My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1193: Fate Changes Abruptly

“Great Qi…”

The Taiyan Sect cultivator slightly narrowed his eyes. Fleeting lights and shadows rapidly flickered inside them.

“Great Xuan?”

“Eh?”

Not certain about what he'd glimpsed, a tone of deep surprise abruptly filled his voice. He whipped around to face Sun Erlang, inquiring, “In only a few years, such an enormous discrepancy has already surfaced? What's the matter?”

Sun Erlang felt utterly baffled, clueless about the man's words.

“Fascinating. Follow me.”

The Taiyan Sect cultivator scrutinized Sun Erlang once again, then declared.

Right after his words, his form became fully transparent.

A silver phantom path materialized under his feet, stretching directly toward the mountain's core.

Sun Erlang morphed into a beam of light, trailing right after.

Once the pair plunged into the mountain, the silver path vanished too.

Even the crater Sun Erlang had carved on Mount Taixuan got quietly mended.

“I am Yi Shu. That skeleton you retrieved is my clan brother's.”

As they advanced, the Taiyan Sect disciple addressed Sun Erlang.

“During the great calamity's onset, amid issues like technique exclusivity and the Immortal-mortal Miasma, my clan brother boldly retreated from the chaotic waves, hiding in a mortal minor world. Though severed from the immortal path afterward, he rose to become a mortal emperor. Truly the hand of fate.”

“After millennia apart, our reunion happens in this manner. We foresaw something upon parting back then… Yet heaven's machinations are merciless!”

“Illusory simulations differ from true reality, after all!”

Yi Shu sighed softly and went quiet.

“Simulation? Real scene?” Sun Erlang sharply seized the two vital terms from Yi Shu’s statement.

“This Taiyan Sect was renowned across the world in antiquity for its derivation methods. Might the ‘simulation’ and ‘deviation’ he referenced point to futures they've calculated?”

They kept plunging deeper underground. When views reemerged before them, they hovered high in the heavens.

A pristine blue sky stretched flawlessly above. Beneath lay vast expanses of lush fields.

Sun Erlang distinctly felt the presence of numerous mortals' auras here.

Meanwhile, Yi Shu soared onward through the skies.

Sun Erlang hastened to keep up. A flicker of suspicion abruptly stirred in his mind.

Since stepping into this minor world, Yi Shu appeared to have shifted somehow.

Yet at present, he couldn't identify the precise change.

“No danger lingers, and Master surely wouldn't endanger me…” Sun Erlang quelled the odd sensation in his heart and pressed on.

Soon, a hovering metropolis abruptly filled Sun Erlang’s formerly vacant sight.

The city was encased in a translucent crystal barrier. This very shield had concealed the airborne city from Sun Erlang before.

“Impressively skilled. They can fully conceal even such a colossal city.” Sun Erlang mused inwardly.

At that instant, Yi Shu spoke anew: “Our Taiyan Sect borrowed the Taixuan Realm originally. With immortals and mortals divided, to avoid troubling this realm's mortals, we erected this crystal wall.”

Sun Erlang inwardly scoffed at Yi Shu’s concern over bothering mortals.

He voiced no protest, merely nodding faintly.

Passing through the crystal barrier, they formally stepped into the Taiyan Sect.

The moment his feet hit solid ground, Sun Erlang abruptly felt myriad gazes fixing upon him all at once.

Many among them radiated Dao Integration powerhouse auras.

Sun Erlang inwardly reeled: “Taiyan Sect's power endures exceptionally well. So many cultivators remain? How did they overcome the mutual cultivation ban on techniques?”

As they ventured further into the floating metropolis, the eerie vibe in Sun Erlang’s heart intensified.

“Far too silent here. Lacks any sign of a lively, bustling city.”

“Furthermore…”

Sun Erlang halted abruptly.

He had at last uncovered the root of the weirdness plaguing him.

The Taiyan Sect cultivators resembled the treefolks from Spiritwood Realm perfectly. Despite varied faces, they all exuded identical auras.

As though they were mere vessels for one single entity!

Though stunned, Sun Erlang stayed composed. He refrained from wild guesses and questioned outright: “Senior Yi, your Taiyan Sect…”

Yi Shu perceived Sun Erlang’s bewilderment and smiled: “You'll grasp it all upon meeting Senior Brother Chen. But rest easy, Young Master Sun. Taiyan Sect always distinguishes favors from feuds clearly. Returning our sect disciple's remains merits our gratitude.”

“Your alliance suggestion might not pan out, yet your safety remains assured.”

Sun Erlang offered no response, holding back his words.

Tailing Yi Shu to the suspended city's heart, they entered a translucent azure crystal edifice.

It seemed countless versions of himself entered simultaneously. Shaking off the mirage, Sun Erlang faced a long-haired, striking man with locks to his waist.

“Senior Brother Chen.” Yi Shu saluted with cupped hands.

“Yi Xing ventured to the Taixuan small world for a sect task too. Due to his talent, he never joined the inner sect for training and nursed deep grudges…”

“Now eras have shifted; inner and outer sect divides are mere farces. Let Yi Xing come back.”

Senior Brother Chen—Chen Tianhai of Taiyan Sect, once encountered by Li Fan—replied evenly.

“Many thanks, Senior Brother.” Yi Shu bowed profoundly.

Then his form dissolved into azure starlight, fading entirely.

Only now did Chen Tianhai turn to Sun Erlang.

His first words stunned: “By the original path, you, Sun Erlang, after fruitless immortality quests at Jieli Mountain, wed, sired heirs, and settled. Seven years on, enraged by the new prefect's extortions, you slew in fury. With ally Wang Xuanba, you seized a peak as bandits, ravaging the region.”

“After over a decade of chaos, imperial forces crushed you. You and Wang Xuanba battled to the end, unyielding, till blades tore you apart.”

Sun Erlang heard his “destiny” from the man's lips and faintly arched a brow.

“Yet now, all has altered.”

“Your future…”

Chen Tianhai’s body shifted to azure translucence.

Merely moments passed before he solidified again.

“Marvelous! An anomaly beyond predictions!”

“Holy Dynasty Great Qi…” Peculiar glints sparked in Chen Tianhai’s gaze.

“To spark such vast divergence in scant years…”

He murmured, as if unearthing thrilling revelations.

“Do you know your master's origins?” Chen Tianhai probed.

Sun Erlang merely regarded Chen Tianhai in silence.

“Of course, even if aware, you'd likely withhold or be unable. Chen Tianhai grinned enigmatically.

Sun Erlang sensed rising discomfort.

“Hm? Hold on, that cultivation technique you wield…” While scrutinizing Sun Erlang, Chen Tianhai abruptly switched topics, voice laced with surprise and doubt.

“Is it the Divine Wood Sect’s ?”