My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1151: The True Culprit Behind the World’s Destruction
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
“Is it possible that…”
“A Longevity Immortal?”
An idea raced through Shang Shaojun’s thoughts without restraint.
Based on his understanding, within the group of survivors originating from diverse cultivation realms, certain figures had truly ascended to the Longevity Immortal Heavenly Sovereign level.
Though they fell short of the utter invincibility displayed by the Longevity Immortal Heavenly Sovereigns in the Xuanhuang World, these beings remained far beyond what any regular Dao Integration Immortal Sage could challenge.
“This must be the case,” Shang Shaojun thought, his chest tightening as he grew even more wary in his dealings with Li Fan.
The pair pressed onward into the heart of the Chizha Abyss, a region where the merging of laws from varied worlds intensified to its utmost.
Amid the shadows, fresh oddities started to appear.
A subtle crimson radiance lit up the route in front.
Shattered pieces of continents dangled inverted and floated overhead.
In the distance, faint outlines of devastated structures dotted those territories, and amid the wreckage, hordes of pale skeletons lay densely packed.
Each hovering world fragment remained completely hushed and devoid of vitality.
Thick scarlet strands, resembling the roots of a colossal tree, extended from those fractured lands, reaching into the abyss’s depths and disappearing into obscurity.
Occasionally, eerie noises reverberated in the atmosphere.
It resembled the grating of a knife over bone, or the labored, wheezing gasps of one nearing demise.
The sinister vibe of the area caused Li Fan and Shang Shaojun to halt their steps on instinct.
Noticing Li Fan silently examining the bizarre scene before them, Shang Shaojun considered briefly before transmitting a message:
“These ruined worlds… do they still possess life?” he questioned hesitantly.
Holy Embryo Li Fan offered no response.
Instead, he flicked his hand, dispatching a beam of sword light that hurtled directly at one of the fragmented realms.
Shang Shaojun’s pulse quickened at once.
Even though he had observed Li Fan’s remarkable sword skills earlier, he recognized that a world’s dying retaliation was no trivial matter.
The gleaming silver sword beam traversed the void swiftly and landed on the ruined terrain.
To Shang Shaojun’s astonishment, Li Fan’s attack appeared not aimed at outright demolition.
Upon breaching the shield and arriving, the sword light hovered in place without stirring.
The trail it carved through the air lingered undiminished.
The sword beam hardened into a slender silver strand.
It linked Li Fan directly to that damaged world.
Li Fan drifted elegantly, positioned upon the silver cord. With eyes shut, he seemed to be probing some deep essence.
“What’s happening…”
Initially, Shang Shaojun failed to grasp Li Fan’s intent.
However, as he observed, a vision abruptly surfaced in his thoughts—a worldly doctor checking a patient’s vital signs.
“Employing the sword as a conduit, he probes the boundary of existence and oblivion.”
“Does this mean his expertise goes beyond swordplay, delving profoundly into the Dao of Healing too?”
Shang Shaojun felt a profound inner turmoil.
Li Fan’s subsequent move caused his heart to pound fiercely.
Li Fan lightly pressed his foot against the silver filament.
A gentle wave traveled along the strand, conveying into the fractured world.
At the outset, only a minor quiver appeared, hardly detectable.
Yet soon, as if echoing a concealed harmony, the oscillation intensified progressively.
The formerly lifeless territory abruptly revived.
A profound thunder rumbled from the earth below, and surges of searing magma burst forth amid the realm’s raging outcry.
The whole domain started to awaken anew…
Even before Li Fan’s words could conclude, Shang Shaojun sensed a colossal impact slamming into him. His form twirled wildly rearward, while his blood and qi roiled chaotically inside. He had incurred minor inner wounds already.
Alarmed, Shang Shaojun glanced back to discover that the world fragment Li Fan had been “assessing” was now imploding upon itself, undergoing a savage self-annihilation toward utter extinction.
It had been merely a shattered leftover from the start, too brittle for mending.
Such intense surges of inner power proved too much for it to endure.
The terrain ripped entirely asunder, melting into boundless scarlet infernos.
As the fires expended their last gleam in the gloom, they signaled the end of a complete world.
Shang Shaojun gazed at the spectacle wordlessly, stunned by the display.
Li Fan positioned himself nearby and stated composedly, “Employing outside power to shatter this world would provoke not just its retaliation, but also potentially notify the entity orchestrating everything.”
“However, by compelling the final traces of the world’s strength to ignite and allow it to fade on its own...”
While Li Fan uttered these words, myriad sword silhouettes materialized in his rear.
Sword beams wove together, blazing vividly prior to fading into nothingness.
“Step into the array.”
Upon receiving Li Fan’s mental directive, Shang Shaojun’s spirit quivered once more.
Nevertheless, after so many jolts, a sense of desensitization crept in. He complied almost reflexively.
Upon crossing into the array’s domain, he beheld sword silhouettes whirling swiftly in every direction.
A myriad of blades soared as one, carving out a concealed haven amid the turmoil.
Prior to joining the sword array, Shang Shaojun had also witnessed Li Fan methodically replicating the procedure, successively obliterating multiple ruined worlds in front.
The cataclysmic blasts from each realm’s downfall transformed the Chizha Abyss’s depths into a hellish vista.
Myriad dark-crimson cinders, swept by ferocious energy currents, exploded from the chasm.
It evoked images of myriad spirits roaming the darkness, or a mad rush of savage creatures.
The Thousand-Sword Formation appeared to labor against the strain.
It contracted repeatedly, growing ever more compact.
The whirling sword gleams accelerated relentlessly, nearly merging into solid orbiting rings.
Still, Li Fan displayed no concern regarding the array’s resilience.
He remained stationary with closed eyes, as if engaged in some mysterious endeavor.
“Hold on.”
Perceiving Shang Shaojun’s bewilderment, Li Fan transmitted a curt message before going quiet.
Shang Shaojun inhaled deeply, his thoughts slowly steadying amid the serene energy enveloping him.
The sword beams swirled about, utterly isolating external sights.
His divine sense was obstructed too; he couldn’t detect occurrences outside.
Nevertheless, from the periodic thuds battering the sword array, he inferred that the ruin of various world shards had triggered dreadful outer assaults.
“Without his aid, I’d have been compelled to withdraw shamefully by this point.”
“Proficiencies in sword techniques, healing methods, array setups... How can such a versatile master exist?”
Shang Shaojun’s thoughts swirled turbulently. Despite the Immortal Heart Mantra’s aid, he couldn’t quell his mounting conjectures about Li Fan’s actual nature.
He lost track of the elapsed duration.
Finally, the tempest beyond the sword array started to wane.
Yet Li Fan refrained from dismantling the array.
Given his deepening solemn look, evidently something lingered outside—something far more dreadful than the worlds’ destructions.
“The culprit controlling it all?”
Visions of innumerable fragmented world pieces suspended inverted in the emptiness surged into Shang Shaojun’s mind.
Such a spectacle couldn’t have arisen by chance.
The notion of a power that toyed with whole worlds like trifles possibly hiding close by sent shivers across his skin.
“Will this sword array truly shield us?”
“Should it detect us, flight becomes impossible—death alone awaits.”