaotic, the sound noisy.

Yet faintly, one could hear the fearful and hushed voices of the Evil Gods:

“Be careful!”

Suddenly, the blood-covered figure moved.

The astonishing blood energy swiftly morphed into a Blood Dragon, carrying the figure forward into a fierce charge against the host of Evil Gods.

With a single strike, the God of War was forced to retreat.

The various curses of the God of Longevity landed on the figure but were easily dispelled by the golden pool above.

The attacks from the other Evil Gods were also effortlessly evaded.

Then, engaging in close combat, each Evil God met their end, one by one, as every punch from the figure reduced them to fragments!

Were it not for the Mother Goddess persistently providing the Power of Incense, these Evil Gods would have been barely able to withstand a single round.

It was precisely the constant flow of incense power from the Mother Goddess that eventually drained the figure’s blood energy, forcing both sides to reluctantly cease combat.

As the blood energy dissipated, it revealed an elder among them, whose hair was streaked with white and disheveled, his physique as robust as refined bronze.

This elder, Wang Ba, was most familiar.

He was the Patriarch of True Martial, Wang Xu.

This perspective was clearly presented through the gaze of the Mother Goddess herself, allowing Wang Ba to witness the overwhelming might of the Dao of True Martial.

Wang Ba’s heart involuntarily grew tense.

Although the Mother Goddess hadn’t utilized the ultimate card she once merged in Fenglin Continent, Wang Xu’s dominance still exceeded his expectations.

From the images provided by the Mother Goddess alone, Wang Xu, with the assistance of the Dragon Transformation Pool, could almost be deemed the strongest individual below the Void Refining realm.

But more importantly, Wang Ba noticed something else:

“Many times, he could have delivered a fatal blow but chose to refrain.”

“Is he using the deities as whetstones, honing himself to breakthrough?”

The Mother Goddess’s voice gradually echoed:

“Seems you’ve seen through it as well. The Kingdom of Immortals still exists now because he treats us as whetstones.”

“Once he no longer needs us or believes we’ve outlived our usefulness, it will be the day of our extermination. Even if the incense fire continues to burn and we eventually return, we shall be forever enslaved by him.”

“We must make a desperate gamble and carve out a path for survival for my Kingdom of Immortals!”

Wang Ba remained silent for a moment, scanning the several deities in the temple, his heart finally settling on a decision.

He slightly bowed:

“I shall do my utmost to persuade the Wanxiang Sect’s Refining Void cultivators and carry out the mission even at the cost of my life.”

“However, I’ve only recently achieved a breakthrough. May the Mother Goddess grant me a means of escape, should persuasion fail, to avoid being captured by them.”

“A means of escape…”

The Mother Goddess pondered briefly before speaking softly:

“Step forward.”

Wang Ba complied and came forward.

Several umbilical cords shot out, directly channeling energy into his Yin God body.

Soon, Wang Ba felt an incomparably abundant Power of Incense pouring in, like rivers surging forth.

“How do these Evil Gods still possess so much incense power?!”

He was inwardly astonished.

Initially, his intent was merely to probe the Evil Gods’ foundation and situation, yet to his surprise, the Mother Goddess, who had previously lamented her plight, now acted far more generously than before.

The Mother Goddess herself showed a hint of surprise:

“Are you already a Divine Master?”

The restrained aura of the Yin God earlier had caught her off guard, but now, while channeling the Power of Incense, she discovered that the Yin God had silently stepped into the Divine Master level.

Without the backing of a divine nation or sufficient believers, she couldn’t fathom how the Yin God had achieved this.

“Could it be that he cultivated a group of believers under the very noses of the Void Refining cultivators?”

Despite her inner doubt, the flow of Power of Incense didn’t stop—instead, it surged even more vigorously.

After a long while, the umbilical cords gradually relaxed and retracted.

Wang Ba was thoroughly satisfied.

The Yin God’s Divine Position elevated as he crossed into the Immortal Ascension realm, directly bypassing the first-level Divine Position and ascending to the Divine Master stage.

The Divine Master stage roughly corresponded to the middle-stage of Immortal Ascension cultivators, though in one-on-one combat of similar cultivation levels, Evil Gods often couldn’t match cultivators.

However, Wang Ba didn’t care; the Yin God was merely one of his methods, mainly used for deception and manipulation, where it often proved more effective—even against higher cultivation, it largely retained its influence.

Thus, the quantity of Yin God Power was what truly concerned him.

Upon his breakthrough, the Yin God Power had almost depleted completely, teetering on the brink of exhaustion, making the Mother Goddess’s infusion precisely what he needed.

But he also realized such opportunities might be rare in the future.

With that thought, he hesitated no longer and spoke again:

“Thank you, Mother Goddess, for your generosity… But to demonstrate sincerity, why not deliver some cultivation resources that are of no use to us to the other party, as a token of our intent to unite?”

Hearing this, the God of War, God of Longevity, and other deities showed no reaction.

The Mother Goddess, however, hesitated for the first time:

“Would Refining Void cultivators… care for such things?”

Wang Ba’s expression was earnest:

“Mother Goddess, being outside the world of cultivators, you may not know.”

“Cultivators value the exchange of favors and relationships. These favors are the principle of ‘you give to me, I give to you.’ The saying, ‘Life’s subtleties lie in understanding each realm; mastering social circles is cultivation itself,’ embodies this idea. If we first gift them treasures without asking for anything in return, once their conscience weighs heavy, they will seek us of their own accord to discuss alliance. How could they refuse such an act of goodwill?”

“Even if they do refuse, should we encounter danger, would they truly feel comfortable not stepping in to assist us?”

“Were they to act so shamelessly, their reputation would be in shambles—how could they continue mingling among cultivators?”

“Even if this fails, it would buy a future path for my Kingdom of Immortals!”

“This…”

From within the womb-like structure, the Mother Goddess’s voice was momentarily filled with bewilderment.

“The world of cultivators harbors such strange customs?”

“Without the Yin God’s reminder, I nearly underestimated the matter.”

“Thank you, Yin God.”

Wang Ba’s demeanor grew solemn as he declared boldly:

“For the Mother Goddess, for the Kingdom of Immortals, and for the Supreme Vault of Heaven, some minor indignities are nothing at all!”

The God of Longevity, God of War, and other deities remained unmoved, yet the Mother Goddess’s voice carried a faint note of emotion as she spoke again:

“Thank you, Yin God.”

Wang Ba said no more. After conveying the location where resources should be sent, he bade farewell and departed.

His gaze swept over the expansive divine temples of the Kingdom of Immortals and the countless Incense Fire Dao cultivators below. Pausing briefly in midair, a faint trace of indifference and regret flickered in his eyes:

“Such fine incense fire, soon it shall…”

He shook his head slightly and flew back to the Yin God Temple.

Upon opening his eyes again, he had returned to the depths of the Eightfold Sea.

Exchanging a few words with Daoist Yuanci and organizing manpower via the Spirit Rhinoceros Stone to receive the “favors” from the Kingdom of Immortals, he then joined the bare-chested monk Zhao Jie, flying westward along the sea.

Not once did he attempt to discuss any plans for alliance with Hui Yunzi.

In his eyes:

The Kingdom of Immortals was already nearing the end of its purpose.