My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1190: The Holy Teacher Imparts the Supreme Dao

While Li Ping was locked in discussion with Yin Shangren, the vital signs of the dark-haired youth—who had recently grasped the path of the Primordial Golden Core—plummeted. In a mere instant, his presence vanished, stripped of the life force that marks a living soul.

Yet, he remained animated.

The youth sat in silence, his Dantian and physical form pulsing with an internal cycle of spiritual energy. The flow was vast and bordering on infinite.

“It is a tragedy. He lacked the fortitude to endure, resulting in a total merger with the Cave-Heaven consciousness at the expense of his own identity,” Yin Shangren lamented, his face etched with clear sorrow.

“His foundational strength was insufficient, and his chosen target was ill-suited. Had he attempted to inhabit the secondary Cave-Heaven nearby, survival might have been within his grasp.”

Li Ping kept his eyes fixed upon the young man for a long, contemplative stretch.

“What was his name?”

“Qu Wentian.”

“A fitting name. Still, one doubt lingers in my mind,” Li Ping’s voice resonated through the barren chamber. “Can one truly claim the fortune of a Cave-Heaven while only at the Foundation Establishment stage? The missing Cave-Heaven, the Abyssal Wasteland, was massive; while it might seem minor to the Great Qi, its total mass was nearly half that of the entire Great Qi world…”

“Perhaps his talent was simply beyond the norm.” After a lengthy pause, Yin Shangren could find no better conclusion and delivered this response.

“You must acknowledge that individuals are not all created equal. Tasks that seem impossible to us are but trifles to others. The Primordial Golden Core path carved by Qu Wentian may be destined for only a handful of pioneers, yet it has sparked a light of inspiration in me.”

Yin Shangren turned toward Li Ping, his expression turning grave. “You are right. If we are to topple the dominance of the Immortal Ancestor’s New Method, our strategy cannot remain a niche, punishing path.”

“The reason the Immortal Ancestor’s cultivation spread like wildfire through the Xuanhuang Realm—defying and eventually eclipsing the Ten Great Immortal Sects—was its lack of prerequisites. The fact that it is universally accessible is precisely the quality our own method must mirror.”

“Upon reflection, Qu Wentian succeeded at the Foundation Establishment stage through the Self-Based Foundation Establishment method because he tapped into the fortune of a Cave-Heaven. Inverting that logic, the fortune of the world itself must be the keystone of the Primordial Golden Core.”

Yin Shangren spoke with increasing velocity, his tone radiating excitement.

“No reliance on external tools, universal accessibility, and the mastery of world fortune…”

“By uniting these three tenets, we can finally envision the true form of an ideal Primordial Golden Core!”

With a sweeping gesture, Yin Shangren manifested spectral images of youthful faces between them.

“Seizing worldly fortune is not a goal in itself. It is fuel for the evolution of that power. To the average mortal, the fortune of a world is an inscrutable enigma. Only by consuming it and weaving it into one’s own existence can one begin to fathom its mysteries.”

“However, if a supreme holy teacher were to provide direct instruction, detailing every nuance of the world’s fortune—”

“I am convinced even a child could grasp this Dao!” Yin Shangren stated with absolute certainty.

Noticing Li Ping’s skepticism, he pushed on: “To an observer, the Self-Based Foundation Establishment method appears impossibly complex. For my pupils, however, who have practiced it from youth and know no other path, it is trivial. Once the first instance of success occurred, the dam broke. Success followed success.”

“The Primordial Golden Core will follow the same trajectory.”

“Furthermore, the new method must be adaptable. Emulating cosmic evolution within one’s own body to achieve a Primordial state does not require seeking the absolute peak. Worlds and cultivators differ in scale and potential. Realizing one’s own specific potential is more than enough…”

“The final piece is finding this supreme holy teacher. One who commands a complete understanding of the Dao of the world, yet possesses the patience to impart these insights without reservation…”

As he spoke, Yin Shangren’s gaze settled on the Holy Emperor.

“I would be honored to act as the world’s teacher, but alas…” Li Ping paused momentarily.

“My grasp of the Dao of the world remains lacking. How could I presume to instruct others?”

“To my mind, only the Immortal Ancestor Heavenly Sovereign himself holds that qualifications across the Xuanhuang Realm. Do you expect me to lead the Immortal Ancestor to revolt against his own creation?”

“Fellow Daoist, the Primordial Golden Core requires further contemplation.”

Yin Shangren found this impossible to counter. A flicker of confusion mixed with reluctance shone in his eyes.

Li Ping had arrived brimming with anticipation but departed in disappointment. He left Yin Shangren behind, traveling back solo. He then took the time to reassure Daoist Hundred Flowers, who had panicked at the thought of a Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance invasion and was actively hunting for phantom enemies. He even granted her a portion of golden source power as a reward. As a being of pure energy, the golden source power was an unparalleled nourishment for her. She offered her gratitude before diving into the absorption process.

“Wait… Fellow Daoist, this offering…”

Mid-sentence, her tone shifted from polite acknowledgment to sheer disbelief.

“The density is immense!”

“Is this… Source power essence?!”

Daoist Hundred Flowers stared at Li Ping in total shock. Her crystalline form grew radiant and solidified before his eyes. Years of latent damage were being mended, and even the remnants of her shackled past seemed to dissolve under the infusion. In her mind, the inscrutable figure of the Faceless Holy Emperor reached a new level of legendary status. Li Ping offered no explanation, leaving her only with the silhouette of his mysterious back.

“Has he truly reached the vicinity of the True Immortal realm?”

“How could that even be possible?”

Though disbelief gripped her, the overwhelming power surging through her veins served as undeniable proof. As a clone, Li Ping’s level of cultivation was, by necessity, capped by his main body—remaining stuck at the Nascent Soul stage. His combat prowess was largely derived from the fortune of the Holy Dynasty of Great Qi; personally, he was quite fragile. The ability to craft golden energy essence on par with true source power was something he achieved only through the aid of a unique group of followers. Deep beneath the throne of the Holy Emperor, hidden in total darkness, this group lived unbothered by the lack of light, their existence centered entirely on daily prayers directed toward the statue of the Holy Emperor.