Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Wang Ba's gaze was fixed, immediately noticing something unusual.

These white powders seemed to have a strong suppressive effect on mana, instantly dissolving all the mana he had expelled!

Jiang Yi and the others also noticed that the surrounding white powder was out of the ordinary.

Their expressions involuntarily grew solemn.

For cultivators, after entering Immortal Ascension, mana is no longer the core of cultivation, but that doesn't mean it's completely unimportant. In fact, mana is contained within the primordial spirit, and the state of mana is actually a part of the primordial spirit's state.

Once mana is depleted and the primordial spirit has nothing to consume, one can only resort to their origin.

Unlike mana, which can be easily restored, once the primordial spirit is overly depleted, it usually takes a long time to recover.

Similarly, the primordial spirit is also crucial for carrying the Dao Domain. To fully display the Dao Domain, the primordial spirit is essential.

Therefore, suppression of mana indirectly weakens the Dao Domain's power, affecting cultivators' primordial spirits.

Thus, outside of the protective shield, it is by no means a safe place for cultivators!

At this moment, the usually silent Wu Monkey King suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Outside... something... immovable... not far."

The group was startled.

"Are you sure?"

Wang Ba frowned at Wu Monkey King. He always trusted Wu Monkey King, but they knew nothing about the outside, so they dared not act rashly.

Wu Monkey King nodded, then said in a deep voice:

"I'll... go take a look."

As soon as he spoke, Jiang Yi, Ji Ying, and Liang Wuji all showed shocked expressions.

Wang Ba hesitated, his gaze scanning Wu Monkey King's calm eyes, and finally nodded, advising:

"Be careful of everything."

Wu Monkey King nodded gently. He had a fearless heart, having been a demon ape who had entered Buddhism for many years, his mindset and cultivation had become increasingly profound, understanding the emptiness of all things, so his calmness at this moment was unique among the group.

Wang Ba, with his mind on Little Cang World, was in turmoil compared to his distance and clarity.

He withdrew the Buddha's Light, holding his breath and condensing his qi, like an immovable stone.

Then he stepped into the void, feeling the wind on his face, his monk's robe fluttering, and walked step by step into the depths of the white fog.

The four of them watched as his figure gradually disappeared, all on high alert to make a rescue at a moment's notice.

Soon, Wang Ba suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Yi noticed his change.

Wang Ba shook his head slightly, his voice deep:

"Something's up; it asks us to go take a look."

Jiang Yi hesitated slightly at his words.

But Wang Ba had already stepped into the white fog first.

The three of them exchanged glances and could only follow with bated breath.

The white fog floated slowly.

Their silhouettes moved through it.

At a distance, it wasn't apparent, but now within the white fog, they felt incredibly oppressed.

It wasn't just mana; even the primordial spirit felt suppressed.

The four of them said nothing, moving forward carefully, step by step.

Soon, Wang Ba finally saw Wu Monkey King.

Wu Monkey King also saw Wang Ba, approaching quietly, then extended his furry finger, silently pointing to a place not far away.

Wang Ba followed Wu Monkey King's direction.

He suddenly froze.

There, suspended, was a seemingly human body.

Similar in size to them.

Indistinguishable gender, clothed in gray-purple, with ancient attire unlike anything Wang Ba had ever seen.

Drifting slantwise in the white fog-filled void, without sound, without change, without the slightest aura...

"A corpse?"

Jiang Yi whispered in shock.

She never imagined that in this Wind Disaster Area, she would see a seemingly cultivator's corpse.

The strong wind disaster ahead was enough to shatter the realm membrane of Little Cang World, yet it left behind just one corpse. It seemed strange no matter how it was viewed.

At this moment, a slightly dry voice from Ji Ying came:

"Look ahead..."

Wang Ba, Jiang Yi, and Liang Wuji raised their heads following Ji Ying's direction.

In that instant, they felt a chill run down their spines!

In the distance.

Body after body, each dressed differently, suspended like flotsam in the white waves of the deep sea, silently floating in various postures...

Some lying flat, some floating sideways, some standing...

But without exception, all had closed eyes, silent and motionless, still gently propelled by the surrounding white fog and air currents.

Here, thousands upon thousands of cultivators' corpses were floating!

And what flabbergasted them even more was that deeper in the white fog, more shadows seemed to be like countless black sesame seeds mixed in flour, beyond count!

"What on earth has happened here?!"

The four of them were horrified.

And at this moment, something seemed to trigger somewhere.

The fingers of the gray-purple figure closest to them, hidden within its sleeves, moved almost imperceptibly.

Then on its face, the tightly shut eyes slowly opened.

At the same moment, Wang Ba sensed something and looked down abruptly.

His body suddenly shuddered!

In the eyes of that gray-purple figure, there was shockingly a pair of strange... double pupils!

"Another pair of double pupils?!"

Hearing Wang Ba's low voice, Jiang Yi, Ji Ying, and Liang Wuji couldn't help looking over.

Their expressions changed immediately!

"The corpse, is it alive?!"

And in the next moment, a sense of impending doom rose in their hearts.

They quickly looked around.

Within the endless white fog.

Shadows one after another unknowingly began to stand straight and open their eyes.

Unexpectedly, they were all pairs of strange and eerie... double pupils.