My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1150: Xuanhuang Rebirth Technique

"Supreme secret technique?"

Shang Shaojun let out a skeptical scoff upon hearing those four words at first.

Considering his high rank and influence, he had once explored the treasury inherited from the Dharma-Transmitting Heavenly Sovereign long ago.

Still, nothing there—a divine ability or secret technique—ever boasted the label of "supreme."

"His power packs a punch, yet his roots seem somewhat fragile," Shang Shaojun mused inwardly.

But mere moments after glancing at the initial two or three lines of the shared text, his face shifted dramatically, turning gravely serious in a flash.

When he reached the midpoint of the reading, his thoughts spun wildly, leaving him rooted in stunned silence.

"Through ten thousand calamities, the heart remains unchanged. This…"

Even without knowing its name, this secret technique clearly outshone every method Shang Shaojun had ever encountered.

It absolutely earned the designation of "supreme"!

Even more astonishing to Shang Shaojun was how this technique—which would ignite endless savage conflicts across the Xuanhuang Realm—got handed over to him so offhandedly by the other person!

As though it meant nothing more than a simple Foundation Establishment method!

"Who in the world…"

Shang Shaojun abruptly raised his gaze to Li Fan, who focused intently on purging the abyssal sores, his chest surging with reverence and incredulity.

Li Fan offered no clues about his background, and Shang Shaojun refrained from probing further.

He simply trailed obediently, quietly starting to practice this supreme technique in secret.

The technique flowed with serenity, peace, and a shining sense of justice.

No concerns arose about concealed dangers lurking inside it.

Shang Shaojun swiftly felt its tremendous might.

Within the pitch-black abyss, myriad dark crimson "vascular networks" flared to life all at once.

Resembling rampant blazes, their glow danced erratically.

As these blood-red illuminations emerged, the abyss appeared to shrink violently.

Space squeezed tight, and a vague roar of ruin—from ancient times—echoed from the abruptly vanishing crimson lights.

In that instant, visions overwhelmed Shang Shaojun's sight.

He appeared to behold realm after realm facing grim demise.

Cultivators cried out in hopeless agony.

Even the skies and lands neared their ultimate collapse.

Overhead, endless dark fissures ripped the heavens asunder.

The ground split wide, scarlet lava bursting from the depths.

Myriad blazing spheres rained down, sparking colossal flames.

A spectral azure gale roared by, encasing everything in ice.

…

Disaster after catastrophe unfolded relentlessly in Shang Shaojun's consciousness.

Despite viewing himself as a heaven-favored prodigy, confronting this horrifying, all-encompassing spectacle made his frame shudder, and profound terror seized his soul.

Yet this time proved unlike the previous ordeal.

With the supreme secret technique activating instinctively, a chilling energy rapidly permeated his entire form.

Thus, Shang Shaojun escaped the overwhelming dread.

Even as the doomsday visions lingered sharply in his mind, Shang Shaojun's mind stayed lucid and calm.

Free from anxiety, devoid of terror.

Acting as a mere observer, he watched with detached iciness.

"Though it endures myriad calamities, its heart stays unquenched."

"This, this qualifies as a true supreme divine technique."

In this instant, Shang Shaojun's mental state felt oddly unique.

Bolstered by the technique's influence, what ought to spark overwhelming delight instead held steady in quiet poise.

Still, his suspicions toward Li Fan—for granting him such a divine technique—intensified further.

"A secret technique of this caliber could only originate from scant locations within the Xuanhuang Realm."

"He's no member of our Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, nor the Five Elders Association. Might he hail from some other fragmented immortal cultivation world?"

Shang Shaojun recalled how the Xuanhuang Realm sheltered exiles from distant realms. These figures typically hid profoundly, eluding even the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance's complete surveillance.

"What exactly draws him to the Chizha Abyss?"

As he aided Li Fan in quelling and erasing the demonic sound, Shang Shaojun reflected deeply.

In the Chizha Abyss, bursts of demonic sound didn't persist endlessly.

Once a surge of demonic sound subsided, the abyss's depths fell back into quietude.

Amid the gloom, Li Fan and Shang Shaojun spotted traces left by the demonic sound's assault.

These looked akin to the prior ashen residues, yet they carried none of the malevolent, warped, eroding essence.

"Does Shaojun recognize these?" Li Fan inquired abruptly.

Shang Shaojun examined them briefly before shaking his head faintly.

"These represent leftovers from worlds merging together."

"Shaojun mentioned earlier that the abyss's demonic sound stems from a ruined world's distorted path. That's partially accurate, but not the full picture."

"The Xuanhuang Realm stands as a vast, intact, thriving immortal cultivation domain. It wouldn't succumb so readily to corrosion from fragmented realms. Any lingering dao from a broken world wouldn't erupt as demonic sound on this vast scale."

"The crux rests right here, at the Xuanhuang Realm's injury, where a shattered world's paths link with the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao."

As he clarified for Shang Shaojun, Li Fan scanned the Chizha Abyss's interior.

"A shattered world's laws morph into the Xuanhuang Realm's own laws."

"It's akin to extracting blood from one form and infusing it into another. At this spot, rival Heavenly Daos clash. The Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao prevails as expected, however..."

Li Fan trailed off suddenly.

He withheld the latter portion of his idea.

"In this exchange, the Heavenly Dao's core gradually shifts."

"Could this be the Heavenly Doctor's approach?"

"Carving up world shards, fusing and mending them, channeling an ancient world's Heavenly Dao to gradually reshape the current one's essence, while curbing fusion's drawbacks."

Li Fan envisioned, beyond the white mist veils dotting the Xuanhuang Realm, innumerable sites mirroring the Chizha Abyss.

Through their unified efforts, the Xuanhuang Realm quietly, incrementally, transformed itself.

"A monumental, meticulously crafted procedure."

Li Fan inwardly sighed in admiration.

Lacking the "Record of Mending Heaven" gifted by the Heavenly Doctor, Li Fan might never detect these subtle shifts in the Xuanhuang Realm—even at Dao Integration or Longevity Immortal stages.

Much like Shang Shaojun at present, who, despite Li Fan's pointers, couldn't yet pierce the concealed reality.

"Testing them in this realm demands boldness, no hesitation."

"Now that we're inside, let's wreck one site and gauge their response."

A sharp glint flashed in Li Fan's eyes.

Trailing him, a multitude of sword silhouettes emerged, surging forward with sudden speed into the abyss's core.

Shang Shaojun, caught off guard for a beat, hastened to keep up.

The further in they ventured, the more the laws from varied worlds intertwined and blended.

Even clashes between fragmented worlds' Heavenly Daos proved unbearable for typical cultivators.

Turbulent waves tore through the shadows like a savage tempest.

Shang Shaojun, despite his Dao Integration cultivation, sensed his refined Heaven and Earth Spirit teetering on the brink of dispersal.

"To a Dao Integration expert, this domain resembles a vessel adrift in gales or a flame flickering in blasts—incapable of stability."

Shang Shaojun glanced at Li Fan once more, his mind swirling with bewilderment.

Though the other's realm lagged behind his, Li Fan navigated the law-collision upheavals with unflappable ease.

"What true realm does he occupy?"