Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant
Chapter 1222 - 1222 103 Icebound_3

Chapter 1222: Chapter 103 Icebound_3 Chapter 1222: Chapter 103 Icebound_3 Seeing the astonishing cataclysm unfold before their eyes, everyone froze in shock.

The pudgy middle-aged Cultivator finally snapped out of his stupor, his face involuntarily twitching as he shouted,

“Quick!

Block the breach!”

“Decapitate the Sea-Splitting Whale!”

He himself took the lead and flew forward, attempting to stop the collapse of the sea bank.

A few other Nascent Soul Cultivators also stepped forward.

But even as Nascent Soul Cultivators, even as they exerted all their strength and drained their Mana to stem the tide, they could only watch helplessly as the distant dyke rapidly collapsed and was submerged by the sea.

In the face of nature, human power eventually runs out.

And the other Cultivators were no longer caring about the Demonic Beasts, they all made their moves, successfully decapitating the Sea-Splitting Whale.

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“Taoist Brother Ge!

There’s still a way!

The sea barricade has collapsed, but if we manage to build a new dyke before the seawater reaches the mainland coast, we might have a chance to hold it back!”

Just then, the Cultivators surnamed Fan and Lang flew out of the sea beneath in a sorry state, stopping the exhausted pudgy middle-aged Cultivator and others just in time.

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The pudgy middle-aged Cultivator’s eyes immediately lit up, without a moment’s hesitation:

“Let’s go!”

“Do not resist everyone!”

With that, he raised his hand and forcefully channeled Wind Style Mana, and a cyan tornado swiftly enveloped everyone, propelling them towards the northern land.

However, along the way, the Cultivators were more and more horrified by what they saw.

The speed of the sea flooding in far exceeded their expectations.

And the Demonic Beasts that fled through the breach swooped toward the land as if sensing a scent.

“Taoist Friend Fan, Taoist Friend Lang, can we really build the dyke again?

If our side is collapsing, I fear the dykes to the southeast would be affected too…”

The pudgy middle-aged Cultivator couldn’t help but voice his anxiety.

“There’s no other way.

We had already predicted the possibility of a dyke collapse.

We can only rebuild close to the shore, but doing so leaves us with even less room to maneuver.

If there’s another breach, Hailing Nation will transform from fertile fields to Canghai.”

“As for the southeast, there’s no need to worry about the dykes guarded by other Taoist Friends for now; they all have contingency plans…

The priority is to reach land first.”

The two Nascent Soul Cultivators spoke solemnly.

In just this short time, the Demonic Beasts had already neared the mainland coast.

The pudgy middle-aged Cultivator dared not delay and exerted all his Mana as he headed straight for the shore.

The cyan tornado finally reached the edge of the coast.

Only to see several Class IV Demonic Beasts successfully making landfall.

And a giant wave, with towering crests, was rolling in from the distance.

“Although our Mana is greatly depleted, we still have to find a way to exterminate these beasts first and then hold them off…

Wait, what’s that?”

The pudgy middle-aged Cultivator almost instantly made a decision, but his Spiritual Sense caught something off in the distance, causing him to suddenly pause.

On the coastal mudflat.

Atop a Tao Temple built entirely of beast heads, a Taoist in green robes sat cross-legged in meditation.

The aura felt somewhat unfamiliar, but that face…

“King…

Wang Ba?”

The pudgy middle-aged Cultivator was somewhat taken aback, but he quickly recovered:

“Is he…

an Incarnation?

What’s he doing here?”

These questions immediately turned into concern:

“Bad news!

A Demonic Beast is heading that way!”

“Taoist Brother Ge, do you know that person?”

A fellow Cultivator beside him asked, puzzled.

The pudgy middle-aged Cultivator had no time to explain.

With a thought, the cyan tornado then rapidly moved towards the direction of the green-robed Taoist.

However, in the next instant, the cyan tornado suddenly came to a halt.

The pudgy middle-aged Cultivator looked towards the figure atop the Tao Temple with a mix of astonishment and doubt.

On the Beast Head Capital Tao Temple.

The green-robed Taoist suddenly opened his eyes.

Contained within the indifferent and clear pupils was a transparency of one who had Achieved the Dao.

He seemed to contemplate:

“So it is, the cause was set long ago…

nothing but a Change of Poverty and Richness!”

At that moment, a huge dark cloud swiftly gathered in the sky above!

“Is he about to undergo Crossing Tribulation?”

Sensing this aura, the pudgy middle-aged Cultivator was shocked.

The Demonic Beasts that reached the shore, although lacking in Spiritual Wisdom, naturally dreaded such power of heaven and earth, and they retreated en masse.

The Thunder Tribulation arrived with great urgency.

The next instant, lightning struck!

The green-robed Taoist allowed the lightning to hit him without moving a muscle.

But the next bolt of Thunder Tribulation didn’t hesitate and struck quickly again.

The green-robed Taoist remained calm as he slightly opened his mouth,

And out jumped a Golden Core covered in frost, ready to weather the storm of Lightning.

Cracks quickly spread across the Golden Core.

“So fast!”

While the pudgy middle-aged Cultivator was distracted by the green-robed Taoist, he hurriedly coordinated the Cultivators to fend off the Demonic Beasts.

But they were weakened from trying to stop the overwhelming seawater and now found themselves struggling.

Realizing this, the pudgy middle-aged Cultivator grew even more anxious.

Unfortunately, at that moment, he had no better solution than to send out a signal for help.

Meanwhile, the green-robed Taoist underwent eighteen successive bolts of Thunder Tribulation.

Finally, the Golden Core completely split open at the last moment, and from it leapt a little man who bore an eight or nine parts resemblance to the green-robed Taoist.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the Thunder Tribulation.

Then he plunged directly into the body of the green-robed Taoist.

“Nascent Soul, completed…

The original body should have some gains as well.”

The green-robed Taoist felt within himself for a moment.

Achieving the Nascent Soul did not bring joy to his heart; only boundless calmness remained.

His gaze swept over the surrounding Demonic Beasts and Cultivators.

And when he saw the pudgy middle-aged Cultivator struggling to dodge a beast, he paused for a moment.

“Martial Uncle Ge…”

Martial Uncle Ge Shoucheng, the peak master of Shenxiu Peak, a contemporary of Master Yao Wudi, had once helped the original body learn the “Ride the Wind.”

These bits of information flashed through the mind of the green-robed Taoist.

He looked around once more; perhaps because of the recent Tribulation, not a single beast dared to attack him.

He then looked towards the distant sea.

Waves surged and tumbled.

With a mind of absolute calm, he weighed everything in an instant and made a decision.

Hum!

He suddenly stamped lightly.

From him as the center, dense hoarfrost spread rapidly.

In an instant, the entire coastal mudflat turned into a field of ice.