My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1123: Myriad Spirits Subduing True Immortal

Regarding the Nether Prison, following that massive breakout event, it had devolved into a mere empty label.

Once the relocation of the leftover inmates wrapped up, the portal to the Nether Prison stood fully exposed. Consequently, it was left to rot.

Days dragged on leisurely, with not a single soul returning to the place. It felt like the entire realm had wiped it from existence.

After some indefinite span, Li Fan's form gradually emerged.

"Locked away in the Nether Prison's deepest core, I couldn't even glimpse the features distinctly."

"The relocation demanded three Dharma-Transmitters to show up in person..."

"Fascinating."

Rather than bolting off with the horde of freed cultivators, Li Fan concealed himself straight at the gateway. His intent was to probe the entity confined in the Nether Prison's uttermost depths, an area he'd been barred from nearing throughout those three years.

It wasn't the profound setup in the lowest layer that Li Fan couldn't shatter, but the trio of Dao Integration Immortal Sages overseeing it who collaborated to maintain control.

They appeared dedicated purely to holding down that solitary captive. Even as the upper sections of the Nether Prison crumbled and hordes of brutal offenders broke free, these guardians stayed rooted, never stepping out to intervene.

When the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance's rescue squad showed up and kicked off the relocation, Li Fan at last snatched a fuzzy look at that inmate. A vague sense of recognition stirred within him.

Yet, veiled by mystical techniques, full verification eluded him.

"Prior to finishing the Myriad Spirits Great Formation, it's wise not to kick up extra chaos."

"I'll dig into it fully come the next lifetime."

"For now, the best move is to lie low and witness the realm flip on its head!"

Li Fan stared off toward the far-off skyline, seemingly able to envision the Myriad Spirits Great Formation igniting over more than a thousand mortal domains.

The Heaven and Earth Myriad Spirits Great Formation unveiled to those brutal inmates wasn't its true full title.

This array stemmed from the Final Dissociation Disc's derivations across three years. It marked the pinnacle of what the Dissociation Disc could craft in its present form.

Drawing from the earlier Myriad Spirits Great Formation that spanned the Spiritwood Realm, the Empire, and the Beast Realm as its base model, it had advanced into a staggering world-altering setup.

Its complete designation was [Heaven and Earth Myriad Spirits, All Beings Refine the Spirits].

The core role of this formation—and the exact reason Li Fan had schemed so hard to liberate the Nether Prison captives and enlist them in his cause—lay captured in those four terms: [All Beings Refine Spirits].

It operated on a principle akin to the All Beings Refine Spirits Formation that Song Hesong from Ningyuan City had deployed against Senior Brother Zhang in the Fallen Immortal Realm.

The array's destructive force drew from the will of heaven and earth myriad spirits alongside the myriad of living souls.

But in Li Fan's upgraded iteration... It surged with power hundreds of billions of times greater. Since the resources it devoured had ballooned by hundreds of billions of times.

Back then, Song Hesong, harnessing the essence of a single city's populace, had almost cornered Senior Brother Zhang, pushing him to expose the enigma of the Purple Core's eternal life.

Yet Li Fan, tapping into over a thousand minor worlds and trillions of existences across the Xuanhuang Realm, sought merely to stall the Faceless True Immortal for a brief instant.

Since the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance obliterated the Spiritwood Realm, Li Fan had spent those three years tucked away in the Nether Prison, endlessly pondering and dissecting the ultimate realm-ending scheme.

After all, this marked his initial showdown with True Immortal might. Even if it involved channeling power against power and observing celestial clashes from a distance, perils loomed without end.

These two stood as authentic immortals who had surpassed the mortal coil. Far from the obstinate Foundation Establishment practitioners.

If scheming against them proved so straightforward, how could they merit the title of True Immortal?

A single misstep would plunge him into irreversible doom amid ceaseless disasters.

Particularly after enduring the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance's assault, which unveiled a surprise ace and erased the Spiritwood Realm outright, Li Fan grew exceedingly wary about the realm-ending blueprint.

He factored in every conceivable twist. In doing so, he spotted an oversight from his prior presumptions.

In Li Fan's initial outline, he planned to first summon the Immortal Ruins Immortal's strength, then leverage that otherworldly might beyond mortal bounds to trigger a response from the Faceless True Immortal.

Indeed, creatures invariably respond on instinct to perils endangering them.

Within the simulations and forecasts, the Faceless True Immortal and the Immortal Ruins Immortal ought to detect one another first and clash, overlooking Li Fan as the real architect of the ploy.

But that held true only in perfect conditions. What if, upon reaching immortality, their reasoning diverged from mortal ways?

Or, should they detect the aura of [Truth] clinging to Li Fan. Rather than zeroing in on their rival of equal might, they zeroed in on Li Fan ahead?

Without safeguards, and if a True Immortal fixated on him then, he might lack the seconds to dash to the Dark Realm or trigger [Truth] by force.

The deeper he delved, the more Li Fan lost his appetite and restful nights.

Ultimately, he resolved that he must secure at least a way to seize that narrow window of time.

And the [Heaven and Earth Myriad Spirits, All Beings Refining Spirits] Great Formation emerged as the Dissociation Disc's ultimate solution.

The divide between cultivators and mortals, or True Immortals and cultivators, yawned like an unbridgeable abyss.

Yet when numbers swelled to extremes, they could spark a horrifying shift in essence.

"Even a True Immortal, submerged in the boundless ocean of minds from trillions of souls, would inevitably falter for a heartbeat."

"That split-second stupor it grants me is my sole shot at enduring."

A True Immortal's might could indeed shatter Xuanhuang in a flash.

Still, if events unfolded per Li Fan's foresight, upon pinpointing him, the True Immortal wouldn't simply obliterate the Xuanhuang Realm to snag this scheming insect lurking in obscurity.

This would hand Li Fan the vulnerability to seize.

"Heh, more than a thousand mortal domains, the mental essence of endless lives."

"Such an immense force. And yet, across all my trials, it barely holds them back for a single moment."

"This overwhelming gap in prowess..."

"It stirs a true longing."

Li Fan linked his hands at his back and went quiet.

Bound by the Faceless True Immortal's dominance, those savage inmates would no doubt erect the grand array without resistance.

Li Fan felt no concern over that aspect.

And with the grand array finished, it would slip beyond their grasp.

"The moment the All Beings Refining Spirits Formation activates will herald Xuanhuang's doom."

"It's drawing close, inside a single year."

In this span, Li Fan merely had to endure with patience. As the world's closing chapter neared, he still needed to settle a few dangling threads.

He headed first to Tianling Prefecture, toward the spot once held by the Five Elements Great Cave-Heaven.

Since Li Fan consumed the Five Elements Cave-Heaven, cultivated over untold eras, a fresh Five Elements Cave-Heaven had started shaping in this shapeless expanse dubbed [Root of Heaven and Earth].

Nevertheless, this evolution crawled at a glacial pace. Just recently had the Cave-Heaven's nascent outline started to emerge faintly.

Li Fan wandered the emptiness, channeling the False Misconversion Heavenly Dao Divine Ability to sense the laws of heaven and earth.

Detecting the pulse akin to a heartbeat's throb, Li Fan's eyes tightened a bit, vigilantly anticipating the cue from [Truth].

And from this inborn divine relic of his, Li Fan dimly picked up a strand of discontent.