My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1113: Sole Body Hidden in the Nether Prison
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
Yet Li Fan held firm confidence that the Immortal Ancestor and Rebirth wouldn't be able to trace his whereabouts; discovery was out of the question.
Beyond that, the True Immortal Puppet boasted innumerable hiding arrays, crafted with such complexity that they subtly outmatched even the Great Reversal of Life and Death Formation.
Within this realm, no one had ever set foot in that icy Sea of Death.
Nevertheless, the remnants of the True Immortal managed to pinpoint its exact position with precision.
This single detail sufficed to stir deep suspicion and wariness in Rebirth.
"Logically speaking, his focus ought to fall on potential old connections from recent times."
"Should he decide to probe into my affairs, he'll find no clear path to follow."
"The sole vulnerability lies in how the True Immortal Puppet shifted using the power of darkness."
"As for the Dark Realm, apart from the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, I'm the only one from the Federation of All Worlds who's ever gone there..."
This realization sent an involuntary shiver racing through Li Fan's core.
At the Immortal Ancestor's tier, decisions demanded no proof whatsoever.
A mere hint of potential was all it took for him to commit fully.
"Having just assessed it, across the whole Xuanhuang Realm, few factions possess the capability for such a feat. Thus, from their viewpoint, rooting out every suspect would squash the threat before it blooms..."
"It might appear a bit overreaching, yet that's the mark of true dominance."
With these notions swirling, Li Fan's pulse surged in sudden alarm.
He reached a swift resolve without delay.
Every protective array in the Spiritwood Realm roared to life at maximum strength.
Cultivators throughout the Federation of All Worlds stood ready for combat at a moment's notice.
He called together key figures from the Heavenly Mechanism Realm, Medicine King Sect, Empire Small World, and beyond, laying out the dire circumstances plainly.
Qiaogong, Liu Ruchen, and the others betrayed subtle shifts in their looks.
"This feels excessively harsh, doesn't it? Just because we possess the might to fell a Dharma-Transmitter, and with the perpetrator elusive, they'll eradicate us entirely?"
"Isn't the Superior Emissary viewing this too gloomily? Surely the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance wouldn't resort to such rash measures?"
The group buzzed with fervent debate, yet at the sight of Li Fan's face growing ever more somber, silence fell over them in an instant.
"By consulting the True Immortal of Salvation and Mortal Compassion for safeguarding, I've essentially verified this threat."
"Cast aside any hesitation; ready yourselves ahead of time. In the fight ahead, yielding isn't an option."
Li Fan declared in a frosty tone.
His words drained the color from everyone's features.
"Our sole shot at enduring lies in mounting a fierce enough defense."
"They're descending to retaliate for those three Dharma-Transmitters, but should we inflict losses far beyond just their demise..."
"That would give them true pause." Li Fan pressed on to rally their spirits.
"Though the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance wields immense power, it can't rally its full might against us."
"Plus, the battlefield favors us greatly. The Spiritwood Realm stands as an unbreachable fortress, layered with endless arrays and reinforced by the Heavenly Mechanism Realm's wards."
"On top of that, we can harness the Dark Realm's might, unleashing the vast tide of darkness for a surprise onslaught against our foes..."
Li Fan proclaimed with assurance: "If we endure the opening barrage's savage intensity, victory over this ordeal awaits us."
Despite Li Fan's assurances, not a trace of hope lit the assembly's faces.
They departed with burdened souls to orchestrate the war preparations.
The Spiritwood Realm lay utterly locked down; escape was impossible even for those tempted to flee.
Battle unto death was their only path.
Regarding Li Fan himself...
Deep in a hidden underground vault.
A Holy Embryo mirroring Li Fan's form was hastily taking shape.
Having compelled the Holy Embryo's ascent to Nascent Soul stage through the True Immortal of Compassion's sacred might.
The Holy Embryo departed the vault and merged with the Tianyang Battle Puppet.
Meanwhile, the real Li Fan...
Carrying no possessions, he slipped away from the Spiritwood Realm in utter secrecy, evading all detection.
Aware that the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance's assault on the Spiritwood Realm loomed, why would Li Fan risk his True Body in a fatal clash?
To him, entities like the Federation of All Worlds, the Spiritwood Realm, the Heavenly Mechanism, the Medicine King...
All amounted to disposable assets, readily cast aside when needed.
His personal survival took absolute priority.
Provided he safeguarded his existence and rode out the tempest.
When the Immortal Ancestor and Rebirth eventually eased their vigilance later on, he would trigger the cataclysmic scheme for world-ending chaos.
Upon true restoration, every loss from before would return firmly to his grasp.
Thanks to Li Fan's masterful stealth techniques, his rapid departure from the Spiritwood Realm left no trace for anyone to uncover from beginning to end.
For his future sanctuary, Li Fan had long mapped it precisely.
"The classic hiding spot right under their noses: danger's heart becomes the ultimate haven."
Soon enough, he reached his chosen refuge.
It was the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance's Nether Prison, from which he had once freed the Dharma-Transmitter Wei.
"Heh heh, am I stepping right into my own snare here?"
Li Fan let out a self-deriding laugh.
"Still, this vaunted Nether Prison's web can't ensnare me."
After a thorough scan, Li Fan dismantled the array guarding the Nether Prison's gateway.
Shifting into a faint shadowy wisp, he infiltrated without a whisper.
Darkness enveloped the vista ahead abruptly.
It echoed the Dark Realm in vibe.
No sky or ground in sight; boundless gloom stretched everywhere.
Unlike the Dark Realm's total void, however, subtle lights flickered here.
At minimum, one's divine sense could vaguely sense the path, staving off total lost bearings.
Amid the inky void rose massive prison spires, functioning as confining cells.
Each seemed to imprison a subdued captive.
The spires' exteriors swirled with visions of horrifying torments nonstop.
The Nether Prison's overseers were nightmarish beasts forged from unidentified black fog, drifting through the void.
Countless in number, they outnumbered the spires several-fold.
From time to time, they unleashed guttural howls and plunged into the prisoner-holding pillars.
Soon, muffled wails of suffering reverberated ceaselessly from the enclosures.
Having inflicted prolonged agony, the black fog creatures at last pulled back from the spires, appearing sated.
Such horrors repeated eternally across the Nether Prison, seemingly without cessation.
...
Li Fan observed this infernal display with steady composure.
Upon scrutinizing a single prison spire's makeup and verifying its array-based construction, a glint sparked in his gaze.
In a flash, he shattered its barrier.
Selecting a vacant one nearby, he stepped inside of his own accord.
"Quite suitable."
Within the obsidian spire, Li Fan surveyed his confines and noted the interior's relative illumination compared to the exterior.
Occasional blasts from punitive arrays descended as ongoing punishment.
Of course, none could touch Li Fan.
"They might scour the Xuanhuang Realm from top to bottom and never dream of searching here for me."
"The moment they dismiss me from their thoughts, that's when I'll reemerge."
Li Fan made himself at ease in the Nether Prison, as if reclaiming a familiar abode.
For him, the Spiritwood Realm and the Nether Prison differed in no fundamental way.