Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"Be quiet! Don't let the things here collapse!"

"Deputy Sect Leader, this should be their Gongfa 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 hall, which was obviously much taller than other houses. He carefully took a thing that looked like a tablet, not gold or jade, and handed it to Wang Ba.

Wang Ba took it gently. It felt warm and like a precious jade. He curiously probed into it.

A stream of intermittent words came towards him.

He didn't recognize these words at all, but fortunately, the effects of the tablet and the jade slip were similar. They both directly infused the true meaning into people's souls. Therefore, it was not necessary to recognize these words and could easily understand their meaning.

However, Wang Ba did not miss this opportunity. His mind moved slightly. While comparing the words sent, he connected them with the true meaning.

With the strength of a spiritual cultivator, he understood most of the words in a blink of an eye.

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

"My name is 'Baiyun Sanren'... The sun and the moon are falling, disasters are everywhere, and the demons are confusing people... I have escaped from Wansheng... The people in Guantao Realm are declining... I can't bear it... So I established the 'Xinghuo Lineage'... If you join my sect, you must remember one thing... If you see a demon, don't listen to his words. There is only one word, escape!"

"Future disciples, don't forget it! Don't forget it!!"

"Is this realm called Guantao Realm?"

Wang Ba's consciousness was taken back from the tablet.

He has a deeper understanding of this world.

Before this 'Xinghuo Sect' was built, this world obviously had a glorious time.

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

Compared with other people with weaker strength, Baiyun Sanren is obviously much more powerful. Out of compassion, he also took in many ordinary people who survived and established this Xinghuo Sect.

This tablet, which is still useful today, is the entry jade slip used by disciples to understand their own sect.

Perhaps because it is used the most, the mana stored in it is deeper, which is why it is still useful now.

What makes Wang Ba a little curious is that in this tablet-shaped jade slip, Baiyun Sanren has been talking about the "demon way". What did he do that made Baiyun Sanren repeatedly emphasize in the jade slips of the disciples who are entering the sect that they must not forget it.

He even said directly, "Don't listen to his words. There is only one word, escape!" 'Such words that clearly show weakness.

But on second thought, it is unknown how long it has been since the Xinghuo Sect was founded, and that 'demon' must have passed away long ago.

"Being able to escape from a realm on a large scale, this Guantao Realm may not have been weaker than the Xiaocang Realm before, but now it has declined to this extent... If there is no blood sacrifice of Han Yanzi, perhaps this will be the future of the Xiaocang Realm."

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

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

At the same time, he also walked into the 'gongfa hall' that had been sealed for many years.

What came into view was a tall statue of the ancestor that looked like bronze, standing in the middle of the hall.

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

There was a murderous aura between his eyebrows, which was completely different from the style of a stern elder revealed in the jade slip.

It was quite impressive.

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

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

There were many similar tablets on each of the wooden platforms, and many patterns were engraved around each of them. Wang Ba glanced at them casually and recognized that they were some kind of forbidden method.

However, as time went by, these restrictions had long since become invalid with the disappearance of spiritual energy.

The many tablets protected in them also lost their spiritual light.

However, Wang Ba did not give up. He scanned them one by one with his spiritual consciousness and infused them with mana.

But in return, the tablets quickly cracked and shattered. Obviously, these tablets could not withstand the baptism of time without spiritual energy. They looked intact, but in fact they had already become empty shells.

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

As early as when he saw the formation disappear in the corridor, he had already expected this situation.

Knowing the name of this realm and the foundation of the sect here was already an unexpected gain.

Walking casually, he stopped in front of each wooden platform.

But there was an unexpected surprise.

In front of a wooden platform, Wang Ba paused.

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

"Hmm?"

Wang Ba looked at the wooden platform unexpectedly, his eyes swept over the patterns on it, took note of them, and then frowned slightly.

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

"But..."

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

A weak light suddenly lit up inside the wooden platform, and fell on the scepter inside.

However, the ban that might have been indestructible in the past, now fell on the scepter without any ripples.

"Sure enough."

There was no surprise in Wang Ba's eyes.

It was extremely difficult for the ban to be preserved until now, and it was unlikely to destroy the scepter as easily as many years ago.

Wang Ba just raised his hand and held the scepter in his hand.

Sure enough, this scepter was obviously different from other scepters. Although the spiritual energy on it was much weaker, it still had a faint spiritual light.

This made Wang Ba's heart rise.

He immediately probed into it with his spiritual consciousness.

Wow——

A figure with an iron face, curly beard, 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 had a fierce temperament and a blank expression.

"This post contains many sages' Taoist traditions from tens of thousands of years in my Guan Tao world, totaling 3,652. Although Wansheng fled, he was ashamed and left many Taoist traditions for later generations to comprehend. I heard that although people have made mistakes, the Taoist traditions are innocent, 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, "Awennagama Sutra", "Netherworld Breaking Void Method"..."

"It is the Taoist tradition inheritance of the cultivators in this world."

Wang Ba couldn't help but show a rare joy.

This is not just a single practice inheritance, but a total of more than 3,000 Taoist traditions!

To be called a Taoist tradition, it naturally has a set of systematic practice methods and many experience and guidance.

And so many Taoist traditions are invaluable treasures even for the cultivators of Xiaocang world.

Especially for him.

Using them as a reference, learning from others, he can enrich the foundation of his Wanfa veins.

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

Wang Ba also suddenly realized.

He put it away with great care.

Looking around, he looked at them one by one.

During this process, he gained something else, a well-preserved local record.

It lists many rare spiritual plants, spiritual beasts, spiritual materials, precious medicines, etc.

The intention should be to prevent the disciples from missing opportunities when they go out because of their shallow knowledge.

There are heavy traces of rubbing on the tablet, obviously many people have borrowed it, and it seems to have been preserved for this reason.

Wang Ba swept his consciousness over it and knew the name of the golden lotus spiritual beast.

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

It can absorb the fire energy and the essence of living beings, nourish the soul, and is extremely rare and endangered.

In the Records of Things, it was specifically stated that if you encounter a Lotus Girl, you must not kill her, because there are very few of them.

"It's a pity that Baiyun Sanren probably didn't expect that the cultivators in this world would be extinct first, but these Lotus Girls survived."

Wang Ba sighed in his heart.

This is exactly the principle of the Way of Heaven. The Way of Heaven is impartial and has no partiality. Although cultivators have the advantage of practicing, they are not necessarily the protagonists of heaven and earth.

And this Way of Heaven 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 the contents in it.

He handed it to Tang Ji.

As time passed, the contents in the Records of Things might not be accurate, but it could save him a lot of things. He just needed to follow the map and find some useful treasures.

Wang Ba continued to search.

There was no harvest afterwards, and all the tablets in the Gongfa Hall turned into dust.

Others continued to search.

However, the power of time is ultimately irresistible to anyone. Almost as soon as Wang Ba walked out of the Gongfa Hall, the Gongfa Hall could no longer be maintained and turned into powder. Only the statue of the founder, perhaps because of its special material, survived. But in an instant, the statue of the founder seemed to have experienced countless thousands of years, rapidly aging, mottled, and decayed, and then it was completely unrecognizable. The sword and long whip in his hand broke and fell silently...

In the blink of an eye, the Gongfa Hall no longer existed, leaving only a handful of ashes, quietly telling the changes 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 had tried their best to maintain it, they could only watch these buildings that should have been annihilated in the long river of time, one by one, from being bright and new, to becoming dim, decayed, desolate, and collapsed in the blink of an eye...

Watching this scene, all the monks present had complicated expressions.

They also felt the sad background of wandering in this sect.

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

Someone in the crowd sighed softly.

At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed:

"What is that?"

Wang Ba and several cultivators heard the words and couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound.

But they saw that among the many stone islands, there was a building that seemed to decay slower than the surrounding ones.

And in this house, there was a flash of spiritual light!

Wang Ba's heart jumped, and he didn't care that his actions would cause this place to collapse faster. He flashed and landed in front of this 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 wall also showed signs of weathering, as if time had been accelerated here.

However, Wang Hao directly pushed through these barriers and saw something like paper and pen on a table in front of him near the window, as well as a scroll.

A paperweight in the shape of a tiger was pressed against the paper. It was this paperweight that glowed slightly, shielding everything on the desk in its brilliance.

"Fifth level magic weapon!"

Wang Ba's heart was shocked. Although the aura in it was extremely weak and seemed to turn into powder at any time, he still tried his best to protect the table at this moment.

Without thinking about it carefully, he quickly landed in front of the desk, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the contents on the paper.

The language used in it was naturally the language of the pottery world, and Wang Yan knew most of it.

"...The demons come again and again, like ghosts and evil spirits. They can't be caught and killed without sight. It's so hateful! I've known for a long time that all the saints have been deceived! If the outside world is such a good place, why do the sages of the past generations need it? Ascension? It's a pity that when the demon came back, there was no trace of them. I'm afraid they have been poisoned... But the demon is not my fellow demon in the world. If we want to eradicate the evil of this demon, I'm afraid the only way is to go outside the world and enter there. 'The Land of Wind and Evil', I just left, the disciples in the sect are still weak, alas..."

The handwriting is scrawled, as if the owner was scribbling, but you can also see the dilemma in the owner's mind at this moment.

Wang Yan quickly read on:

"...However, the evil ways must be eradicated, otherwise the world of Guantao will never have peace. It's a pity that our colleagues are hiding in hiding now, and it seems they can only be alone——"

The handwriting stopped abruptly when it reached this point.

The writing pen was also casually discarded beside it, without even having time to place it on the hanging pen next to it.

The paperweight also pressed a corner of the paper casually.

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

Or maybe he was planning to come back after finishing his work, but judging from the situation on the desk, it was obvious that he had not been able to come back.

As for the owner of this piece of paper, it is not difficult to guess that it is probably the Baiyun Sanren.

Even though so much time had passed, Wang Yan could still feel Baiyun Sanren's rush and urgency when he dropped the pen and paper.

Together with this, there was a deep doubt in Wang Hao's heart.

"The demon... I heard that this Baiyun Sanren came from outside the world. Could it be that he is an innate god and demon?"

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

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

"The land of wind evil... refers to the wind disaster area next to it?"

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

Wang Ba immediately felt a pity in his heart. The information about the outside world may be recorded in a tablet in the Gongfa Hall. It is a pity that those tablets have become useless over time.

Just as I was thinking about it, the surrounding walls, doors and windows had quickly collapsed and peeled off.

It seemed to have touched something.

‘Crack! ’

The tiger-shaped paperweight pressed against the paper suddenly cracked!

The spiritual light covering the desk suddenly flickered, and then quickly dimmed!

"No, it's going to break!"

Wang Hao was shocked, and he quickly wanted to put away the paper, but as soon as the magic power touched the paper, the paper silently turned into a pile of powder!

"It's been too long!"

Wang Hao's eyes moved 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 grasped the paperweight, he immediately noticed that the corners of the scroll were rapidly turning black, wrinkled, and rotten like flames burning out...

"Cannot save!"

Wang Yan made a judgment almost instantly!

A decision was made immediately.

He swallowed mana and spread out the scroll that was rapidly decaying from the four corners in an instant!

The portrait in the scroll was revealed.

The surrounding buildings collapsed silently, raising countless dust.

However, at this moment, Wang Ba's hair stood up all over his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

He stared at the portrait, his eyes filled with disbelief and wonder!

Dust swayed.

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

The pen and ink are clear and lifelike. Even the purple-robed Taoist's strange double eyes are painted so lifelike and like real people...

"The Demon Dao, it's actually him!?" (End of Chapter)