My Longevity Simulation

Whoever obtains the ‘Supreme Dao Scripture’ can attain True Immortality!

This saying was not some baseless, fanciful rumor. It had a genuine foundation.

And that foundation was none other than the [Xuanhuang True Immortal], who now commanded unparalleled prestige throughout the Xuanhuang Realm!

It had to be understood that the Xuanhuang True Immortal had not simply appeared out of nowhere. His entire journey could be traced, from his humble beginnings as a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator to his eventual rise to the True Immortal realm through countless battles and trials.

Thus, when people discovered this fact, they were filled with an even greater sense of indescribable astonishment.

Because the Xuanhuang True Immortal had completed the transformation from mortal to immortal in a mere few years!

Although the Ten Great Sects had already established the official explanation, claiming that this was due to his extraordinarily special constitution, which continuously transformed and underwent rebirth through slaughter and combat, some people inevitably remained suspicious.

Even within the Ten Great Sects, secret investigations had begun, examining every detail of his life before he rose to prominence as a True Immortal.

No matter how calculating and shrewd that senior disciple of Evergreen Valley might be, he could not conceal anything from the methods of the Ten Great Sects. Consequently, his past interactions with the True Immortal were also exposed to the public.

'The Supreme Dao Scripture...'

Cao Yingyue of the Supreme Sect, who had been secretly dispatched to investigate this matter, looked at the familiar thin fragment in her hand, her expression difficult to read.

'It is exactly the same as the one in my mind.'

'According to Baili Shan, that person also possessed an identical fragment while they were still alive. No wonder I always sensed something strange about them, something I could neither explain nor put into words. So that is how it was.'

'A special constitution, combined with the guidance of the [Supreme Dao Scripture]. That was how they accomplished this unprecedented feat of ascending to immortality.'

Cao Yingyue tightly clenched the fragment, a determined glint flashing through her eyes.

If that person could ascend to the immortal realm, then she could certainly accomplish the same.

Perhaps she would not be able to achieve it so quickly...

Without showing the slightest mercy, she had killed Baili Shan to preserve the secret as much as possible. However, just after Cao Yingyue brought the fragment back to her sect, she received a message from the Sect Master.

"The Supreme Dao Scripture concerns the future of the Xuanhuang Realm. It must be shared among all Ten Great Sects."

The old Daoist, who had originally rejected that resplendent sea of stars representing the Great Dao in hopes of forging his own path, could no longer maintain his resolve after witnessing Li Ping's achievements and his ascent to the immortal realm within just a few years.

Cao Yingyue felt a strange sense of disappointment, yet at the same time, a burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

Carrying the confiscated fragment of the Supreme Dao Scripture, she departed slowly.

From that point onward, the Supreme Dao Scripture became a shared treasure of the Ten Great Sects. Furthermore, based on the experiences of Cao Yingyue and the others, the Ten Great Sects reached a conclusion. There might still be other fragments scattered throughout the world.

Regardless of the circumstances, the Ten Great Sects could not simply stand by and allow such an invaluable treasure as the Supreme Dao Scripture to fall into the hands of others. Consequently, they established a secret organization within their ranks to search for the fragments in secret.

For the three years following the end of the great war, the Xuanhuang Realm remained completely peaceful.

Although the Xuanhuang True Immortal had resurrected the vast majority of cultivators who had perished on the Taiyuan Battlefield, and the overall losses suffered by the Xuanhuang Realm had not been particularly severe, that great battle had undoubtedly left a profound psychological shadow upon countless cultivators. It would take time for them to recover.

The Ten Great Sects and the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, whose relationship had gradually become increasingly tense, also entered a temporary period of reconciliation after having fought side by side on the Taiyuan Battlefield.

More importantly, after successfully occupying the Taiyuan Realm, they had opened a passage leading to another region of the starry sky. The Xuanhuang Realm was no longer an isolated land trapped in a desperate predicament. The vast starry sky beyond now held infinite possibilities.

The contradictions between the two sides were no longer irreconcilable.

At this particular juncture, the great river of history suddenly took a sharp turn and surged toward an entirely different future.

And amid the monstrous waves caused by this change in the river's course, a figure was struggling desperately to hold on.

Had countless fine threads not emerged from within the river, tightly binding themselves around him, he would probably have already been swallowed by the overwhelming force of spacetime.

"What exactly is the Dao of Reverse? How should one define before and after, forward and backward, following and going against the current? Is the end of this great river already predetermined? Or are there still different possible endings..."

Amid the surging torrents, Li Fan struggled to keep his form from scattering while finding some amusement in his suffering. He immersed himself in deep contemplation, seeking to comprehend the Dao.

Although the elaborate deception he had staged, in which he falsely claimed to have attained True Immortality before countless living beings from both worlds, had been immensely satisfying to perform, the price he paid was equally dreadful.

Now that the river of time had completely flowed toward a different future, every passing moment carried it farther away from its original course.

Consequently, the backlash never ceased.

It was even a hundred times more violent than the turbulent currents Li Fan had encountered when he previously traveled upstream through the River of Time.

The reason was that previously, he had more or less remained within the same stretch of the river. But now, his actions had pushed him sideways toward an entirely different branch of the River of Time.

If his previous journey had been a reversal of the current, then what he was doing now was a 'crossing'.

Fortunately, the elaborate performance he had carefully prepared had been sufficiently spectacular. It had left an indelible impression in the minds of every living being in the Xuanhuang Realm.

With so many substantial and reliable anchors, no matter how violent the currents became, as long as this branch of the River of Time continued to exist and the Xuanhuang Realm was not completely destroyed, they would be sufficient to ensure Li Fan's safety within this stretch of time.

"This is what it means to remain unchanged throughout ten thousand generations, with one's True Name enduring forever!"

From this point onward, regardless of what choices he made, whether he continued traveling upstream or simply remained where he was, he finally possessed a secure foothold from which to establish himself.

It was just like the Great Xuan within the Xuanhuang Realm, the Xuanhuang Realm within the Darkest Star Sea, and the region within the High Wall relative to the Yuanchu Possibilities.

Of course, considering the generally poor moral standards of cultivators in the Xuanhuang Realm, along with the highly probable possibility of another great calamity or upheaval of heaven and earth occurring in the future, Li Fan did not expect these stable anchors to remain indestructible forever.

Therefore, besides the name [Xuanhuang True Immortal], he had also left behind another contingency, the [Supreme Dao Scripture], to serve as a backup anchor in times of emergency.

Furthermore, apart from the living beings of the Xuanhuang Realm, there was also the Taiyuan Realm.

Within that world-shattering white sword light, Li Fan had not completely destroyed the Taiyuan cultivators or the Resurrection Furnace.

Instead, he had temporarily sealed them all within the depths of that incomparably profound rift.

The admiration of countless people could serve as an anchor. So could the fear born from absolute despair.

Naturally, Li Fan had no intention of wasting either.

In fact, completely slaughtering them would bring him no benefits whatsoever.

With the Taiyuan Resurrection Furnace, the Taiyuan cultivators could be continuously resurrected while retaining the memories of their previous lives. This made them far more suitable vessels for anchors than the cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm.

Perhaps, after many years had passed, the reputation of the Xuanhuang True Immortal would gradually fade from the memories of the people of the Xuanhuang Realm. The towering statues erected throughout various regions, once worshipped with utmost reverence, might eventually be neglected and forgotten.

But that imposing figure, who had led countless people in a desperate counterattack with nothing but a single man and a single sword, ultimately annihilating the Taiyuan Realm, would remain eternally engraved in the hearts of those Taiyuan cultivators.

Even death and the dissolution of their Dao would not be enough to erase it.

It took another two years, bringing the total to five years, before Li Fan could barely stabilize himself after the upheaval caused by the River of Time changing its course.

When he finally regained solid footing and returned to reality, Li Fan experienced a sensation completely different from anything he had felt before.

He was no longer like a rootless duckweed, relying solely on the connections and bonds provided by a few scattered anchors. Instead, he had firmly taken root within the River of Time, becoming an actual part of this stretch of spacetime.

'As long as I establish enough anchors, I can shed my status as an illegal trespasser and become one of its own.'

Li Fan felt as though he had gained a new understanding.

The benefits of completely integrating into this stretch of spacetime were immediately apparent.

His cultivation had almost entirely returned to the level it had reached before he traveled upstream. Even his comprehension of the Great Dao had been completely recalibrated through the continuous washing of the temporal currents belonging to this period.

Li Fan had a premonition.

The recreation of the Ink Death Celestial Spirit, the Transformation Between Truth and Falsehood, and the other such abilities were all becoming increasingly close to being fully reproduced within this stretch of spacetime.

In an excellent mood, Li Fan did not immediately return to the Xuanhuang Realm.

Instead, he looked down at the rift he had cleaved open with a single sword strike.

Over the past five years, the Ten Sects had completely sealed off this place. They had also made several attempts to venture deep into the rift and investigate its interior.

However, how could the people of the Ten Great Immortal Sects possibly decipher the sealing methods Li Fan had established before falling into the surging currents of the long River of Time?

Their efforts were destined to end in failure.

"Apart from the Ten Great Immortal Sects..."

Li Fan narrowed his eyes and examined the recorded images within the formation.

The scenes flashed by rapidly before suddenly stopping when a particular figure appeared.

"Found you, Xuanhuang Great Celestial Venerable!"

A hint of excitement flashed through Li Fan's eyes.

Just as Li Fan had expected.

After the Immortal Ascension Path had been severed, a True Immortal had inexplicably descended into the mortal world. This was an unbelievable occurrence for any cultivator. The higher one's cultivation, and the closer one came to the True Immortal realm, the more intense one's curiosity would inevitably become.

This was especially true for the Xuanhuang Great Celestial Venerable, who held an official position bestowed by the Immortal Realm.

Thus, even at the risk of exposing himself to considerable danger, he had personally ventured to the Taiyuan Realm, hoping to glimpse and comprehend something from the traces left behind by the True Immortal.

What he had not expected was that Li Fan's arrangements would detect him.

Even though this mysterious Xuanhuang Great Celestial Venerable had instinctively concealed her presence, she was still destined to escape neither the surveillance of Li Fan's formation nor its detection.

She wore an elegant, understated pink dress, and a thin veil covered her face. There was also a tiny red, plum blossom-shaped scar near her temple.

Li Fan was certain that this woman was none other than the Xuanhuang Great Celestial Venerable who had mysteriously vanished from the historical records of the Xuanhuang Realm.

At the same time, Li Fan felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity toward her.

'It is not that I have personally encountered her before. Rather, I have seen her in someone else's memories...'

After tracing his memories, Li Fan finally recalled.

The figure before him gradually overlapped with the mortal lover of Mr. Bai, the woman he had once been involved with in Ningyuan City.

It was precisely because this woman had been brutally killed during the battle between Zhang Qianmo and Song Hesong, a rebellious disciple of the Purple Heaven Sect, that Mr. Bai had eventually embarked upon the path of cultivation.

'Now that I think about it, Song Hesong's inexplicable betrayal probably had something to do with this Xuanhuang Great Celestial Venerable's secret machinations. What a Great Celestial Venerable! To resort to such despicable methods.'

Li Fan sneered inwardly.

Nevertheless, he could understand the reasoning behind it.

Presumably, bound by the responsibilities of her position as the Great Celestial Venerable, she could not simply abandon her post whenever she wished. At the very least, she needed to find a suitable successor.

Furthermore, she could not appoint just anyone. The successor had to meet all the necessary requirements for inheriting the position of Great Celestial Venerable.

And Su Bai was perhaps the most suitable candidate she had secretly identified.

'Indeed, there are no coincidences without reason in this world. Even if Su Bai possessed an extraordinary talent, capable of progressing from an ordinary mortal to Soul Transformation in an instant and reaching Dao Integration within a single day, becoming the Xuanhuang Great Celestial Venerable is not something that can be accomplished through talent and cultivation alone.'

It was much like the succession of the Nameless.

Su Bai's succession was similarly shrouded in traces of manipulation.

'Perhaps Su Bai himself vaguely sensed something. But because the person guiding him was his mortal lover, the woman he had cherished as his white moonlight, he was willing to silently accept everything.'

Recalling the fragments of memories he had glimpsed within the Xuanhuang Evil Thought and Su Bai's Eternal Remnant Will, Li Fan could not help arriving at this conclusion.

Shaking his head, Li Fan destroyed all the recorded images.

With a single step, he arrived at the very bottom of the rift.

This was where the cultivators of the Taiyuan Realm were imprisoned.

For the cultivators of the Taiyuan Realm, death itself was not particularly frightening. What truly terrified them was being unable to live and unable to die.

The torment they had endured over these five years was a hundred times worse than anything they had experienced before. Even dying repeatedly in fierce battles on the battlefield had been nowhere near as agonizing as their current predicament.

They were confined within a tiny space, unable to take even a single step beyond its boundaries.

It was a dark place where sunlight never reached, filled with nothing but deathly silence.

They had exhausted every possible method, yet none could break the restrictions imprisoning them here. Even when they resorted to suicide out of despair, the Taiyuan Resurrection Furnace above their heads would immediately resurrect them.

Compared with the battlefield, this place seemed to be the true eternal purgatory.

Li Fan's arrival did not attract anyone's attention.

Looking at the overall condition of the Taiyuan cultivators below, however, he slightly furrowed his brows.

Li Fan's fundamental objective was to use the fear in their hearts to forge anchors.

However, he had discovered that despite their terrible circumstances, the Taiyuan cultivators' fear of him was gradually diminishing.

'This is not good.'

'I need to remind them of their situation from time to time.'

Li Fan gently pointed toward the Taiyuan Resurrection Furnace suspended in the sky.

Its radiance suddenly burst forth, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

Amid the dazzling brilliance, like that of a great sun, the Taiyuan cultivators seemed to see Li Fan's godlike figure once more, standing with his sword raised.

It was as though they had returned to the battlefield of old. The tiny space, which had previously been shrouded in deathly silence, suddenly erupted with waves of terrified and despairing screams.

Li Fan nodded in satisfaction.

He then flashed into the Taiyuan Resurrection Furnace suspended in the sky.

The Watcher and the Restoration Official.

These two Immortal Servants, responsible for maintaining the protective formations of the Taiyuan Realm, did not attack Li Fan when they saw him.

Instead, they respectfully knelt down and bowed before him.

It was true that, judging purely by their strength, Li Fan in his previous Dao Integration realm had not been a match for these two Immortal Servants.

However, no matter how powerful an Immortal Servant might be, it was still merely an Immortal Servant.

As a disciple of the Lord Hill Guardian and the inheritor of Emperor Taitian's legacy, Li Fan possessed far too many methods to directly seize control of them.

This was also why, from beginning to end, they had never appeared, even when the Taiyuan Realm had been driven to the brink of destruction and its cultivators had repeatedly begged them for help.

Without paying any attention to the two Immortal Servants, Li Fan proceeded directly into the central core of the ancient immortal formation.

Just as he had expected, he saw the Unfixed Ring and the Nine-Star Red Bead shining at its center.

Standing at the very heart of the immortal formation, Li Fan finally felt the inexplicable pressure emanating from the Mountain Shangfang and the Infinite Ocean.

A peculiar glint flashed through his eyes.

His purpose in coming here was not the Red Bead, which recorded the information of every cultivator and living being in the Taiyuan Realm.

Rather, it was the complete immortal formation itself.

"Although I cannot directly connect to the Infinite Ocean, I can use this immortal formation to indirectly siphon the infinite immortal power within it."

"Just as I previously did through my clone."

"Now that the Ink Death Celestial Spirit is gone and the Myriad Aspects Dao Net no longer exists, I can only use this method to temporarily restore my True Immortal cultivation."