My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1049: The Defected Dharma-Transmitter

“Spending two hundred thousand contribution points just to acquire her image; it appears this Jia Yiyuan was also among those rescued by the [Savior Immortal Fairy].”

“His capabilities are quite respectable, and he possesses significant self-assurance. He isn't concerned about potential traps hidden within the statue...”

“Regrettably for him, he crossed paths with me.”

Li Fan sensed that the traces he had embedded in the statue were being systematically dismantled, causing his mental connection to the visuals to grow increasingly faint.

Nevertheless, those markers were merely on the surface.

The authentic link between himself and the object was forged through the source power essence of the Faceless True Immortal.

That power originated from a realm far beyond the mortal world; Li Fan harbored no fear that anyone possessed the ability to sever it.

Even though the perception was becoming hazy, Li Fan could still catch glimpses of the statue's surroundings.

He observed Jia Yiyuan arriving at a residence within the Nine Mountains Prefecture, where he sat in a meditative posture inside a secluded chamber.

With a grave expression, the man whispered incantations under his breath.

Suddenly, a ripple manifested from the void, carving a crack in the fabric of space; Jia Yiyuan stepped through it without hesitation.

The bond between them weakened further in an instant.

Only indistinct silhouettes and fragmented audio reached Li Fan now.

“The true identity of Senior Zhou has been compromised somehow; start an investigation.”

“There is definitely something suspicious about that establishment.”

“Senior Zhou has rescued dozens more people lately; I never imagined that even after all these years, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance would still be so relentless in their pursuit of us.”

“A disaster we didn't deserve? What is the point of complaining now? Regardless, we are now locked in a blood feud with the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance!”

The speaker’s voice was laced with profound malice, drawing a wave of agreement from the others.

“They treat the lives of us cultivators as if we were common weeds, discarding us at their whim. They have no regard for what is right or wrong... Such individuals are unworthy of being called Dharma Transmitters!”

“Exactly! Only a person like Senior Zhou deserves the title of a true Transmitter!”

...

“A Transmitter by the name of Zhou?” The intelligence gathered from the statue left Li Fan somewhat astonished.

In the records provided by Mo Rubin previously, there was no mention of such a figure among the active Transmitters of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.

“It makes sense why Senior Zhou chose to separate from them back then—she simply couldn't stomach their methods.”

“Sigh, if she hadn't resigned from the Immortal Alliance, perhaps she could have used her influence to challenge their extermination orders.”

Various voices continued the discussion, and through his eavesdropping, Li Fan began to piece together the history of the situation.

It came to light that five centuries ago, this Dharma-Transmitter Zhou had voluntarily resigned from the Dharma-Transmitter Council due to fundamental ideological conflicts with leaders like Jiang.

Though she had distanced herself from the core of the Alliance's power, her status as a Transmitter remained.

She still commanded wealth and resources that were beyond the reach of ordinary men.

The sanctuary where these survivors hid was actually Dharma-Transmitter Zhou’s private pocket dimension.

“No wonder the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance failed to find any trace of these survivors, despite scouring every corner of the land.”

“Against a Dharma-Transmitter’s private world, they would be completely helpless to interfere, even if they wanted to.”

Li Fan reflected for a moment, deciding not to alert his targets just yet.

While he had located the survivors, the presence of a Dharma-Transmitter-level figure forced him to proceed with caution.

Having previously suffered a setback because of Mo Rubin, Li Fan understood perfectly that anyone who had survived in the Xuanhuang Realm for over a millennium was a dangerous adversary.

This was especially true for those like the Dharma-Transmitters, who occupied the very peak of authority within the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.

"Still, if her character is truly as it seems..."

"Our goals might actually coincide. I could attempt to make a discreet connection first."

Based on his five-year investigation, Li Fan was nearly certain that Mo Rubin had escaped that day while carrying the Tianxuan Mirror.

This was evidenced not only by the Alliance's brutal crackdown afterward but also by the numerous glitches the Tianxuan Mirror had exhibited over the last five years.

Initially, the commerce system began to fail without explanation, causing discrepancies in the accounts of millions of cultivators.

Despite the outcry for answers, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance offered none, eventually choosing to shut down the commerce functions of the Tianxuan Mirror entirely.

Lately, fresh rumors had begun to spread. It was whispered that the residential spaces within the Tianxuan Mirror were also slated for abolition.

This news incited a wave of terror among the Alliance’s cultivators, who began desperately buying up every available cave dwelling in various provinces.

Real estate prices in typical prefectures had doubled in just three months, and even this isolated region of the Congyun Sea was feeling the pressure.

The situation in the four central prefectures was likely even more extreme.

Even though official Alliance channels issued swift denials, they had done the same before shutting down the trading functions. This only made the public more convinced that the rumors were true.

The cost of cave dwellings continued to climb with no sign of stopping.

"The Tianxuan Mirror's clone once claimed that upon escaping, it would leave a substitute body capable of managing most operations."

"It seems a mere replacement cannot truly match an authentic immortal artifact. As time passes, the flaws are becoming apparent."

Li Fan contemplated the situation in silence.

"Or perhaps the main body of the Tianxuan Mirror has suffered some damage, which is now affecting this copy?"

Li Fan quickly discarded that thought.

The Final Dissociation Disc within his own sea of consciousness remained perfectly functional and unaffected.

"Mo Rubin and the Tianxuan Mirror have essentially vanished from the Xuanhuang Realm over these five years, leaving no trail behind."

"I am not the only one searching; the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance is also hunting for them."

"And yet, they remain completely undetected."

A seed of suspicion took root in Li Fan's mind.

He began to wonder if they had managed to flee the Xuanhuang Realm entirely.

"Their objective is to locate Xuantian King."

"If they have already reached his sanctuary, that would explain their disappearance."

"Xuantian King has been missing for ages without being found. If he still lives, he must be hidden in a place of extreme secrecy."

Inside Li Fan’s mind, the Dao Deviation Stone crystal rotated rapidly, analyzing the data points he had collected over the past five years.

He was trying to find a single loose thread.

"Everything that exists leaves a mark. I don't believe you can stay hidden forever."

"If all else fails..."

A predatory light flickered in Li Fan's eyes.

The ghostly form of the Du’e Book manifested in the air before him, responding to his intent.

Past the countless shifting images, small orbs of iridescent light drifted. Within these orbs, a mysterious yellow fluid seemed to circulate slowly.

Sensing a threat, the Du’e Book began to flip its pages and transform at a frantic pace.

"Young friend, let's talk peacefully. Why must you bring out this killing intent again?"

A figure made of paper suddenly emerged from the Du’e Book. It cast a nervous glance at the colorful light orbs before offering cautious advice.

Li Fan gave a thin smile, choosing to ignore the entity.

The paper figure let out a weary sigh, his expression full of bitterness, as if he had grown accustomed to this routine.