My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1096: Legend of Creation

"This power of darkness could truly assist in our escape from the Immortal Ruins. Yet that relies on our ability to harness it without peril."

"If not..."

Li Fan's face grew solemn as he added: "Should this darkness corrupt the world, the result would probably prove just as dire as plunging into the Immortal Ruins."

While the pair conversed, the shadowy force that had claimed half of Mo Rubin's form abruptly surged outward once more, seemingly fueled by an unseen energy.

It almost swallowed the whole body whole.

Oddly enough, the steady throbbing coming from within persisted without interruption.

In fact, it became even more distinct than earlier.

Resembling the throb of a pulse, it reverberated across this barren expanse of shadow. Such a phenomenon ignited an intensifying dread within Li Fan's chest.

The Dharma-Transmitters among them detected the irregularity as well.

They promptly commanded a temporary retreat.

Once they had pulled back a fair way, the sharp anxiety gnawing at Li Fan's mind began to subside gradually.

"I propose we seal this Desolate Land entirely. Until we uncover the essence of this power of darkness, avoid drawing near Mo Rubin's remains casually."

"Upon my return, I'll relay this finding to the Federation without delay. Should any updates arise, I'll notify you right away."

Observing Li Fan's wariness, Dharma-Transmitter Zhou outwardly consented with a nod, yet deep down she brushed it aside.

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need for such excessive worry. No matter what, the trait of this power of darkness repelling the Immortal Ruins remains unchanged. It guarantees no intrusion into the Xuanhuang Realm."

Li Fan merely shook his head in response, holding his tongue.

With Mo Rubin's demise, Li Fan saw no purpose in staying longer.

Although the path of revenge concluded in an underwhelming fashion, unearthing this power of darkness carried immense importance.

After parting ways with the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance's members, Li Fan hurriedly assembled the key leaders from the Federation of All Worlds and detailed his ordeal in the Dark Desolate Land.

"The power of darkness..."

Daoist Hundred Flowers broke the silence first.

As someone who endured from antiquity, Hundred Flowers possessed moderate power, but her wisdom spanned boundless depths.

"I vaguely remember a comrade from those days alluding to something akin."

"He had glimpsed from a distance his native land tumbling into the Immortal Ruins: everything dissolving, twisting into an eerie, warped circle of phantom glow."

"From what he described, as the cultivation world fully submerged into the Immortal Ruins, a colossal wave of substance burst forth in the reverse path."

"Invisible to both sight and spiritual awareness, he was merely brushed by it and suffered severe wounds on the spot. Even after healing, he transformed into a monstrous hybrid, neither alive nor spectral."

Staring at the horrifying depiction painted by Daoist Hundred Flowers—a cultivator's visage scarred with squirming black chasms—the assembly couldn't help but fall into heavy silence.

Artisan Master Qiaogong appeared to recollect a detail too: "When the Immortal Ruins' influence first shrouded the [Ancestor], we held firm belief in enduring the disaster."

"For the Ancestor's lingering form back then boasted enough might to resist the Immortal Ruins' tug. However, the Immortal Ruins' attraction intensified relentlessly thereafter..."

Master Qiaogong's features brightened with abrupt insight: "The Ancestor's vitality diminishing steadily was the core issue! As though a vital component kept draining out, leading to the progressive rot of the Ancestor's frame."

"Back then, the assorted Elders were completely perplexed. Ultimately, they chalked it up to the Immortal Ruins' unstoppable force."

"Looking back now, that missing piece was undoubtedly this power of darkness."

Listening to their words, Li Fan reflected: "So you're saying the power of darkness forms an integral aspect of the cultivators' cultivation framework. Merely, its essence opposes the Immortal Ruins' draw inherently, causing it to be wrenched free as we neared the Immortal Ruins."

"In other cultivation realms, the power of darkness would separate likewise. Yet in the Xuanhuang Realm, for reasons unknown, it gathered at a single point. Staying tethered to the Xuanhuang Realm."

"Should the Xuanhuang Realm one day shatter free from the Immortal Ruins, the power of darkness ought to merge back with the Xuanhuang world's countless entities."

Having absorbed Li Fan's reasoning, Master Qiaogong and Daoist Hundred Flowers nodded in unison.

Just then, Liu Ruchen of the Medicine King Sect interjected: "Though I've never beheld this so-called power of darkness firsthand, I once encountered a myth in an old scroll."

"It's a story passed down through human lineages, concerning humanity's beginnings."

"At the start, no humans graced the world, nor did diverse cultivation domains exist. Amid utter void, a handful of mighty entities roamed. Eventually, one tired of the emptiness and sacrificed part of itself to forge and unveil realm upon realm."

"Bit by bit, the emptiness filled up. The other entities grew captivated by these odd, vibrant novel worlds and started to follow suit. Modeling after themselves, they birthed myriad varied peoples."

"Humanity's forebears were the pioneer who shaped the infinite realms."

This tale clearly struck the group as fresh, holding their focus tight.

"Though the cosmos grew vibrant, these supreme beings soon noted a flaw. Every life they spawned lacked their own eternal durability. A boundary known as lifespan confined them."

"The vibrancy proved fleeting; the realms soon lapsed into quietude. Sporadic crafting for diversion sufficed, but endless repetition turned laborious."

"Thus, the supreme beings waned in fascination with their handiworks."

"Except for one outlier. He refused to witness his creations fade away, so he vanquished his peers and siphoned strength from one, bestowing it upon every life across the realms."

"In that moment, worldly beings acquired the gift of propagation."

Liu Ruchen halted there.

The listeners hung on every word, their gazes pressing him onward.

Liu Ruchen gave a casual shrug: "That's the extent of it."

"It's merely a paean to the divine benefactors for the boon of genesis."

"I link it to the power of darkness because we might glean clues from it to probe the impacts of its absence or presence on us cultivators."

"If this shadowy force was innate to our forms and merely coalesced with the Immortal Ruins' advent, doesn't that imply we presently..."

"Lack wholeness?"

"In what ways do we differ from the cultivators of the era before the Immortal Ruins emerged?"

At these words, Master Qiaogong's countenance shifted subtly.

"I suspected as much; since the Immortal Ruins Calamity struck, my insights and ingenuity have paled compared to former days."

"Might this be the culprit?"