My Longevity Simulation

The little Daoist child Qiushui let out a strange cry, and his body instantly exploded into countless fragments.

Yet he was far from defeated. Those countless fragments transformed into a torrential rain that continued pouring down upon Tianyang.

Qiushui had used this move before in front of Li Fan, but after its sublimation, this divine ability had become vastly more powerful.

Connected to the infinite power of the Star Sea, the sword rain fell endlessly without cease.

Every single raindrop contained the greatest destructive force that the Qiushui Sword could unleash.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Even with the Immortal Puppet Ancestor's combat instincts supporting him, allowing him to evade the overwhelming majority of the sword rain through constant shifts in movement, the sheer number of sword lights erupting in that instant was simply too great.

Countless points of light still exploded violently across Tianyang's Immortal body.

The protective field surrounding him trembled violently. Even the barrier capable of isolating the power of True Immortal seal script characters became increasingly unstable under the endless assault of Supreme Sword Qi.

Yet Tianyang's expression remained calm and indifferent.

Not the slightest trace of emotion appeared despite gradually falling into a disadvantage.

Then, a vertical eye suddenly opened upon the center of his forehead.

The third eye radiated a faint golden glow. It did not resemble anything of the mortal world, but instead seemed like the eye of an ancient desolate god.

Where its gaze fell, the endless rain froze in midair.

Tianyang released an unconscious roar as both hands formed a grasping motion before his chest.

The countless sword raindrops that Qiushui had transformed into were forcibly fused together by Tianyang in an instant, becoming a single sphere.

An invisible flame emerged from Tianyang's palms.

It seemed intent on burning the entire sphere of water into nothingness.

The little Daoist child Qiushui appeared in a panic from within the water sphere and hurriedly shouted toward Li Fan.

"Master, save me!"

Li Fan had merely wished to test Qiushui's true combat strength. He had no intention of destroying such a rare Supreme assistant.

With a thought, Tianyang, who was just about to deliver the finishing blow, paused slightly before finally stopping.

At the same time, Li Fan noticed that an extremely profound and indescribable aura disappeared from Tianyang's body.

Tianyang silently returned to Li Fan's side, while the little Daoist child Qiushui knelt on the ground and repeatedly kowtowed in gratitude, continuously praising, "Master is merciful."

Although Qiushui had been defeated by Tianyang, Li Fan was still highly satisfied with the strength he had displayed throughout the battle.

At the very least, Li Fan himself could not withstand that endless sword rain attack. His only option would have been to evade it.

As for why Tianyang had won so effortlessly, aside from the insights inherited from the Immortal Puppet Ancestor and the Thousand-Eyed Desolate God, the decisive factor had actually been the wisp of invisible flame Tianyang displayed at the end.

Judging from the little Daoist child Qiushui's extreme fear, this invisible flame truly possessed the ability to threaten his existence.

This immediately aroused Li Fan's curiosity.

After all, once connected to the infinite power of the Star Sea, even Li Fan himself could only destroy the Qiushui Sword by assuming the Shape of Living Beings. No other divine ability or spell could inflict any real damage upon it.

Yet this invisible flame had accomplished what even Li Fan could not.

Li Fan immediately questioned Tianyang about it.

Unexpectedly, Tianyang's answer consisted of only two words.

"I don't know."

Li Fan frowned slightly. After further questioning, he finally understood.

The invisible flame appeared naturally whenever Tianyang entered a state of pure combat consciousness. As for its underlying principles or how it was activated, Tianyang himself had absolutely no idea.

That pure combat consciousness originated from the inheritance of the Immortal Puppet Ancestor.

Once activated, all distracting thoughts vanished. His mind faintly resonated with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, relying entirely on instinct to launch relentless attacks until the target was dead.

"Instinct..."

Li Fan gradually formed a suspicion.

"It must be inseparable from the Eternal Remnant Will."

"I never expected the Eternal Remnant Will could also be used as a divine ability to injure others. As expected of an existence capable of resonating with the Great Dao."

Li Fan pondered it carefully for a while, feeling somewhat regretful.

Although he had long known that the Eternal Remnant Will possessed an extraordinarily high level, aside from having [Truth] actively absorb it, he had still found no way to comprehend or utilize it himself.

"Come to think of it, the seeds I planted in this life should finally be ready to blossom and bear fruit."

After instructing Qiushui to continue learning from "Second Master" Tianyang, Li Fan flashed away and arrived inside the Dao Lecture Platform.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the enormous eye formed from the simulated Heavenly Mandate immediately projected the figures of Kou Hong and Dao Xuanzi.

In this life, after discovering that these two "Sincere Seekers of the Dao" might possess beliefs that represented the budding sprouts of the Eternal Remnant Will, Li Fan had secretly made numerous arrangements.

His goal was to nurture those sprouts, perhaps even giving birth to genuine Eternal Remnant Will.

Thus, the two brothers, whose cultivation paths had already been filled with hardship and who in previous reincarnations had once fought to the death over nothing more than a Nascent Soul cultivation technique, suffered even more tragic experiences in this life.

Over the years, they had wandered everywhere searching for cultivation methods beyond Foundation Establishment.

It could not be said they had gained nothing.

However, every single time they discovered something valuable within an ancient cave dwelling, a Nascent Soul cultivator would suddenly descend from the heavens before their very eyes and forcibly snatch away their prize.

If it had happened only once or twice, Kou Hong and Dao Xuanzi could barely have accepted it.

But the same thing had already happened nearly ten consecutive times.

The frustration in Kou Hong's heart had nearly reached its limit.

Every single time, he wanted to fight those Nascent Soul cultivators to the death.

Yet Dao Xuanzi, who still retained his rationality, always restrained him with all his strength.

Even clay figures possessed some measure of anger.

After the same thing happened yet again during their latest expedition, even Dao Xuanzi could no longer endure it.

The two brothers joined forces and launched a desperate attack against the suddenly appearing Nascent Soul cultivator.

The result was entirely predictable.

The two brothers were thoroughly humiliated.

However, their opponent did not kill them.

Instead, he deliberately revealed his own name before sneering disdainfully.

"You two pieces of trash. From now on, every time I see you, I'll beat you."

After saying that, he departed arrogantly.

Following that incident, Kou Hong and Dao Xuanzi remained dispirited for quite some time.

Yet they truly deserved the title of Sincere Seekers of the Dao.

Before long, they recovered from the blow.

They even secretly swore that one day they would achieve success in cultivation and personally avenge themselves against that Nascent Soul cultivator.

To accomplish that goal, they even abandoned the principles they had always upheld.

They gave up their identities as independent cultivators and chose to join the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance.

From then onward, they no longer needed to risk their lives exploring the ruins of ancient sects.

Instead, they accepted commission after commission each day, slowly accumulating Immortal Alliance contribution points.

Living with extreme frugality, the two brothers finally gathered enough contribution points to exchange for a Golden Core cultivation technique.

The moment the contents of the technique transformed into streams of golden light and flowed into their minds, both Kou Hong and Daoist Xuan burst into tears.

Although they had barely entered the Golden Core realm, they remained far from achieving their goal of revenge.

The two brothers worked even harder, continuously accepting commissions to earn more contribution points.

However, the price of Nascent Soul cultivation techniques was on an entirely different level.

They routinely cost fifty or sixty thousand contribution points, leaving the two brothers utterly helpless.

Moreover, if they wished to avenge themselves successfully, the Nascent Soul cultivation technique they cultivated could not be mediocre.

Otherwise, even after reaching the Nascent Soul realm themselves, they might still be no match for their great enemy.

The powerful Nascent Soul techniques they desired all cost nearly one hundred thousand contribution points.

The astronomical price was enough to make anyone despair.

At first, the brothers silently continued saving.

But after some time, they carefully calculated both their income and expenses.

They discovered that it would take at least fifty-six years before they could finally exchange for a Nascent Soul cultivation technique.

And that was assuming absolutely nothing unexpected happened.

But how could a world like this ever be free of unexpected events?

To earn contribution points more quickly, they had to accept missions with a certain degree of danger. That also meant there was a high chance of being injured while completing them. Before reaching the Nascent Soul realm, without the constant regeneration provided by the power of a Cave Heaven, healing injuries was an extremely costly matter.

Unfortunately, the two of them had never been particularly lucky.

While carrying out missions, about three out of every ten would end with some unexpected accident. Although their lives were never truly in danger, they were almost always seriously injured. After deducting the cost of treatment, there was barely any profit left. If those accidents had not all been caused by natural disasters, calamities, or rampaging spirit beasts, with no trace of cultivator interference, the two of them would have suspected they had offended some great almighty who was deliberately toying with them.

Earning little was one thing. As long as they could save a little every day, they could still see hope.

But for some unknown reason, news of their astonishing bad luck somehow spread. The rumors became more and more outrageous. Some even claimed they had been afflicted by a mysterious curse, and that anyone associated with them would also suffer misfortune.

Gradually, no cultivators were willing to accompany them on missions anymore. Worse still, many mission publishers, fearing they would be implicated by the so called mysterious curse, specifically stated in their mission notices that Kou Hong and Dao Xuanzi were forbidden from accepting the task.

Saving contribution points had become nothing more than an impossible dream.

Even after things had reached this point, the two brothers still refused to abandon their dream.

After discussing it together, they returned to their old profession of exploring ancient sect ruins.

Since the Tianxuan Mirror was responsible for purchasing recovered relics, they did not have to worry about being unable to sell anything they found.

It had to be said that after advancing to the Golden Core realm, their strength had increased tremendously. Combined with their many years of experience exploring ruins, they truly achieved impressive results after several expeditions.

Kou Hong and Dao Xuanzi were overjoyed. They thought their luck had finally changed.

However, the two brothers were puzzled by one thing. The Tianxuan Mirror always offered purchase prices far below the market value. After subtracting the cost of all the supplies needed for each expedition, they ultimately failed to accumulate many contribution points.

Still, it was far better than slowly completing ordinary missions.

The two brothers remained optimistic.

Watching their contribution balance increase little by little each day filled them with a quiet sense of happiness.

Finally, after successfully exploring several small ruins in succession, without having any Nascent Soul great cultivators swoop in to steal the rewards, they found themselves only one step away from obtaining the Nascent Soul cultivation technique they had long desired.

The two decided that, while fortune still favored them, they might as well press on in one final expedition.

As long as they did not return completely empty handed, they would achieve their goal.

This final expedition was carried out with extreme caution.

It was as if the lifetime of bad luck that had plagued them had finally come to an end.

Based on their previous exchange experience, the harvest this time would be worth at least thirty thousand contribution points. The two brothers were on the verge of completely turning their lives around.

Kou Hong and Dao Xuanzi forcibly suppressed the joy in their hearts, maintaining calm expressions as they hurried toward the nearest floating Heavenly City.

At the same time, they imagined the day in the near future when they would exchange for the Nascent Soul cultivation technique, find a Nascent Soul Cave Heaven, break through to the Nascent Soul realm, avenge themselves in glorious fashion, and finally hold their heads high.

The journey went smoothly. When they once again entered the Tianxuan Mirror and sold every ancient relic they had recovered from the ruins, receiving thirty thousand contribution points in return.

Kou Hong and Dao Xuanzi finally let out long sighs of relief.

After crying tears of joy, they eagerly opened the cultivation technique exchange page, ready to make the purchase.

However, the Tianxuan Mirror's mechanical and emotionless voice exploded like thunder in the brothers' ears.

"What do you mean, insufficient contribution points?"

"We each clearly have over seventy thousand contribution points!" Kou Hong roared, his eyes bloodshot and nearly splitting apart. He breathed heavily, fists clenched so tightly that his fingernails dug deep into his flesh without him noticing. He only knew how to roar in fury.

"He has 73,246. I have 78,355. We earned every single one of those points through years of hard work and risking our lives. There is no way they could be gone..." Dao Xuanzi barely managed to remain calm as he stated the exact numbers, demanding that the Tianxuan Mirror verify them again.

Yet the cold sweat pouring from his forehead and his increasingly pale face completely revealed the panic within his heart.

The Tianxuan Mirror did not remain silent for long.

Its reply soon arrived.

"After verification, Kou Hong currently possesses 234 contribution points. Dao Xuanzi currently possesses 264 contribution points."

"The detailed sources of these contribution points are as follows."

"There are no other records."

"Repeating..."

That icy voice echoed endlessly in the brothers' ears like the pronouncement of a death sentence.

Even Dao Xuanzi could no longer remain composed.

He stared blankly at the records displayed by the Tianxuan Mirror.

He discovered that their contribution records had reverted to the very first day they joined the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance.

All the blood, sweat, and years of effort they had spent accumulating contribution points had simply vanished into nothingness.

Dao Xuanzi felt a wave of dizziness.

'Could it be... that everything was just an illusion?'

But Kou Hong's furious roar immediately jolted him awake.

Their Golden Core cultivation was undeniably real.

The thirty thousand contribution points they had just earned were also undeniably real.

If that was the case, then how could the memories of the past several years possibly be false?

"You swallowed our contribution points! You stole the rewards we earned with our blood and sweat!"

"Give them back!"

Dao Xuanzi's expression also became twisted with rage.

The Tianxuan Mirror simply continued repeating its cold response.

The two brothers finally broke down completely and actually launched an attack against the Tianxuan Mirror.

After issuing several warnings to no effect, the Tianxuan Mirror directly expelled them.

The miserable state of Kou Hong and Dao Xuanzi naturally attracted the attention of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance cultivators.

But no matter how desperately they cried and pleaded, claiming that the Tianxuan Mirror, which had never once made a mistake, had swallowed all the contribution points they had painstakingly accumulated.

Coupled with the fact that they were already infamous as the unlucky duo.

Naturally, not a single person believed them.

Kou Hong and Dao Xuanzi cried until tears of blood streamed down their faces, only to find nothing but cold indifference surrounding them.

Having finally accepted reality, they stopped making a scene.

Their memories of everything that had happened since joining the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance replayed one by one in their minds.

It all felt like nothing more than a dream.

"Let's go."

Kou Hong gritted his teeth as he spoke.