My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1144: Witnessing Across the Ages

“After finding Master Yin, convince him and escort him back to the Great Qi Dynasty.”

Gazing at the concise order made up of just a handful of words, Wang Xuanba couldn’t resist rubbing his head in confusion.

Even though he didn’t grasp the full implications of those words, that didn’t prevent him from trusting them utterly.

With a deep rumble, the darkness under his feet started to squirm and coil. In no time, a duplicate of Wang Xuanba emerged from within it.

This power had awakened in him after merging with and devouring the alien beast [Shadowlike].

The shadow duplicate held half the power of the real body, and should it perish, the main form would suffer no damage at all.

For a mission involving some danger, it served as the ideal stand-in.

Thinking that, Wang Xuanba’s shadow morphed into a shadowy, coiling serpent dragon and disappeared into the heavens.

Over ten days passed before he at last pinpointed the spot of Yin Yin Island.

He shouted a few times, yet received no reply. Stepping into the structure, he encountered a horde of bizarre and hideous beings, each one more unsettling than the previous. The view caused his scalp to tingle.

“These creatures are even more disgusting than the alien beast I merged with…”

venturing further in, he at last spotted the person he sought—positioned in front of a clear enclosure.

“Sir, my master wants to request your presence for a discussion,” Wang Xuanba stated evenly, showing no servility or arrogance.

Master Yin offered zero reaction.

Wang Xuanba said it again a number of times, but the figure stayed still.

Observing this, Wang Xuanba chose to deliver the message as directed by the Holy Emperor.

“Sir, are you interested in learning who devised the Immortal-Mortal Miasma?”

Master Yin’s frame shook. Gradually, his stare moved from his test subjects and landed on Wang Xuanba.

“What was that you said…?”

His layered voice resounded strangely, forcing Wang Xuanba to gulp.

Nevertheless, he mustered his bravery and restated his line.

Before the other could react, he pressed on, “Sir, do you want to discover the path to refine the ‘Foundation Built Upon Oneself’ technique?”

Master Yin’s previously bent posture slowly uncurled.

He locked his piercing gaze on Wang Xuanba, a menacing spark igniting in them. “Who are you, really?”

Wang Xuanba gave a light laugh. “I’m just a courier. If you seek the truths, then follow me.”

“Show me the path.”

To Wang Xuanba’s astonishment, Master Yin consented right away.

Behind him, thick mist poured from the enclosure, accompanied by the cries of a few mortals that soon died out.

Wang Xuanba grew alert and hastily agreed.

“Oh, my master also told me to mention that you shouldn’t overlook that rib bone—take it with you.”

Master Yin’s gaze turned icy, his intent to kill almost spilling over.

Yet, seeing Wang Xuanba’s unafraid attitude, he suppressed the deadly impulse.

After patting himself down, he uncovered nothing.

Eventually, he located the rib bone in the lair of a tiny canine with a human-like forelimb.

Shoving the beast away with his foot, Master Yin indicated they were ready to depart.

Wang Xuanba soared in front to lead, navigating through the array-hidden portal to a minor realm and heading back to the Great Qi Dynasty.

The abundant spiritual energy in this domain caught Immortal Master Yin off guard a bit, but quickly his focus shifted to the massive tower in the Holy Capital City.

He detected a tremendously potent aura dwelling inside.

In short order, Master Yin faced Li Ping, the Faceless Holy Emperor.

“Fellow Daoist, what’s the purpose of drawing me here with all this scheming?”

Master Yin’s face held clear displeasure.

“Not much. I’ve admired your skills for ages, nothing more.” Perched atop the Holy Emperor’s Throne, Li Ping gazed down and remarked softly.

“What do you think of this technique?”

Before Master Yin could answer, Li Ping tapped his fingers gently.

A sheet of radiance spread out in front of him.

Initially, Master Yin displayed scant curiosity, but as his eyes swept over the material inside, his look grew grave at once.

The grave look on his face swiftly shifted to astonishment.

“This…”

He inspected it over and over before lifting his eyes to the clone, Li Ping, filled with incredulity.

“I’ve heard you hold a rib bone of immense worth, sir?” Clone Li Ping skipped any more details and posed a different query.

Elder Yin inclined his head. “Yes. It belongs to the initial cultivator in this world afflicted by the Immortal-Mortal Miasma.”

“Could I examine it?”

Master Yin paused briefly, yet ultimately passed it to Li Ping.

Li Ping grasped the rib bone, sinking into profound recollection.

Following a lengthy exhale, his features revealed a hint of grief and sadness.

He handed the bone back to Master Yin then.

Li Ping’s actions stirred unease and questions in Master Yin.

“You…”

“Seeing an old acquaintance once more, only to see him fallen so low. I simply felt a stir of feeling, sir. No offense meant.”

Li Ping’s statement hit Master Yin’s ears like a bolt from the blue.

“What? Old acquaintance?”

His gaze brimmed with doubt as he stared intently at Li Ping.

Li Ping stayed composed, his voice deep and subdued. “Heh… besides me, who in this world still recalls him?”

“The Great Xuanhuang Celestial Venerable… a truly flawless entity. Su Bai… Mr. Bai…”

As he uttered the words, a ghostly form materialized in front of Master Yin.

Immediately, the vision captured Master Yin’s full focus.

The figure in the apparition was so impeccable in looks that no flaw marred his form.

His eyes held warmth and fondness. Though the projection was faint, locking eyes with him touched the depths of one’s spirit.

Master Yin gazed in a daze for quite a while.

Then, thinking back to Li Ping’s statement, his form quaked fiercely as understanding hit. “What did you say? The Great Xuanhuang Celestial Venerable?”

He instinctively clutched the rib bone tighter, as if thunderstruck.

His stare turned vacant, and he whispered to himself. “To challenge Heaven’s decree… to challenge Heaven’s decree…”

“The Immortal-Mortal Miasma… Dual Heavenly Sovereigns…”

“How is this feasible?”

…

Master Yin stumbled, slumping powerlessly onto the floor.

It seemed like he had endured a massive strike. His whole self appeared adrift, aimless, and drowned in hopelessness.

Li Ping lingered calmly until Master Yin gradually recovered his poise from the jolt.

Only then did he continue, disclosing his actual purpose.

“Before us lies the road to immortality, but it remains blocked by the towering figure of the Dharma-Transmitting Immortal Ancestor.”

“Sir, will you join me in realizing Mr. Bai’s unfinished dream—to employ the New Foundation Method to demolish the core of the Immortal Ancestor, and rescue Xuanhuang from doom?”

Li Ping stepped down from the throne, approached Master Yin, and aided him to his feet with grave respect as he declared earnestly.

Master Yin swiftly comprehended what Li Ping meant.

“You’re saying… this impeccable ‘Foundation Built Upon Oneself Method’ was devised by him?” Master Yin’s tone quivered a touch.

Li Ping affirmed with a nod, heaving a sigh. “Yes. In the whole Xuanhuang Realm, who else but him could boast such genius and perception?”

Master Yin’s spirit stirred even more profoundly.

“Yes… yes…” he echoed softly.

Gazing again at the luminous text on the light display, Master Yin sensed as if he pierced through eras—his eyes connecting with Mr. Bai’s over countless years.

“My ideas and insights… they truly match his, even separated by millennia?”

“And yet… he outshines me in all aspects…”

…

Li Ping observed the utterly captivated Master Yin and realized the scheme had worked.