Chapter 1881 - 41: Incarnation

Wang Ba’s footsteps paused slightly, his face grew solemn.

Although Cang Fuzi’s explanation was brief, he could imagine the chaos within the realm at that time, and asked in a deep voice:

"And then?"

"Then, here it is."

Cang Fuzi’s footsteps paused, raising his hand to point towards the distant Wanxiang Sect.

"All the remaining Immortal Blood was absorbed here."

Wang Ba followed the direction of Cang Fuzi’s finger and was momentarily stunned.

"Wanfa Peak?!"

Cang Fuzi nodded and, with a somewhat complicated expression, added:

"It was your incarnation."

"Incarnation?"

Wang Ba’s heart stirred, he immediately guessed something, yet was still a bit shocked.

Almost in the flicker of a thought, he and Cang Fuzi’s figures were already at the peak of Wanfa Peak.

Then, at a glance, he saw the figures of Bu Chan and Wang Qingyang at the top of the peak.

Both were currently engaging in cultivation with closed eyes.

The aura around them surged.

Wang Ba couldn’t help but nod slightly.

Wang Qingyang had clearly stepped onto the crucial threshold between Nascent Soul Perfect and Immortal Ascension, the Dao Secret aura flowed, ready at any moment to trigger Thunder Tribulation, stepping into the Realm of Immortal Ascension.

Such speed didn’t match her peers, and even younger Wang Yi’an was more remarkable.

But the Dharma Lineage’s early stages were inherently slow, consuming much time, so slower speed wasn’t a major issue.

In comparison, given Wang Ba’s unlimited resource supply, Wang Qingyang’s cultivation speed was among the top three in the entire history of the Dharma Lineage.

Much faster than Yao Wudi back in the day.

Of course, this was also because what she cultivated was far less in essence than Yao Wudi’s.

And Bu Chan’s talent clearly could not match Wang Qingyang’s, though the Dao Intention flickered around her, whether it was Mana or Soul, they were polished to perfection, yet she was unable to merge them and comprehend the Dao Secret.

This couldn’t help but make Wang Ba’s heart sink slightly.

Over the years, he had been preoccupied with the Little Cang World, indeed lacking the energy to take care of Bu Chan here.

He mentally reviewed himself for a moment.

What particularly caught Wang Ba’s attention was the faint gold light surrounding the two of them.

Only Bu Chan had more scattered light, while Wang Qingyang had less.

The reason for this was temporarily unknown.

But in Wang Ba’s slightly surprised gaze, these gold lights gradually dissipated, then silently drifted into the nearby Pearl Dungeon.

"It’s true!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Ba’s heart trembled.

The speculation in his heart was increasingly confirmed.

He didn’t hesitate, his figure flashed, and together with Cang Fuzi, appeared inside the Pearl Dungeon.

In the next moment, Wang Ba couldn’t help but be amazed by the scene before him.

The entire sky within the Pearl Dungeon was illuminated by a gold-red radiance.

Rushing rivers of golden Immortal Blood flowed slowly in mid-air, gradually converging towards the space between the imperial willow and the Azure Fire Paulownia Tree, surrounding the already shriveled True Martial Incarnation’s Primordial Fetus.

On the Primordial Fetus, countless root-like structures extended, probing into the surrounding flowing Immortal Blood.

Within the Primordial Fetus, Blood Energy surged, filling and expanding!

Moreover, a strong, powerful heartbeat was heard, representing an exuberant vitality!

Vaguely, behind the Primordial Fetus appeared the enormous and hideous phantom of a blood-colored giant tree.

The tree resembled the previous Undying divine tree but had clearly developed more changes.

Sturdy and vigorous, Blood Energy surged, like a blood dragon coiling and spiraling, straight into the Sky Dome!

Blood-colored tree trunks and branches were interwoven with golden lines.

The leaves swayed, emitting rustling sounds, even causing Wang Ba’s spirit to waver slightly.

On the tree, the twisted and eerie tree hollows resembled human faces—like demons, like ghosts, like Buddhas, like saints—they were hideous and terrifying, yet also solemn and sacred.

The chaotic, opposing aura permeated around the phantom of the giant blood tree.

And in the middle of this blood tree’s canopy.

Wang Ba saw a phantom of a gold-red fruit, gradually and slowly growing.