My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1052: Opportunity Lingers in the Nether Prison

Within the secluded small world of Dharma-Transmitter Zhou, nearly every inhabitant was a solitary survivor of a massacred clan. Individuals like You Chisong, whose lineage remained intact, were a rare exception.

The others were well aware of his history, knowing full well that You Chisong harbored a deep-seated desire to see his entire family dragged into the grave alongside him.

Nevertheless, because the group’s survival was at stake, Dharma-Transmitter Zhou’s loyalists maintained a level of suspicion toward him.

This wariness manifested in several ways: You Chisong was kept under constant surveillance and was strictly forbidden from being alone. Lacking the secret technique to trigger the gateway to the private small world, he required an escort for every arrival and departure. All high-stakes assignments were kept out of his reach. Initially, he was only permitted to handle the most menial and unimportant chores...

Despite facing such blatant discrimination, You Chisong displayed no hints of bitterness.

He performed his duties with tireless dedication, never uttering a single grievance.

As his consistent behavior was observed by everyone, the coldness of their attitude eventually began to thaw.

The day finally arrived when he was granted the opportunity to join a legitimate organizational mission.

“The objective of this operation is to breach the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance’s [Nether Prison] and liberate a senior figure held captive in its lowest depths.”

“This senior once held the rank of Dharma-Transmitter. However, his rigid and uncompromising nature earned him many enemies among the other Dharma-Transmitters. Five centuries ago, following Senior Zhou’s departure from the Dharma-Transmitter Council, he was targeted by opportunists and incarcerated within the Nether Prison.”

“The Immortal Alliance’s Nether Prison is hidden within the spatial rifts of the Central Four Prefecture. It serves as a cage for the most notorious villains in the Alliance’s history. Often, these prisoners are spared from execution due to unique circumstances or their remaining utility to the Alliance, resulting in their perpetual suppression and guard.”

“While the [Nether Prison] is heavily defended, Senior Zhou has secured an internal contact. Our task is simply to impersonate cultivators from the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance headquarters, present a forged transfer decree, and lead the target out.”

“Because many features of the Tianxuan Mirror are currently compromised, the link between the [Nether Prison] and the Alliance’s main hub has been disrupted. We must exploit this fleeting opportunity before a new system of communication verification is put in place.”

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When the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance moves inmates from the [Nether Prison] for questioning, they typically utilize three squads of ten cultivators, moving in a synchronized formation.

You Chisong was appointed to the mission team and received instruction on his specific duties and the intricacies of the authentic escort formation.

By the time the sun reached its peak, the group had successfully assumed their disguises.

“The environment of the Nether Prison is highly specific. Senior Zhou is unable to attend in person, so the burden falls upon us.”

“This is a grueling task with a high risk of failure. Every person here must be prepared to give their life. Should our cover be blown or things go south, you must immediately activate the soul-restriction in your Dantian and mind to prevent soul-searching. It is better to have your body and soul extinguished than to allow the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance to seize even a shred of our secrets!”

“If any of you feel hesitation or fear, you are free to step down now.”

A heavy silence followed, and not a single person spoke up.

With that, the strategy was finalized.

Once the operation commenced, they would depart the small world stripped of all personal identification. Li Fan would lose all sensory connection to the group.

However, from the moment he began his surveillance, Li Fan had already infiltrated the You family and secured a drop of You Chisong’s natal essence blood.

Utilizing bloodline resonance, Li Fan was able to maintain a faint tracking lock on You Chisong’s coordinates.

He followed them stealthily from the shadows.

The thirty-man squad was draped in black robes that Li Fan recognized instantly. Even the chilling, murderous aura they projected was a perfect match for the orthodox black-robed enforcers of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.

“Dharma-Transmitter Zhou certainly possesses impressive resources.”

Tracing their path, they reached a profound canyon located at the boundary of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance’s central four prefectures.

Thick white mists swirled through the air, masking the canyon floor from view.

The lead black-robed cultivator produced a jade seal, emitting a pillar of white light that pierced the depths of the valley.

The blanket of clouds split down the middle, and the squad entered the opening without delay, descending one by one.

Li Fan refrained from following them inside, choosing instead to watch from a distance.

From the heart of the valley—from the place known as the Nether Prison—Li Fan could sense a faint, menacing presence.

His intent was not to participate in a jailbreak. He merely needed to wait on the periphery for their return.

The mission appeared to be going remarkably well.

Half a day later, the sealed clouds parted once more.

The thirty-cultivator team emerged from the mist, surrounding a white-haired old man held in their center.

Initially, their departure seemed orderly.

Soon, however, their flight speed accelerated rapidly.

“The moment we are clear of the rift’s gravitational pull, open the gateway to the small world immediately!”

The lead cultivator sent an urgent voice transmission, struggling to hide his inner fervor.

In contrast, the rescued white-haired Transmitter showed no sign of joy at his liberation.

He kept his eyes firmly shut, appearing indifferent to his surroundings.

With time running out, the group could not stop for pleasantries. They simply hurried the white-haired elder along, fleeing down the path with desperate speed.

As they finally reached a secure zone and prepared the incantation to open the small world portal,

“Who goes there?”

The leader’s eyes suddenly locked onto Li Fan’s hiding spot, and he let out a sharp, thunderous shout.

Simultaneously, a flash of white sword light lunged toward Li Fan.

His comrades acted in perfect unison, unleashing their full Cultivation without holding back. Blinding Qi flooded the area as a barrage of spells and secret techniques rained down on Li Fan.

To their horror, however, every single attack was neutralized like clay oxen sinking into the ocean, vanishing the moment they reached their target.

Not even a single ripple of energy remained.

“Who are you, exactly?” the lead black-robed cultivator asked, his face darkening with gravity.

Li Fan slowly manifested his form, paying the man no mind.

Instead, he focused his gaze on the white-haired elder and spoke clearly: “Senior, do not be misled by these individuals. They are merely posing as Dharma-Transmitter Zhou’s followers, orchestrating this rescue from the Nether Prison solely to win your confidence.”

“The true Dharma-Transmitter Zhou passed away long ago!”

The dozens of cultivators guarding the elder began to shake violently upon hearing Li Fan’s revelation.

The lethal aura they had been projecting crumbled, replaced by a sense of chaotic panic.

“You...” The leader was unable to mask his bewilderment.

He quickly composed himself, turning to the white-haired elder in a frantic attempt to justify himself.

“Senior, do not listen to this stranger’s lies! I possess Senior Zhou’s personal token right here!” As he spoke, he pulled out a red knotted cord as a testament to his identity.

Watching the conflict between the two parties, the white-haired elder finally opened his eyes.

He glanced briefly at the red cord and let out a dismissive snort. “A token, you say...”

“Such amateurish deceptions; this isn't the first time your lot has tried this. Did you truly think I would be fooled?”

“If this were actually Zhou’s doing, why wouldn't she show her face here in person?”

The lead black-robed cultivator was struck dumb by the elder’s unexpected logic.

The white-haired elder then scrutinized Li Fan, eventually shaking his head. “And you, young man, do not strike me as an honest soul either.”

“Zhou would never, under any circumstances, take someone like you into her service...”

The white-haired elder mused aloud, “So, are both sides merely frauds?”