Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1576 - 100 Aperture Opening_2

Chapter 1576 -100 Aperture Opening_2

“The ‘true’ True Martial Sutra?”

The elder’s face revealed a contemplative expression.

Shen Fu promptly took out a small booklet made of ordinary paper and presented it to the elder.

“This is the latest edition of the True Martial Sutra released by the Patriarch of True Wu, Wang Xu. It’s already the seventy-fifth revision he has made.”

The elder didn’t refuse, taking the booklet and flipping through it casually. Soon enough, he paused slightly, and his expression turned more solemn:

“What about the version you presented to me last time?”

Shen Fu hesitated briefly, then quickly searched inside his storage treasure, pulling out another version of the True Martial Sutra. As soon as this booklet appeared, a wisp of green smoke began rising from its surface.

This phenomenon was unavoidable with mundane paper—inside the storage treasure it remained preserved as if untouched by time, but once removed, it would rapidly deteriorate and crumble, like a person aging swiftly in a short period.

However, the elder merely lightly pointed at it, halting the aging process instantly.

His spiritual sense scanned over the booklet, and soon a trace of amazement appeared in his eyes.

He quickly asked in a low voice:

“Which edition is this?”

Shen Fu answered without hesitation:

“It’s the sixty-eighth edition, acquired roughly a hundred years ago.”

“Tai Shang, is there an issue with these two editions?”

“A hundred years ago…”

A fleeting shock passed through the elder’s eyes.

Shortly afterward, he seemed to understand something, shaking his head and speaking gravely:

“Have you examined the differences between these two editions?”

Shen Fu shook his head slightly: “I skimmed them before, but these cultivation methods are incompatible with ours and tend to clash, so I didn’t delve deeply.”

“You’d best take a good look.”

The elder shook his head and sighed:

“The improvements are immense—this latest edition of the True Martial Sutra and the sixty-eighth edition are almost like two entirely different cultivation methods!”

“If the original was a narrow winding path, then the current one might be considered a grand and stately boulevard, though still incomplete.”

“Do you understand what this implies?”

Without waiting for Shen Fu to answer, he spoke directly:

“Either Wang Xu is an unparalleled genius, achieving explosive progress in comprehending the Great Dao within just a hundred years, continuously innovating—”

“Or Wang Xu is harboring a grand secret!”

“A grand secret?”

Shen Fu was somewhat puzzled:

“Could it have to do with his lifespan?”

This time, however, the elder didn’t elaborate. He carefully put away the two booklets and solemnly instructed:

“Keep watch on True Martial. If anything changes with Wang Xu, report to me immediately!”

Shen Fu hurriedly acknowledged the order but hesitated before asking:

“What about Wanxiang Sect?”

“Wanxiang Sect?”

Once again, the elder gazed toward the southern sky, his eyes flashing with a hint of chilling light:

“Wang Ba is a meticulous schemer, with plans spanning thousands of miles. You are likely no match for him. This time, I will personally monitor him!”

Shen Fu maintained an unchanged expression, bowed, and withdrew, vanishing swiftly.

Only the elder remained, staring into the distance, seemingly lost in thought.

…

Within the boundary membrane space.

A three-legged, two-eared incense burner with nine perforations flew out from Wang Ba’s sleeve, rapidly enlarging as it rotated, pressing downward!

At the same time.

An ancient compass, a yellow-skin gourd, and a weathered hoe followed suit, flying out one after another.

Soon after, the somewhat less damaged Yuyang Great Drum leapt forth, its mallet striking it heavily, causing the surrounding mist to resonate.

Five distinct sounds intertwined with each other.

“So this is what the realm membrane space looks like—a true eye-opener!”

“Haha, Wuhe, you and Panji have stayed in the sect for too many years. Isn’t it natural that your knowledge is limited?”

“Nine Perforations, Wuhe may lack insight, but I’m not the same.”

“Fine, fine, Panji—you harmonize countless dungeons, you’re deeply versed in the changes of membrane space, isn’t that enough for you?”

“Heh… Yuyang, Hoe Carrier, why aren’t you two saying anything?”

“What’s there to say? Hurry and assist Little Friend Wang in stabilizing this space!”

“Exactly, Panji, since you’re skilled in this area, we’ll leave it up to you.”

“Haha, then watch closely!”

Rapid exchanges passed between the five ancestral masters.

Wang Ba, standing tall like a giant, couldn’t bow in greeting but still spoke respectfully:

“Wang Ba expresses his gratitude to all the ancestral masters!”

“Wang boy, with me, Panji, here, you can rest assured!”

The compass swayed slightly, responding with unabashed confidence.

From within the yellow-skin gourd came the warm voice of Wuhe Patriarch:

“Wang Ba, Panji is most adept at harmonizing dungeons. You can safely proceed with your plans.”

The compass abruptly butted into the conversation:

“Enough with the chatter! Hoe Carrier, head to the east for stabilization; Yuyang, the west; Nine Perforations, the north; Wuhe, the south.”

“I’ll hold the center; Wang boy, keep expanding!”

The four ancestral masters knew well Panji Patriarch’s expertise in this domain, and since the moment was critical, even Yuyang complied readily. They swiftly moved toward their designated directions.

Panji Patriarch hovered around Wang Ba, the compass needle spinning rapidly as if calculating something.

With the efforts of the five ancestral masters suppressing, the space that was initially destabilized by the pressure of the membrane began to stabilize quickly.

Even when parts of it started collapsing, Ice Daoist outside the membrane would promptly freeze those areas to buy time. Simultaneously, the compass coordinated to optimize the support, ensuring the ancestral masters worked seamlessly together.

In this way, the space barely maintained stability, avoiding larger-scale collapses.

Seeing this, Wang Ba didn’t hesitate. He took a deep breath.

In the next instant, a golden and black giant elephant phantom burst forth from his body, with flames on its four hooves, roaring toward the sky!

‘Oooh——’

An elephant’s howl echoed through the air.

A series of Moro Giant Elephants, each standing tens of meters tall, emerged one after another, forming a formation before transforming into a white feathered ribbon. The ribbon stretched between Wang Ba’s two arms, floating and pulsating behind him.

Radiant and godlike!

With the presence of this feathered ribbon, Wang Ba’s form instantly grew even larger!

The Daoist robe on him became taut and snug.

It seemed as though boundless blood energy and power were empowering him!

This was the function of the “Moro Giant Elephant Dao Soldiers,” capable of empowering the user with unlimited blood energy, strength, and defense.

Fifteen hundred meters, two thousand…

In moments, Wang Ba’s height expanded to four thousand meters, still climbing higher seamlessly.

But Wang Ba’s form abruptly froze in place!

“It can’t expand further! If it stretches too much, it will become weak…”

A flash of vigilance flickered in his eyes.

Meanwhile, a thousand Dao Domains surged out together, spreading within the space Wang Ba was developing.

Under Wang Ba’s command, they transformed into dense mist, rapidly filling the atmosphere.

The originally dusky gray turned into an ominous dark black.

Sight was obscured, sound was absent.

Only spiritual sense could function faintly within.

“The first step, aperture opening, is complete. Next comes purification and turbidity!”

A hint of solemnity flashed in Wang Ba’s gaze.

Even though he had practiced this countless times, a rare thread of tension rose in his heart at this moment.

The stage of purification and turbidity was critically important. If the aperture was incorrectly developed, the final “gate opening” would fail entirely.

Three hundred years of hard work would be wasted.

While repeating the process would consume significantly less time than the first attempt, he dared not forget the words of Xuan Yuanzi from years past.

“There are less than a hundred years left until the great calamity of the five centuries… A contingency must be prepared in advance!”

Planning for defeat while preparing for success, his journey with Wanxiang Sect had reached a point where he could not afford reckless risks.

The Daoist Field was the sole and most suitable contingency he could choose.

Not just for himself, but for all those he cared about around him.

Once again, he took a deep, steadying breath, and the “Skyfall Blade” began materializing in his hand.

“Purification and turbidity—heaven rising, separating the clear Qi above as sky and the heavy Qi below as earth. This is the critical juncture in developing the Daoist Field.”

A thought flickered in his mind, and gripping the “Skyfall Blade,” he prepared to begin development.

But suddenly, Panji Patriarch’s voice, laden with gravity, echoed beside him in a low shout:

“Be cautious!”

“Something from the outer realm is approaching rapidly!”