Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

The dark void was silent.

Rolling golden threads surged from all directions into bone seeds as massive as stars.

They then flowed from the surface of these bone seeds into the golden stars beside the black realm.

Upon the golden stars, golden liquid boiled, transforming into a long river of gold, rushing towards the black realm.

At the center of the black realm, a vast amount of golden Immortal Blood converged into a figure in red...

All of this was precise and intricately detailed, perfect in its natural formation, without a single bit of excess, as if it had been meticulously calculated and rehearsed countless times.

Wang Ba watched the figure in the purple robe step by step walking from the void into the black realm, and at this moment, many of the doubts in his heart suddenly became clear!

The White Cloud Loose Man of the Guantao Realm was not wrong; he indeed was a demon path!

A demon path extremely adept at deception and seduction.

Even with every caution and care, limited knowledge led to being tricked by him.

Thoughts raced, and Wang Ba suddenly called out loudly towards the figure in purple robes:

"That Taoist Friend Yu, was also deceived by you, right?"

The figure in the purple robe did not stop, continuing to walk slowly.

Only the overlapping voice echoed in this void:

"Little Friend Ye, such words are mistaken; when have I ever deceived it?"

The voice carried a hint of kindness, but the words sent chills down Wang Ba's spine:

"It wanted to forge the foundation of immortality with Immortal Blood. Look, with so much Immortal Blood, I have not the slightest deceit upon it; I gave it far more than it desired. It wanted to enter the realm and reincarnate, and I fulfilled it, even finding it such a rare mother body..."

"It should thank me, just as I am so grateful to you."

The voice was harmonious, as if filled with a sense of gratitude.

Meanwhile, the figure in the purple robe walked steadily and slowly.

Under the illumination of the Immortal Blood, the realm membrane became nearly transparent, offering no resistance before him.

He walked silently inside, without the slightest pause.

Golden threads intertwined, dreamlike and illusory all around.

Watching the figure in purple robes step by step towards Yu Wuheng, Wang Ba's mind raced before he suddenly spoke out:

"From the start, you intended for us to push the bone seeds, didn't you?"

"The so-called sharing of Immortal Blood was actually your trick to advance east by heading west first. You deliberately stated a condition that I could never agree to, guiding me to suggest moving the bone seeds myself, and feigned great reluctance, thus lowering my guard and causing me to fall into your trap."

"In this process, you did not hesitate to destroy all the Double-Pupil People, collect Immortal Blood, and were so familiar with this place, therefore, you are not really the amalgamation of ancient cultivators' consciousness..."

"You are that fallen immortal!"

Within the black realm.

The figure in the purple robe paused slightly, turned, and looked at Wang Ba, his face constantly changing with a variety of faces.

Those faces, male and female, old and young, each different, flashed briefly.

Yet invariably, they all revealed a smile of appreciation:

"Indeed, one who could think of migrating a domain through the Realm Sea is indeed someone with exceptional intellect and lively mind... But you were wrong about one thing; I am not an immortal. I am indeed the amalgamation of those ancient cultivators' wills."

Wang Ba was stunned, somewhat surprised:

"You're not that immortal?"

His peripheral vision quickly swept around; Yao Wudi and Wu Monkey King were unable to leave the vicinity of this bone seed, but they were already trying their hardest to move closer to his position.

Only Yao Wudi was somewhat better off; the Wu Monkey King's speed, however, was noticeably slower.

The Double-Pupil Taoist observed the actions of the two people and one monkey thoroughly but didn't mind, seemingly carrying a nonchalant smile imbued with a hint of joyous fulfillment:

"Naturally, I am not. If I were an immortal, why would this be so difficult?"

Wang Ba silently calculated the time needed for Yao Wudi and Wu Monkey King to arrive, frowning as he spoke:

"If you truly are the will of the ancient cultivators, then the disappearance of these Double-Pupil People also means you will completely disappear... Are you still deceiving me?"

Upon hearing this, the Double-Pupil Taoist was momentarily silent, the smile on his constantly changing face slowly fading, followed by a shadowy madness that had never been seen before surfacing on his countenance.

"Deceive you?"

He laughed foolishly, then shook his head with a cold smirk:

"You're wrong again; do you think my goal was to rescue them?"

"Isn't it? Since you are their will, how could you not care about their existence..."

Wang Ba's brows furrowed even deeper, his peripheral vision constantly gauging the distance to Yao Wudi.

The Double-Pupil Taoist countered:

"Why shouldn't I, as an amalgamation of wills, also seek the path?"

"Why must my entire life bear the consequences of the foolish and greedy mistakes made by those ancient cultivators?"

"They wished for me to awaken them anew, allowing them to enjoy the legacy of the immortals, ha, too bad they are not worthy."

"Though I indeed was born from them, it was not by my own will. Now I can finally make my own choice anew!"

He slightly turned his head, his gaze falling on Yu Wuheng's abdomen not far away.

On his face, the different faces continued disappearing, the pace of interchange becoming slower.

Listening to the words of the Double-Pupil Taoist, Wang Ba's heart sank slightly.

What had once occurred, aside from the involved parties and the Double-Pupil Taoist before him, no one knew anymore.

He could only deduce from the other's tone and words that ever so long ago, those ancient cultivators seemingly committed some disgraceful act driven by greed towards the immortal.

But perhaps those ancient cultivators had underestimated the immortal's might; even if the immortal had fallen, they were all still entirely polluted by the Immortal Blood, giving birth to the Double-Pupil Taoist 'Man.'