My Longevity Simulation

A scene of utter despair was unfolding deep within the Tianyu Dao Palace.

No matter how many times they killed their enemies, those enemies could swiftly be "reborn."

The speed of this rebirth was simply inconceivable. It was as though creating twelve peak Dao Integration cultivators at a time placed absolutely no burden on the Taiyuan Resurrection Furnace.

Fang Dingge's hand trembled as he tightly gripped the Dao-Burning Furnace. His eyes were bloodshot. He desperately wanted to advance further, but in the end, there was nothing he could do.

Even though everyone had already brought out the immortal artifacts of their respective sects, they were still unable to break through this final line of defense.

"Only by destroying the Taiyuan Resurrection Furnace can we completely defeat these twelve Dao Integration cultivators. But to destroy the Taiyuan Resurrection Furnace, we must first overcome these twelve figures..."

The faces of the Ten Great Sects' cultivators were all ashen.

Just before they were completely exhausted, someone finally spoke up.

"Headmaster Fang, this is no longer feasible. We should withdraw for now!"

"As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. So long as we can return alive, there will still be hope. If we die here... the Xuanhuang Realm will be in grave danger!"

Fang Dingge was not an indecisive person either.

Despite his overwhelming reluctance to give up, he knew that the objective they had set out to accomplish today was simply beyond their capabilities.

"Withdraw!" he said through gritted teeth.

Within the Dao-Burning Furnace, the few remaining milky-white flames blazed ahead, clearing a path for them. They charged straight out of the Tianyu Dao Palace, which had already been completely surrounded by the reinforcements of the Taiyuan Realm.

However, leaving was far more difficult than entering.

It seemed that the order to eliminate them at all costs had been issued. Every cultivator on the Taiyuan battlefield began converging upon their group.

Like an endless expanse of dark clouds blotting out the sky and sun, they paid no heed to their own lives, caring only about landing attacks on the Ten Great Sects' group.

They were already on the verge of complete exhaustion, yet now they had to carve a bloody path through layer upon layer of encirclement.

Casualties were inevitable.

By the time they had finally forced their way through the defensive lines and returned to the last remaining territory of the Xuanhuang Realm, more than half of the assault force had been killed or wounded. Even Jiang Yixing, one of the ten sect heads, had been swallowed by the endless tide of cultivators.

His life and whereabouts were unknown.

The Xuanhuang cultivators still fighting on the battlefield naturally saw the battered and defeated appearance of their returning comrades.

They had originally believed that the plan to destroy the Taiyuan Resurrection Furnace had succeeded.

However, after waiting for a long time without receiving any news, unease gradually began to spread across the battlefield.

This was especially true when they saw the Taiyuan cultivators who had been killed returning from the depths of hell once again, launching another charge against the Xuanhuang defensive line.

The unease in their hearts slowly turned into despair.

If even the combined forces of the Ten Great Sects' heads could not destroy the Taiyuan Resurrection Furnace, that meant their enemies would never be completely eliminated.

What was the point of continuing such a war? They would merely be throwing their lives away for nothing!

Gloomy emotions took root, spread, and proliferated.

At an astonishing speed, they devoured the Xuanhuang cultivators across the battlefield.

They had originally been holding on through sheer force of will. Now that this last bit of resolve had crumbled, their resistance rapidly collapsed.

"Kill!"

The cultivators of the Taiyuan Realm seized this opportunity to launch an all-out assault on the Xuanhuang Realm's final stronghold.

Looking at the seemingly endless enemies surging toward them like locusts, the Xuanhuang cultivators completely broke down.

"Run!"

"Go back! I want to return to the Xuanhuang Realm!"

"What about everyone else in the Xuanhuang Realm? Why are we the only ones here?!"

The transcendent Golden Chains leading to the Xuanhuang Realm had been temporarily concealed by the Ten Great Sects. There was no escape route behind them.

Nevertheless, the cultivators instinctively wanted to flee, running about in blind panic. Amid the chaos, quite a few even turned against and slaughtered their own comrades.

The Taiyuan cultivators seemed to have received a unified order. They did not immediately launch an assault on the final piece of occupied territory.

Instead, they continuously tightened their encirclement.

It seemed they intended to make the trapped Xuanhuang cultivators endure the most unbearable despair before their deaths.

"Sect Master Fang..." Sima Yao, his face splattered with blood, looked at the surrounding Xuanhuang cultivators who were collapsing and screaming in panic. His eyes revealed a trace of unbearable sorrow.

Fang Dingge opened his mouth, but in the end, he spoke resolutely.

"Although the Golden Chains cannot be severed, there are still defensive formations protecting the Xuanhuang Realm on the other side..."

"The Taiyuan Realm will not be able to break through them in a short time. We must seize this opportunity to discuss our next course of action."

"But..." Everyone understood what Fang Dingge meant, yet they still found it difficult to accept emotionally.

"The defensive formations must never be deactivated. Otherwise, it will not be this battlefield that falls, but the entire Xuanhuang Realm. If there are any important disciples within your sect, you may retrieve them immediately. We will wait for only ten breaths..."

Amid Fang Dingge's icy voice, the illusory transcendent Golden Chains slowly materialized.

No one objected any further. Their figures flickered as they hurriedly retrieved the important disciples of their respective sects.

"Let us go."

After taking one final look at this sorrowful place, they prepared to leave.

"Are you all truly going to abandon the valiant sons and daughters of the Xuanhuang Realm fighting on the battlefield?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

Upon hearing it, everyone's movements froze.

"Although I could cling to life by fleeing, I refuse to do so."

The speaker was none other than Li Ping, the Dao Integration cultivator of Evergreen Valley, whose reputation had recently been rising rapidly.

With disdain in his eyes, he looked at the Ten Great Sects' heads and elite cultivators who were about to flee.

He cupped his hands in salute, then turned around and strode back toward the battlefield, saber in hand.

"Where are you going?!"

Among those present, only Cao Yingyue was somewhat familiar with Li Fan. She knew that returning now meant certain death. Although her question was rather foolish, she still hurriedly called out to him.

Li Fan did not even turn his head. He merely replied coldly.

"To kill the enemy!"

Fang Dingge let out a soft sigh.

"A true man of righteousness. Let him go."

His figure merged into the golden chains, and he was the first to return.

In truth, Fang Dingge's decision was not wrong either. As the leaders of the Ten Great Sects, they needed to return to the Xuanhuang Realm as quickly as possible, report what had happened in the Taiyuan Realm, and prepare for the possible counterattack that might follow.

However, the sight of everyone fleeing in the middle of battle, even disregarding the lives of their fellow Xuanhuang cultivators, stood in stark contrast to Li Fan's resolute decision to march toward certain death.

They were all overwhelmed with shame. Covering their faces, they hurried away.

Seeing that some of their elite disciples were tempted to return and follow Li Fan in fighting to the death, the heads of the Ten Great Sects sighed. Before those disciples could make any rash decisions, they forcibly took them away.

"This expedition against the Taiyuan Realm was a major strategic miscalculation on the part of our Ten Great Sects. As long as the Taiyuan Resurrection Furnace remains intact, it is impossible for us to defeat them on their own territory."

"However, the situation has not yet spiraled completely out of control. The power of Taiyuan resurrection cannot function within the Xuanhuang Realm. Although we have withdrawn, that does not necessarily mean they will dare to attack us."

After offering words of reassurance to their disciples, the group underwent a series of spatial transfers and finally returned to their familiar homeland.

The intense pressure they had endured on the battlefield was suddenly released. The overwhelming oppression of standing between life and death, combined with the guilt of abandoning their comrades, caused countless emotions to erupt all at once.

Quite a few people immediately burst into tears.

However, their cries did not last long.

The Ten Great Sects' battered and defeated group was soon stunned by the extraordinary sight above their heads.

The transcendent Golden Chains, which should have been concealed by the formation, had unexpectedly manifested in physical form, seemingly beyond anyone's control.

They stretched across the heavens.

It was as though a massive fissure had appeared in the firmament of the Xuanhuang Realm.

Within this fissure, faint rays of light could be seen shining.

An image of a battlefield filled with murderous and bloody energy was being projected across the sky.

"That is... the Taiyuan Realm?"

"How can it be appearing in the firmament of the Xuanhuang Realm?"

Having narrowly escaped death, the members of the Ten Great Sects were naturally familiar with the scenery being displayed above them. This only made their astonishment even greater.

Fang Dingge and the other heads of the Ten Great Sects underwent a drastic change in expression. They hurriedly tried to exert control over the transcendent Golden Chains with all their might.

However, they discovered that the Floating Across the Starry Sky Grand Formation seemed to have completely lost its effect.

Unable to control it at all, they could only allow the scene to continue displaying itself.

"Was this the work of the Taiyuan Realm?!"

"Are they trying to demonstrate their strength to us?"

Recalling how the golden chains had previously appeared out of nowhere and solidified within the Taiyuan Realm, as well as the horrific scene now unfolding in the sky before every living being in the Xuanhuang Realm, showing Xuanhuang cultivators being surrounded and slaughtered by Taiyuan cultivators, the faces of everyone from the Ten Great Sects turned ashen.

They knew that this matter could no longer be concealed.

Perhaps in retaliation for the Xuanhuang Realm's invasion, the Taiyuan cultivators deliberately slowed down their slaughter. Their actions even seemed to carry an element of torture and mockery.

They watched as one Xuanhuang cultivator after another struggled desperately, only to die in grief and indignation after realizing that resistance was futile.

Different emotions began to emerge across the two cultivation worlds.

Within the Xuanhuang Realm.

"What is going on?"

"Ba Hongyi? That's Ba Hongyi! He is the foremost among the third-generation disciples of my Futu Sect. How could this happen..."

"That's Zhang Yufan of my Azure Wood Sect!"

"I recognize that figure too. That's Senior Brother Wan Ruohong of the Taiyan Sect. I once had the fortune of meeting him. I heard that he had embarked on an expedition to another world to establish an unprecedented achievement."

"Shouldn't they be fighting the enemy in the Taiyuan Realm right now?"

Very quickly, the cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm recognized the identities of those who had perished.

This only made them even more bewildered, frightened, and apprehensive.

The Xuanhuang Realm, which they had always regarded as powerful, seemed utterly incapable of resisting the Taiyuan Realm.

Its cultivators were being toyed with, mocked, and slaughtered until none remained.

Some were furious. Others were overwhelmed with sorrow, while still others were so grief-stricken that they could barely bear to watch.

Amid this tangled mass of emotions, cries of astonishment suddenly rang out one after another.

"Who is that? How is he still fighting despite being surrounded by so many enemies?"

"He's covered in wounds, yet he hasn't even fallen behind?"

Compared with the other Xuanhuang cultivators being slaughtered, one figure stood out like a War God.

Even while surrounded on all sides, he had not abandoned hope.

Sword light surged around him, and every strike claimed the lives of dozens of Taiyuan cultivators.

This made the Xuanhuang inhabitants, who had been feeling utterly suffocated, secretly cheer in admiration.

"Unfortunately, he won't be able to hold on much longer."

At the same time, their hearts sank with sorrow.

"The Ten Great Immortal Sects actually withdrew just like that. Why aren't they saving him? Why?!"

All the living beings beneath heaven felt that this lone figure, who continued fighting to the death, had been treated unjustly.

Those gazing up at the sky were not limited to ordinary inhabitants who had previously known nothing about the situation. Among them were also the cultivators of the Ten Great Sects who had fled back from the Taiyuan Realm in disgrace.

Watching Li Fan's fighting figure at this moment, their faces felt as though they were being viciously whipped with a lash coated in chili oil.

They wished they could charge back into the Taiyuan Realm and fight alongside Li Fan.

But wishes were merely wishes.

The moment they recalled the fact that the living beings of the Taiyuan Realm were seemingly endless, an overwhelming sense of helplessness welled up within them. Their feet felt as though they had been weighed down with lead, making it impossible to take even half a step forward.

After all, those who truly possessed courage and conviction had already been buried on that battlefield.

Everyone silently raised their heads, watching as the Xuanhuang hero continued his final struggle.

They had initially thought he would not last much longer.

After all, there were simply too many Taiyuan cultivators surrounding him.

But to their surprise, even after more than half a day had passed, Li Fan was still alive.

He was still fighting.

The onlookers exchanged glances and began observing the battle more carefully.

"I clearly saw countless Daoist arts, divine abilities, and even attacks from magic treasures unleashed by the Taiyuan cultivators strike his body. Why does he look as though he hasn't been injured at all?"

"Could it be an illusion caused by the projection crossing between worlds?"

"No. Wait..."

The disciples of the Great Dao Sect seemed to have realized something. They cried out in unison.

"Great Dao Is Like Myself?!"

"Look at those blazing sword strikes he unleashes from time to time. They are simply too powerful. Even someone at the Dao Integration Realm cannot withstand their edge! They can even cleave the sky itself!"

"Now that you mention it, doesn't that bear some resemblance to our Heavenly Sword Sect's [One Sword Shattering Heavens]?"

"And that unpredictable movement technique. Even while surrounded on all sides, he moves with complete ease..."

"That's our Indeterminate Prison's [Ethereal Divine Movement]!"

...

The Li Fan displaying such extraordinary might on the battlefield was actually using techniques that, for the most part, were genuine inheritances of the Ten Great Sects.

How could this not leave them astonished?

Moreover, the divine abilities Li Fan displayed seemed to be even more powerful than their original versions.

"Master Fang, what do you think?"

The leaders of the Ten Great Sects were no less astonished than their disciples.

Fang Dingge narrowed his eyes as he watched the scene of slaughter unfolding in the sky, then let out a sigh.

"I had heard before that this man had broken through several times in the midst of life-and-death battles. He possesses a naturally gifted physique for warfare, a true Conquest Saint Physique. Originally, I was somewhat skeptical and thought the rumors were exaggerated. Now, it seems they were entirely true."

"In such a short time, he has not only thoroughly mastered all the supreme techniques we passed down to him, but has even deduced further improvements of his own? What kind of talent is this?"

The leaders of the Ten Great Sects were all visibly shaken.

For a moment, their minds went blank, and silence descended upon them.

After a long while, someone finally sighed.

"It's just a pity that such a genius is destined to perish on that battlefield."

"If he were given a little more time, perhaps he could..."

"Perhaps we could organize a force to rescue him? A genuine prodigy like this would be worth dozens of Dao Integration cultivators!"

"But we had already intended to bring him back. He refused to come willingly."

Fang Dingge's words left everyone speechless.

They had nothing more to say. All they could do was watch the final performance unfolding across the heavenly projection.

No matter how extraordinary a performance might be, the curtain must eventually fall.

Li Ping was indeed powerful, but the Taiyuan cultivators were simply endless.

No matter how many he slaughtered, after a short while, more would quickly arrive from the depths of the Taiyuan Realm.

After fighting desperately against overwhelming numbers for three days and three nights, Li Ping finally seemed to have reached his limit.

His movements were no longer agile, and his sword light had lost its former sharpness.

His actions grew increasingly sluggish.

Even the absorption property of Great Dao Is Like Myself gradually began to lose its effectiveness.

Wounds continuously appeared across his body, and blood poured from them.

Under the gaze of countless living beings from both worlds, the body of this Xuanhuang War God finally began to stiffen.

Yet he still did not fall. He continued standing upright.

One man, facing the countless Taiyuan cultivators before him.

The Taiyuan Realm also showed this formidable cultivator the respect he deserved.

They no longer advanced to attack him. Instead, they silently waited for his death.

Li Fan's body remained motionless for a long time.

Just when everyone believed that he had already perished, his head suddenly lifted once more.

A peculiar aura began to emerge from his body.

The projection across the Xuanhuang Heavenly Screen began to ripple and distort strangely in response.