My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1149: Annihilation Destroys the Festering Sore

The Qingxuan Army had been stationed at the Chizha Abyss for an exceedingly long time.

Many were born in this place and remained until their final moments, never venturing beyond.

Kin, companions.

All their familiar world bloomed and faded away inside the Eternal Immortal Fortress.

Most members of the Qingxuan Army had only learned of the Xuanhuang Realm's splendor, the very land they defended, through tales in the Tianxuan Mirror.

They had never beheld it personally.

The horrifying nature of the Chizha Abyss rendered any dream of departure utterly impossible for them.

However, things had changed now…

Li Fan's arrival ignited a spark of hope in their otherwise desolate existence.

"If these two lords unite their powers, they could indeed put an end to the demonic sound for good…"

Cheers exploded from the Qingxuan Army, their gazes brimming with anticipation as they stared fixedly at Li Fan and Shang Shaojun positioned beyond the abyss's edge.

"Nothing is more heartless than offering hope only to crush it," Shang Shaojun remarked with a soft sigh, casting a look back at the faces of his followers.

"I consented to your plea due to the pressing circumstances. Truthfully, though, I hold little faith in success," he sent via transmission.

"The core issue of the Chizha Abyss goes beyond mere demonic sound. Were that all, a single Dharma-Transmitter from the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance could swiftly contain it. The real worry for the Immortal Alliance's leaders lies in the corrupted Dao of world annihilation rising from the abyss's profound depths."

"It's akin to a festering gash. Probing it would release foul discharge, letting it seep out and corrupt the entire Xuanhuang Realm…"

Out of options, Shang Shaojun disclosed the reason behind the Immortal Alliance's decision to simply watch over the abyss instead of rooting out the danger completely.

"The demonic sound serves as just a surface effect. To quiet it permanently, you need to not only stifle the noise but also mend the injury."

Shang Shaojun aimed for his revelation to deter Li Fan from pulling him down into the abyss's depths.

Yet, unexpectedly, Li Fan displayed no hint of shock upon absorbing the details, behaving as though the Chizha Abyss's secrets were already familiar to him.

He even offered a subtle smile in response, adding, "The demonic sound acts as a symptom, and the wound…"

"Serves as a symptom too."

"The Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao revolves in eternal cycles of birth and ruin. A typical worldly injury would mend in no more than a hundred years. But the Chizha Abyss has persisted for centuries, showing no relief and only intensifying. Doesn't that stir your interest, Young Lord?"

Shang Shaojun went still at these words.

"You..."

His look toward Li Fan carried a mix of doubt.

He had initially viewed Li Fan as a formidable cultivator driven by noble fervor, yet now it appeared otherwise...

"My background doesn't matter; the key is you, Young Lord," Li Fan stated.

"Aren't you intrigued by the mysteries of the White Mist Maze and the odd stance the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance took at that time?"

Shang Shaojun's face changed: "Are you part of the Five Elders Association?"

Li Fan denied it with a shake of his head: "I am simply an honest soul who refuses to let the facts be hidden."

Afterward, Li Fan settled into a cross-legged position with his sword: "I'll remain here for three days."

"In three days, I'll draw my sword and plunge into the abyss."

"Regarding whether you choose to join me, Young Lord... I won't compel you."

Shang Shaojun stayed quiet.

His form wavered like rippling water before disappearing.

Three days elapsed swiftly.

In that period, Li Fan kept vigil at the mouth of the abyss.

Each time demonic sounds surfaced, he dispatched them effortlessly using his sword's glow.

The Qingxuan troops in the Eternal Immortal Fortress regarded Li Fan's silhouette with reverence.

A handful of astute ones captured the scenes of Li Fan's sword illumination destroying the demonic sounds.

They reviewed the recordings over and over.

Some among them even achieved breakthroughs, markedly boosting their prowess.

As the set time neared, Holy Embryo Li Fan showed no reluctance.

Beneath the watchful eyes of everyone, he stood and advanced steadily into the Chizha Abyss's profound regions.

He displayed no desire to delay for Shang Shaojun.

With Li Fan set to proceed solo, murmurs naturally spread through the Eternal Immortal Fortress.

Regardless of Shang Shaojun's immense reputation, failing to act here would shatter his standing beyond repair.

These Qingxuan warriors were his devoted adherents, nurtured across a hundred years. Forfeiting their genuine loyalty would strike a severe blow to Shang Shaojun.

Given his capabilities, even delving far into the Chizha Abyss and struggling against the demonic sounds would result in wounds at worst. His survival was assured.

Therefore, Li Fan felt confident that Shang Shaojun would show up.

Even if just trailing along for appearances.

Indeed, precisely as Li Fan boldly entered the Chizha Abyss, Shang Shaojun materialized right on cue.

"Escort the Army Leader!"

The booming roars from the Qingxuan soldiers echoed out, halting sharply once Li Fan had completely descended into the abyss.

"My previous visit here was almost three centuries back," Shang Shaojun's voice echoed from the rear.

Li Fan offered no reply, merely surveying the environment.

The vista resembled the Netherworld to some extent.

Boundless gloom, piercing the soul with cold. What set it apart were the persistent crimson light streams, resembling the circulating vital fluids of some primordial creature.

From these scarlet light streams, powdery remnants sporadically emerged.

Li Fan extended his hand to grasp one. A decaying essence immediately started corroding his form from the touch point.

Within mere breaths, Holy Embryo Li Fan's frame dissolved into that same powdery matter.

A blade's gleam sliced through the obscurity, and Li Fan reformed from his internal realm.

"These residues stem from corruption by the Dao of a world's warped ruin and collapse," Shang Shaojun conveyed. "This is only the abyss's fringe. Deeper in, the corruption grows fiercer. It can even corrupt and dismantle the very base of our cultivation."

He meant the cultivation bases like Foundation Establishment artifacts or Nascent Soul realms.

As long as those fresh legal foundations endured, cultivators could keep reviving. But should they suffer harm, the cultivator would inevitably fall.

"Beyond that, stay alert for abrupt surges of demonic sound waves," Shang Shaojun went on. "The demonic sounds beyond the abyss pale in comparison to those inside. In the past, I boasted of my iron will, but I scarcely lasted a few moments before those dread whispers almost shattered my sanity."

...

Shang Shaojun kept talking, yet Li Fan paid him no mind, pressing onward resolutely to the abyss's core.

In his path, sword gleams danced, wiping out every trace of the dark crimson blood phantoms.

Shang Shaojun watched briefly and saw that the odd forms gave no hint of revival, feeling hidden awe.

"This is the [Sword of Annihilation]," Li Fan's voice abruptly sounded in his mind. "Wherever its radiance falls, everything reduces to void."

"A rotting injury requires only a thorough excision," he declared steadily.

"Concerning those demonic sounds..."

"I possess a peerless sacred method to impart to you, guaranteeing your protection."