My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1185: Dark Gold Three-Eyed Skull

Upon hearing the old man’s ultimatum, the three cultivators were left momentarily stunned.

“Elder Gou, this violates the regu…”

“Hmm?” The old man cut them off instantly with a frigid, piercing glare.

The trio instinctively swallowed their protests.

Circumstances dictated their compliance; the senior cultivator merely cupped his hands, secured the relics, and led the retreat from the valley.

While underway,

“Big Brother Zhao, the Immortal Ark’s laws mandate that all World Extinction relics must be delivered to the Celestial Pivot Court. Defiance carries a charge of treason. Yet he demands we hand them to the Severed Immortal Tower instead…”

“Precisely. Everyone on the Immortal Ark understands that the Severed Immortal Tower and the Celestial Pivot Court are locked in a bitter rivalry. That old rogue wants to curry favor with the tower but lacks the courage to face the consequences alone, so he uses us as his puppets. If this backfires, we will undeniably be the ones to shoulder the blame.”

The elder cultivator, addressed as Big Brother Zhao, mirrored their annoyance. However, instead of joining their venting, he signaled for silence with a sharp glance.

A brief, covert message was transmitted, and at long last, the other two hushed.

Opting not to fly, the30men followed a narrow trail as they walked out of the valley.

The landscape shifted abruptly, as if they had been cast back into the Star Sea void.

Yet, this void differed from the desolate, frigid reaches of the outer Darkest Star Sea.

A gentle, balmy breeze drifted through the emptiness, carrying an essence of vibrant strength.

Faint, multicolored points of starlight flickered amidst the haze.

In stark contrast to this tranquil atmosphere stood a bizarre, haunting spectacle: a giant of colossal stature, spanning the distance between heaven and earth.

His eyelids remained fused shut, his frame desiccated and withered, reminiscent of a long-decayed corpse.

Nonetheless, his chest rhythmically expanded and contracted. Each intake of air exhaled warm gusts that scattered into the surroundings.

Even a dying giant would be disquieting, but the true nightmare was the thick branch protruding from the giant’s mouth.

It spiraled upward, burgeoning into a dense, sprawling crown of leaves.

Observing more closely, one could see the giant’s limbs riddled with protruding branches, while his lower extremities had morphed into a tangled web of root-like filaments.

These roots writhed in the artificial breeze as if possessed by a life of their own.

It was a surreal sight that blurred the line between whether the vegetation was consuming the host or if the man had undergone a living metamorphosis.

Having long since grown indifferent to the sight, the three uttered only a weary sigh:

“It appears this Dao-Chasing Giant is nearing his end. I wonder what the Celestial Pivot Court will offer in response.”

“The Severed Immortal Tower makes lofty promises, yet provides nothing. They boast of solving the Immortal Ark’s energy crisis, but despite years of claims, we see no results.”

“We shall see. I heard there has been a genuine breakthrough this time. Otherwise, an old miser like that Elder wouldn't be showing such sudden generosity.”

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Their idle banter continued as they journeyed.

As they cleared the valley and ascended into the void, a path of vibrant green spontaneously blossomed beneath their feet, acting as an aerial corridor.

Flight was unnecessary; the verdant trail propelled them forward at a rapid pace.

Emerging into the void, the true scope of the Immortal Ark finally revealed itself.

Floating landmasses, scattered like stars across the firmament, dominated the horizon.

Everywhere, giants stood tethered and parasitized by strange, growing trees.

From these arboreal structures radiated an intricate web of green pathways, weaving together the various continents.

Li Fan’s clone remained concealed within the World Extinction relic, vigilantly observing the surroundings.

This unique manifestation of immortal cultivation, so distinct from that of the Xuanhuang Realm, deeply intrigued him.

“Immortal Ark…”

“Back when Sun Piaomiao, ancestor of the Medicine King Sect, ventured beyond the heavens, he charted the Dao coordinates of twelve distinct cultivation realms. Among his reports was a gargantuan vessel traversing the void, bartering between worlds, with an entire ecosystem inside—it was dubbed Xuanshang.”

“I wonder if there is an association with this Immortal Ark.”

Li Fan cast a glance toward the giant whose very soul-force was being bled away: “The Zhudao Clan?”

The ethereal green path sped through the darkness. It was only moments before the escort reached the gate of the Severed Immortal Tower.

The structure appeared as a circular sphere of light, shimmering in a deep, metallic gold.

On closer inspection, it was revealed to be constructed atop the remains of a giant’s skeletal structure.

Unlike the others, this was not a full corpse—just a singular, massive, bleached skull.

What caused Li Fan’s spirit to tremble was the sight of a solitary eyeball still embedded in the center of the orbit.

The optic remained vital, unaffected by the death of the skull.

Even while tightly shut, it exhibited a slow, rhythmic rotation.

A sudden, chilling intuition of danger gripped him. Li Fan’s clone opted to immediately vacate the World Extinction relic he inhabited.

He lingered in the void, choosing not to trail the three inside the tower.

His caution proved warranted.

The titanic eye flicked wide, scanning the vicinity with predatory intent. Finding nothing, it clamped shut once again.

Only after that terrifying gaze abated did the three cultivators dare to cross the threshold.

Li Fan’s clone withdrew his gaze from the ocular skull, waiting with practiced patience for the return of his guides.

“Dark gold, three-eyed skull.”

“It bears a striking resemblance to the one I discovered marked with character scripts. But the one on this Immortal Ark…”

“Does it seem diminished in power?”

Scale does not dictate strength.

The previously encountered dark gold skull—despite missing its third eye and acting as a vessel for gray, parasitic mold—had emitted an aura so lethally oppressive that Li Fan had felt compelled to seal it with seven-colored divine light, never daring to investigate it further.

Conversely, while the skull before him was vastly larger and possessed a living eye,

It radiated a sense of absolute, irreversible cessation.

This was a deep, intuitive knowledge.

“I haven’t encountered many vestiges of the world beyond the Xuanhuang Realm across my lives. Yet, I have stumbled upon nearly all of them in such a short window here.”

“This Immortal Ark possesses hidden depths.”

“Deprived of the resources of a stable realm, they siphon life from the Darkest Star Sea, repurposing every scrap of existence. It seems the true foundation of this vessel exceeds my wildest estimations…”

Li Fan’s mind raced as he calculated the optimal entry point for his own advancement.

From the cultivators’ whispers, he had deduced the power struggle paralyzing the Immortal Ark between the Celestial Pivot Court and the Severed Immortal Tower.

Such instability, to an interloper like Li Fan, was a welcome opportunity.

“Only in murky waters can the fisherman thrive. I must find a way to escalate the chaos within this Ark.”

Not long after, the three cultivators emerged from the Severed Immortal Tower.

Totally unlike their previous apprehension, they were now beaming, unable to conceal their palpable fervor.

Returning to the green path, their hushed conversation grew animated as they reached the heart of the void.

“To believe the Severed Immortal Tower actually unlocked the secret to harnessing the power of World Extinction!”

“The void is teeming with relics. We will never again have to fret over our energy reserves!”

“We can sit back and watch the fallout commence!”