My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1171: Who Determines Right and Wrong
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
In the past, Li Ping had fortified the Holy Dynasty Great Qi into an unassailable fortress, guarded by defenses like the Sky-Patrolling Arrows and the Heaven and Earth Myriad Spirits Great Formation, but one inescapable flaw remained.
The issue stemmed from the Great Qi small world's proximity to the Xuanhuang Realm.
Lacking any defensive buffer, if the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance ever pinpointed its precise whereabouts, a surprise assault could trap it in a dire encirclement.
Yet, if concealed deeper within...
For thousands of years, the Rift Splitting Whale Herd had tirelessly torn through the void.
They had forged a perfect sanctuary for evasion.
“The Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance keeps records of the small world where mortals were relocated in the past.”
“But when they track it down and gear up for an invasion, they'll find only barren emptiness in its place. Just picture their utter confusion.”
“Exactly, and I could layer deadly formations at the former site of the Great Qi small world, luring the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance straight into the ambush. Heh heh heh…”
In a flash, endless cunning plans flooded Li Ping's thoughts.The gradual drift of the small world went unnoticed by the inhabitants of the Holy Dynasty Great Qi.
Only a handful, like Sun Erlang, spotted the nine black tentacles rooted deep into the world.
Yet, upon realizing it was Holy Emperor Li Ping's handiwork, they could only gape in awe at his supreme might.
“Fellow Daoist, just where do you intend to haul this world…”
Beyond the world, amid the emptiness of space.
Daoist Hundred Flowers, partially restored by Li Ping's aid, rushed out into the void upon detecting the unusual shifts within the world.
Before her eyes stretched the transformed Five Elements Cave-Heaven, insect-like, propelling the small world ahead with its nine tentacles.
Despite her vast experiences, the sight left her stunned.
“Why insist on a fixed endpoint?”
Li Ping dissolved his enormous projected avatar, reverting to his usual appearance, and replied with steady calm.
That recent maneuver had drained some dynastic fortune, though with the Holy Dynasty thriving and ascending rapidly, replenishment would come in under half a year.
“Fellow Daoist, between a stationary fort and a vessel wandering freely on unpredictable currents, which do you deem tougher to conquer?” Li Ping posed deeply.
Daoist Hundred Flowers grasped his intent at once and inclined her head. “True enough. By roaming ceaselessly through the void, its position stays elusive, rendering sieges impossible. This strategy of yours is sheer genius, fellow Daoist.”
Daoist Hundred Flowers commended.
“Still, a flaw exists for now.”
“And what might that be?”
“Relying solely on one Five Elements Great Cave-Heaven for towing keeps the void traversal pace regrettably sluggish.”
A foreboding chill crept into Daoist Hundred Flowers' core.
“Thus, I’ll need Daoist Hundred Flowers to undertake a few extra journeys.”
Li Ping glanced aside, his voice earnest.
“I’ve got more fitting candidates lined up. They don’t match the Five Elements Great Cave-Heaven’s magnitude, but they’ll serve. Bring them all over, and I’ll link them via arrays. Then, the driving force will multiply several-fold.”
Remembering the grueling ordeal of hauling the Five Elements Cave-Heaven before, and now eyeing the details of over a dozen more Cave-Heavens from Li Ping, Daoist Hundred Flowers felt a wave of vertigo, her path ahead dimming.
“Heh heh, fear not, fellow Daoist. Your tireless efforts for the Holy Dynasty won’t go unrewarded.” Li Ping grinned and extended a finger skyward.
A golden coiling dragon materialized instantly in front of Daoist Hundred Flowers.
“This is…? Myriad Spirits Nectar?” Daoist Hundred Flowers gasped.
“Oh, no. Just pure cultivation essence.” Moments later, a twinge of disappointment hit Daoist Hundred Flowers.
“Heh heh, True Immortals alone can forge Source Power Essence. How could I wield that? Still, this refined source power ought to mend the toll from shuttling the Cave-Heaven.” Li Ping remarked casually.
The golden dragon's source power derived from Great Qi's people practicing the Enlightenment Spirit Origin Technique in unison.
It ranked just shy of Source Power Essence—untainted, potent cultivation energy.
Daoist Hundred Flowers paused briefly before parting her lips to ingest the golden dragon.
It dissolved swiftly. Her lingering wounds vanished entirely, and her dark golden glazed form grew somewhat denser.
“Gratitude for your aid, fellow Daoist.”
Chapter 1171: Who Determines Right and Wrong
“Yet, the source power you’ve bestowed, Fellow Daoist, feels—compared to standard cultivation gains—to be...”
“Of superior quality?”
Daoist Hundred Flowers weighed her words carefully before inquiring softly.
Li Ping had no intention of revealing to Daoist Hundred Flowers how this source power's potency exceeded the norm: his bid to elevate it to source power essence via the faith of countless beings.
All such endeavors had failed thus far.
After all, a force forsaken by a True Immortal transcended the ordinary; it defied simple mastery.
“Merely an illusion on your part, Fellow Daoist. How fares your recuperation? If nearly complete, best to embark without delay.” Li Ping stated evenly.
Daoist Hundred Flowers offered a sheepish grin. With no alternatives, she sighed, took her leave, and vanished.
“With the core stronghold's utter security locked in, thoughts can turn to striking other small worlds.”
“Their exact positions are etched in our minds. We might even slip agents ahead to redirect their gateways toward the void beside Great Qi.”
“Spiritwood, the Empire...”
“Plus the Nether Realm.”
As Holy Emperor Li Ping reclaimed his seat on the Emperor’s throne and mulled the Holy Dynasty's coming course.
His apprentice Sun Erlang requested a meeting.
“Er, Master. Regarding one of the prizes drawn from the fishing pond last time...” Sun Erlang appeared a touch nervous.
“Out with it.”
Sun Erlang then recounted the full tale.
Since the last fishing contest wrapped up, almost every rewarded participant had been integrated into the Holy Dynasty's key organizations.
Among them stood a middle-aged fellow called Quan Ruochu, who had caught Sun Erlang’s notice and been personally recruited by him.