My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1152: Reforging the World with a Single Hand
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
Even as the leader of the Qingxuan Army, Shang Shaojun had never come face-to-face with a powerhouse at the Longevity Immortal Heavenly Sovereign Realm.
While he lingered in tense quiet, a gnawing anxiety consumed him. Each passing instant stretched into endless torment.
After an eternity had passed, the ceaseless vortex of sword light encircling them at last came to a halt.
Li Fan, seated with eyes shut, gradually lifted his lids.
With the sword light fading away, Shang Shaojun couldn't help but scan his surroundings.
The sight that greeted him sent an icy shiver through his whole frame, as if plunged into a frozen void.
The handful of broken worlds Li Fan had moments ago obliterated via sword light had inexplicably reformed!
Now they dangled inverted over their heads, linked by sinister red filaments that wove and grew denser without end.
Innumerable threads stretched infinitely into the Chizha Abyss.
“Not only did they not vanish, they’ve actually…” A freezing dread gripped Shang Shaojun's heart. In terror, his eyes fixed on Li Fan.
He started to question if the earlier vision of those worlds crumbling away was merely a trick of the mind.
“He’s been here.”
Li Fan uttered softly.
“Who is he?” Shang Shaojun had to inquire.
Li Fan's Holy Embryo Clone shook his head.
“You’ll find out shortly.”
Forming a hand seal, Li Fan pointed into the emptiness ahead.
The thousand rays of sword light composing the mighty sword array materialized anew in front of the pair.
Next, they whirled around at astonishing velocity.
As the sword light accelerated wildly, vague and hazy visions began emerging on the glowing veil woven by the blades.
“To achieve such feats,” Li Fan whispered, “this entity wields immense might beyond compare. Had we covertly observed him moments ago, despite my ultimate array shielding us, despite shattering worlds to mask our presence…”
“Discovery would have been inevitable.”
At last, Li Fan revealed the reason for deploying the array to sever Shang Shaojun's senses amid their watching.
Shang Shaojun's pulse raced as Li Fan went on, “The sword lights I deployed to capture this event weren't centered in a single spot either. Every beam seized just a sliver of detail. Assembled as one, they unveil the complete tale of events.”
“This method minimizes the risk of detection to its barest minimum.”
While Li Fan mused aloud, the scenes on the sword veil transformed.
Shards of ruptured worlds resurfaced, then a cataclysmic surge of world-ending force raged forth in a ruinous wave.
Right as this furious spectacle started to wane…
A silhouette abruptly materialized amid the tempest's core.
The sword light capture failed to seize the man's actual visage.
Or maybe he hadn't shown his authentic shape.
Shang Shaojun realized only that upon this enigmatic entity's arrival, every turbulent force and ruinous ripple settled at once.
The silhouette scanned the vicinity for a short while, appearing somewhat baffled.
Afterward, his stare shifted toward the Chizha Abyss's direction.
Though merely a captured scene, though his traits were obscured, though vast gulfs of time and space divided them—
As that look passed over, Shang Shaojun sensed his flesh and spirit lock in utter rigidity.
Movement eluded him. Thought escaped him.
Luckily, the silhouette merely surveyed the zone fleetingly without deeper scrutiny.
He drew back his eyes.
Shang Shaojun slumped like after a fierce clash, heaving breaths, soaked in icy sweat, but his stare remained glued to the evolving sword veil.
The enigmatic silhouette thrust both palms down into the space ahead. At once, every raging gale in that realm halted motionless.
With a casual flick, he collected the lingering remnants of the obliterated worlds.
Then…
The silhouette appeared grave, carefully extracting a matching count of world shards from some hidden source.
It resembled a colossal figure from ancient legends, capable of rending skies and cleaving lands.
He hung those fractured worlds reversed at the Chizha Abyss's depths.
Next, with a light finger gesture, bizarre red strands shot forth from those wrecked world pieces.
They acted with their own intent, soaring straight for the Xuanhuang Realm.
From the Chizha Abyss's heart, a profound bellow echoed once more.
That marked the merging of two realms.
Upon completing these deeds and securing the flipped worlds, the silhouette at last vanished.
...
The projection cut off suddenly.
As Li Fan dispersed the thousand sword lights, Shang Shaojun remained lost in the staggering displays he'd beheld.
“The Xuanhuang Realm conceals such a figure?”
“Legends of immortals seizing stars and seizing moons pale beside this.”
Remembering how that silhouette withdrew world shards and effortlessly raised them, Shang Shaojun quaked with irrepressible terror.
But Li Fan's response yanked him from boundless wonder and fear.
“Powerful as he is, he falls short of a True Immortal.”
His voice stayed even, like one who'd gazed upon an immortal firsthand.
“My suspicion holds true. The odd events plaguing the Xuanhuang Realm stem from a hidden schemer weaving a dark plot.”
Before Shang Shaojun could respond, Li Fan pressed on.
“That silhouette we witnessed is among them.”
“What course does Young Lord Shang intend?”
Shang Shaojun froze briefly.
What choice did he have?
That unidentified, horrifying power's prowess likely matched a Longevity Immortal Heavenly Sovereign, if not surpassing it.
As a simple Dao Integration expert, what action could he take?
“I need to rush back to the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance's base and alert them to this.”
Shang Shaojun declared with firm conviction.
Li Fan offered only a subtle, enigmatic grin. “Certain of that?”
“Should you push forward with it…”
“Then today marks our final encounter.” Li Fan's tone dropped low.
Shang Shaojun's features twisted. “Explain yourself.”
“The Chizha Abyss hides a profound mystery. Long ago, sharp minds in the Immortal Alliance sought to probe it alone, yet the organization quashed their effort...”
“Don't you grasp it yet, Young Lord? In the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance's territory, how could such grand schemes evade their awareness?”
Li Fan remarked coolly.
Shang Shaojun knew this reality well—he'd just refused to confront it.
With Li Fan laying it bare without pity, his face flickered through emotions.
He recognized plainly that if this tied to, or even stemmed from, the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, its implications loomed horrifyingly vast.
Despite endless brushes with schemes and rivalries, Shang Shaojun now drowned in profound, choking futility.
“No need for gloom, Young Lord.”
“This affair exceeds what we two can tackle. Corrupting the Xuanhuang Realm with debris from ruined worlds and corrupted Heavenly Dao turns them foes to every soul here.”
“While certain top figures in the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance might partake, they can't dominate entirely.”
“The Immortal Ancestor roams the cosmos, detached from mortal affairs. Yet rumors say his Dao transmitters hold a unique way to summon him...”
The Holy Embryo Li Fan addressed him softly, leading the way.
At those words, Shang Shaojun's gaze sparked. “True. Given the crisis's severity, only recalling the Immortal Ancestor might fix it. However… reaching the Heavenly Sovereign directly falls to none but…”
Shang Shaojun creased his forehead faintly.
Meantime, Li Fan quietly replayed the projection in his thoughts.
“Dharma-Transmitting Immortal Ancestor…”