My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1143: The Return of the Xuanhuang Stars
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
Li Fan sharply detected that Derivation Law Jade had already stirred to life some time ago.
Right then, she remained stretched out over the extended table, obviously faking her nap.
The trio of Dao Integration Guardians knew this full well, and their suggestion for Li Fan to rouse the young girl stemmed simply from his status as the fresh arrival.
Li Fan grasped Derivation Law Jade’s nature perfectly: playful, grudge-holding, and small-minded.
Whoever interrupted her downtime would definitely face a hostile glare.
As Guardians, their duty was limited to overseeing her. They held little real sway over Derivation Law Jade.
Whenever the young ancestor's mood soured, they had no choice but to soothe and pamper her.
Sensing the pair of divine senses locked onto him, Li Fan offered no objection.
Using the technique Elder Nangong had shown him before, he summoned the sealing force within this Derivation Law Space, summoning a bronze gong right above the little girl's crown.
With a forceful strike, he rang it.Clang!
Derivation Law Jade's frame trembled, and she snapped her head upward in a flash.
Immediately, her gaze zeroed in on Li Fan, the offender, her tiny features flushed with fury.
Li Fan gave a casual shrug, acting all blameless: “Your rest time has exceeded six hours. It’s time to get up and work.”
Derivation Law Jade kept her eyes wide and fixed on him, like he'd pulled off some heinous offense.
Li Fan held his serious look steady and pressed on: “Oh, and per the rules, the excess time will be deducted from your next vacation.”
He stopped for a beat, brushing his cheek: “Also, the time you’re spending staring at me counts.”
Li Fan appeared totally unaffected by Derivation Law Jade’s ongoing stare, almost daring her to continue.
The news of her upcoming break getting cut short hit Derivation Law Jade like a startled feline, hackles up.
Tears gathered in her big eyes, and she turned a pitiful gaze toward the other two Guardians.
Zhang Xu and his companions quickly averted their faces.
Meanwhile, Li Fan wore a soft grin, eyeing Derivation Law Jade like he was enjoying prime entertainment.
He went further by manifesting an hourglass to measure the ticking moments.
After a charged impasse, with grains mounting at the hourglass's base, Yanfa Jue at last gave in.
She hurled a sharp look at Li Fan and smacked her little palm against the table.
The light orbs etched with characters, which had slowed down a bit, suddenly surged forward in their transformations once more.
Li Fan’s grin stayed put.
For centuries in this place, the sole diversion had been prodding the young girl.
While Li Fan managed to slip in and bond more with Derivation Law Jade...
In another spot within the Great Qi, Holy Capital:
Following eight years of sweeping reforms, the Holy Dynasty's essence had evolved from blood-red to imperial violet.
Li Ping, in his clone form, had likewise progressed to the fourth layer of the “Heavenly Emperor Qi Classic” via diligent practice.
“By channeling the immense destiny of countless masses, I possess power enough to challenge a peak Soul Transformation expert from the Xuanhuang Realm.”
“Should I nurture this minor realm to its peak across a few additional decades, I could even match a Dao Integration powerhouse.”
“Yet pushing beyond that, to stand against a Longevity Immortal…”
The clone Li Ping gave a faint shake of his head.
“The Great Formation of Myriad Spirits of Heaven and Earth stands basically complete. Now is the moment to broaden our domain.”
At Li Ping's mental command, Sun Erlang and Wang Xuamba promptly materialized in his presence.
“We pay our respects to Master,” they chorused together, offering deep bows of deference.
With a casual flick of his wrist, the clone Li Ping summoned a stellar map aglow like a starlit canopy.
Every pale speck marked a Cave-Heaven or minor realm.
Great Qi's spot, though, shone with a divine purple radiance.
Sun Erlang stared at the chart, deep in contemplation.
As his divine sense probed the pale specks, details on those linked small worlds rushed into his thoughts.
“I’ve already laid out the Xuanhuang Realm’s present state for you,” Li Ping stated.
“At this stage, we haven’t clashed head-on with the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance or the Five Elders Association. Hence, our empire’s strategy for the coming century focuses on merging the might of diverse small worlds and stretching the Holy Dynasty’s borders.”
“A Federation Of All Worlds, countering Xuanhuang.”
The clone Li Ping didn’t dodge admitting the Great Qi Holy Dynasty’s current vulnerabilities. Rather, he sketched a dazzling prospect for his cherished pupils.
Sun Erlang and Wang Xuamba weren’t clueless about the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance. They were aware even of its top figures, like the Dharma-Transmitter and the Mirror-Holder.
Listening to the Heavenly Mandate Holy Emperor’s bold vision, Sun Erlang sensed no despair, no sense of futile resistance like moths to flame.
On the contrary, his veins thrummed with zeal, itching to charge ahead.
This stemmed not from Sun Erlang’s innocence but from beholding the Holy Dynasty’s miraculous shifts over those eight years. When weighed against his glimpses of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, he was convinced that the Holy Dynasty would one day crush the Alliance and claim the Xuanhuang Realm.
Across these eight years, the Great Qi Holy Dynasty’s populace had ballooned fivefold, while average life spans leaped from forty to seventy-three years.
The days of tyranny and subjugation were history; now all could learn and pursue Cultivation.
This outshone the ancient scrolls’ tales of Sage’s Governance by a hundredfold.
In the last eight years, Sun Erlang had covertly explored adjacent small worlds.
They mirrored the rotten Great Xuan Dynasty of old.
In certain areas, folks endured harsher fates than Great Xuan’s own people.
Sun Erlang saw it as a righteous quest to carry the Holy Dynasty’s splendor and the Holy Emperor’s benevolence to these crumbling small worlds.
So, at the Holy Emperor’s straightforward decree, an endless blaze of resolve kindled within Sun Erlang’s chest.
The Great Qi Holy Dynasty commanded nine legions now.
Every legion’s head had attained Nascent Soul in Cultivation.
As chief among these leaders, Sun Erlang, wielder of the Sitting Immortal Art, wielded might nearing the Soul Transformation stage.
Without the Holy Emperor’s caution that his base remained shaky and required more tempering, he might have already drawn in heaven and earth’s vital shifts for a leap forward.
Achieving Soul Transformation in just eight years—Sun Erlang deemed this pace staggering, even by Xuanhuang standards.
Xuanhuang’s famed geniuses couldn’t hold a candle to the legion heads serving beneath him.
…
The deeper his knowledge grew, the surer Sun Erlang felt of the Holy Dynasty’s destiny.
“You have one year to ready yourselves,” Li Ping announced.
“One year hence, the Holy Dynasty’s forces will march from the Holy Capital to seize the myriad worlds.”
With Li Ping’s grave words, the purple mark for the Xuanhuang Realm on the map abruptly sprouted endless violet strands. Like grasping limbs, they ensnared the thousands of small worlds across the Xuanhuang Realm.
They twisted into an immense web, blanketing the full Xuanhuang Realm chart.
Seeing this spectacle, Sun Erlang and Wang Xuamba caught their breaths, their pulses racing with thrill.
Swelled by this passion, Sun Erlang hurried off at once to rally the legion heads and scheme for the looming conflict.
Wang Xuamba lingered, however, charged with a covert task from the Holy Emperor.
“‘All Stars Return to Their Position’?” Wang Xuamba whispered, baffled by the operation’s title.
“First, head to the Congyun Sea and Yin Yin Island to seek a cultivator called Master Yin,” he echoed inwardly.