My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1191: Secretly Weaving the False Immortal Net

Devout prayers reverberated through the concealed underground chamber, sounding much like ancient, timeless hymns.

These were the people of the You Clan.

Through the concerted efforts of Li Ping’s various disciples, almost the entirety of the You Clan had been seized and relocated into the Great Qi small world.

Li Ping was well aware that the entity residing beyond the Dark Sea remained indifferent to whether its followers harbored other devotions.

Consequently, through a mixture of threats, rewards, and the deliberate demonstration that coexistence with the Holy Emperor was practical, the You Clan members rapidly assimilated into their new existence.

Many even fostered a sense of loyalty toward the Holy Emperor, one that proved more steadfast and intense than their prior reverence for the Dark Sea.

Ultimately, during the crisis when their entire kin faced annihilation, the Dark Sea had failed to manifest any divine miracles, whereas the Holy Emperor had consistently supplied them with abundant resources.

Hidden within the shadows, Li Ping observed the synchronized chanting of the You Clan, feeling the faint emergence of golden source power blooming within his core.

“With only a hundred You Clan members, the power of faith they manifest already eclipses that generated by the entire populace of Great Qi.”

“What hidden mystery lies within the essence of this clan…”

Li Ping had already delivered the remains of several rebellious You Clan members to Yin Shangren for rigorous study.

“It turns out that his research into the new cultivation method has hit a snare. Perhaps shifting his focus will yield some unexpected revelation.”

Naturally, Li Ping remained indifferent to the precise origin of the You Clan’s unique physiology.

The root cause mattered little, provided he could exploit it for his own goals.

With a flicker, Li Ping vanished and reappeared in a distinct, enclosed zone adjacent to the meditation area.

“Xuanba, how is the investigation proceeding? Can this transplanted flesh truly augment the You Clan’s reproduction?”

Wang Xuanba, who had been completely absorbed in his observation, quickly diverted his gaze as his master approached.

He offered a respectful bow before reporting: “After conducting numerous trials, I have identified the optimal blend of exotic beast tissue.”

“I have dubbed it the Life Origin Embryo.”

“Provided there is sufficient male and female essence, it is capable of cultivating vast numbers of young at an alarming pace.”

“However…”

“Because they are not naturally gestated within a mother, these offspring are congenitally weakened. They emerge frail, and their longevity likely won't be significant.” Wang Xuanba stated with deliberate caution.

Unlike the rugged youth he once was, the modern Wang Xuanba possessed a gaunt, slender frame.

Having benefited from Li Ping’s precise instruction and personally consumed vast amounts of exotic beast flesh to master their natural arts, his understanding of such creatures now surpassed even that of his master.

Once he realized his master was burdened by the You Clan’s low fertility, he took the initiative to alleviate those concerns.

The result was the deeply unsettling Life Origin Embryo.

It consisted entirely of pulsating, pink exotic beast flesh, segmented into dozens of sealed internal compartments.

A complex network of conduits linked these chambers to the core, permitting it to nourish the developing young while simultaneously absorbing the unique traits of every creature it harbored.

“It is a symbiotic mechanism. Each successive generation of offspring developed within the mass grows progressively more intelligent and potent.”

“While incremental, these marginal gains aggregate over time, securing the intended evolution within our timeline.”

“If my calculations hold, the Life Origin Embryo may eventually function independently of male and female essence, creating life simply by utilizing stored energy.”

Discussing the nature of exotic beasts, Wang Xuanba spoke with an authority that remained unshaken even in the presence of his teacher.

Li Ping’s gaze cut through the gloom to fix upon the massive, pulsating organic mass in the distance.

“I only require the quantity necessary to serve my agenda. As for their span of life…”

“Should they perish, I will simply forge more.”

The Holy Emperor’s voice was devoid of warmth. Hearing this, Wang Xuanba felt perfectly at ease; in his mind, these empty-eyed You Clan members were little more than livestock and held no human status.

“Maintain total secrecy regarding this laboratory. This mandate includes your own brother disciples.”

“The disciple understands.”

Wang Xuanba replied in a low, resonant tone.

Once Li Ping departed, he returned to his labor. He preferred these straightforward, logical pursuits over the labyrinthine politics of the outer world.

In only a few years, the brawny youth who once lived beneath Jieli Mountain had seen his destiny fundamentally rewritten.

Yet, regarding the transformation of Li Ping’s disciples, Wang Xuanba was not the most extreme case.

Wang Xuanba still retained the echoes of his original temperament.

The one who had undergone the most radical metamorphosis was the fifth disciple, Ou Shangtian.

Following his father into Great Qi and earning a place as Li Ping’s direct student, he shed his earlier silence and insecurity, emerging as the brazen, self-assured youth seen today.

He was decisive in action and held all worldly matters in total contempt.

Though the youngest, his actual combat strength stood unmatched among his peers.

Within the Great Qi, aside from Li Ping, no one could truly contend with him.

Even if Li Ping were to engage him directly, subduing Ou Shangtian without resorting to specific hidden techniques or divine arts would prove challenging.

Beyond the inherent Kunqian Bone Hands and the Book of Ten Thousand Deaths he possessed from birth, he had recently obtained the Seven-Colored Divine Light from the Fishing Pond, following secret guidance from Li Ping.

Combined with this protective light and his extraordinary escape arts, Ou Shangtian possessed a survival instinct that eclipsed most Dao Integration cultivators in the Xuanhuang Realm.

Having effortlessly subjugated several small realms on his recent excursions, the youth had become increasingly arrogant.

Fortunately, the vigilance of his father and Li Ping kept his more impulsive tendencies under control.

Earlier, while cooperating with Wang Xuanba to seize the You Clan, he had developed a curiosity regarding the strange biology of the exotic beasts.

Consequently, he requested the secrets of the Creation Furnace Technique from Li Ping, practicing it with great diligence.

Li Ping felt no apprehension regarding Ou Shangtian potentially losing control; he knew that if such signs ever emerged, he would act to stifle them immediately.

The pure golden source power gathered by the You Clan had already been silently integrated into the bodies of various prominent figures within Great Qi.

This essence, vibrating at a frequency near that of a True Immortal, remained undetected by the so-called geniuses of the age.

Only the primordial monster known as Daoist Hundred Flowers could potentially perceive the truth of it.

“Once caught in my web, they shall serve me until their final breath.”

“After all, those gifts always carried an unspoken price.”

With the golden source power as his trump card, he turned his focus toward the upcoming infiltration of the Xuanhuang Realm.