My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1194: Immortal Realm: Chronicle of Derivation of Heavens

Chen Tianhai's face showed a mix of shock and doubt as he asked, “Could it be that your master was a disciple of the Divine Wood Sect from back then?”

“?” The moment Sun Erlang heard those three words, a faint ripple stirred in his heart. A hazy feeling of recognition also emerged from deep within him.

“No, no.” Yet before Sun Erlang could respond, Chen Tianhai shook his head and dismissed his own guess.

“It's just that the aura feels a bit alike.”

“Plus, legends say the ‘Mountain Sitting Art’ was the cultivation method used by that divine tree of the Divine Wood Sect long ago, trading years for progress in cultivation. For regular cultivators, it's incredibly tough to practice, with painfully slow advancement. But young master, you've reached great completion in Nascent Soul at such a young age. It simply doesn't add up.” Chen Tianhai gave a wry smile, his curiosity about Sun Erlang growing even stronger.

“That's right, this junior isn't cultivating the ‘Mountain Sitting Art’ at all. Instead, it's a supreme technique passed down personally by my master. The rapid progress in my cultivation comes mainly from this supreme technique,” Sun Erlang stated solemnly.

“Alright then, I must have been wrong.” Chen Tianhai dropped the subject without pressing further.

“Senior, was the Divine Wood Sect among the Ten Great Immortal Sects of that era?” Even after explaining his cultivation method's origin, Sun Erlang couldn't shake his interest in the Mountain Sitting Art, so he inquired straightforwardly.

Sun Erlang noticed that the Taiyan Sect differed greatly from the rigid, hierarchical ancient immortal sects he knew.

There was hardly any separation between high and low ranks. They called him, a very young stranger, “young master” warmly in every line they spoke.

Though unsure what fostered this vibe, Sun Erlang saw it as a positive for himself, so he adapted to their ways.

Chen Tianhai held nothing back in his reply. After seating Sun Erlang, he explained: “The Divine Wood Sect predates even our Ten Great Immortal Sects.”

“Sects like the Desolate God Sect, the Samsara Sect, and other long-lost ancient immortal gates existed alongside the Divine Wood Sect.”

“Before the severance of the Immortal Path, many had already faded away for different reasons.”

“Rumor has it the Divine Wood Sect earned its name from a divine tree from beyond the realm housed within it. This tree, supposedly a gift from the Immortal Realm, took root in the Xuanhuang Realm and unleashed all sorts of miraculous powers.

“But exactly because of this divine tree, it drew the ire of ‘Gen-Huan-Huan-Heng-Yuan’. That ultimately caused the sect's destruction.”

“Those five characters — Gen, Huan, Huan, Heng, Yuan (亘洹桓恒垣) — signify: ‘Existing since time immemorial, and destined to endure for eternity. Standing above the River of Life, like a wall that upholds the heavens.’

It stands as a primordial ancient tree that has coexisted with Heaven and Earth since the Xuanhuang Realm's creation. It even commands authority over longevity.

“As the proverb says, one mountain can't hold two tigers. The rising might of this otherworldly divine tree naturally posed a threat to it. Hence, the Divine Wood Sect met its end…”

Chen Tianhai shared ancient tales one by one with ease.

Ever since embarking on cultivation, Sun Erlang had focused solely on training and battles. Hearing these lost secrets for the first time filled him with fascination as he listened intently.

“Sects like the Desolate God Sect and Divine Wood Sect—even their names alone set them apart from typical sects,” Sun Erlang sighed.

Chen Tianhai gave a subtle smile. “Naturally so. These sects arose with the Xuanhuang Realm's birth, deeply linked to the Immortal Realm. While the Immortal Realm thrived, their dominance was absolute. But when calamity struck the Immortal Realm and the immortal path broke, their glory ended.”

Sun Erlang nodded vigorously.

“Young master, are you aware of our Taiyan Sect's roots?” Chen Tianhai shifted topics abruptly and questioned.

“This junior has no idea.” Sun Erlang replied truthfully.

“Our Taiyan Sect descends directly from a True Immortal. We obtained the Nine Volumes of from the Grand Mage of Heavenly Capital, granting us insight into every possible shift over the coming thousand years,” Chen Tianhai declared with pride.

“Unlike the Heavenly Mechanism Sect, a mere second-rate group feigning mystery with vague qi sensing, we employ mighty derivation and computation for genuine future simulations.”

Sun Erlang abruptly remembered the term “simulation” from Yi Shu earlier.

“Young master, behold!” With a wave of his hand, Chen Tianhai summoned a azure blue orb right before Sun Erlang.

Sun Erlang peered inside. The blue orb displayed countless layered shadows at once. Every scene depicted him and Chen Tianhai talking right there.

Yet Sun Erlang sharply spotted differences: in each vision, his expressions and actions varied slightly. Some even had him attacking suddenly, only to get effortlessly killed by Chen Tianhai.

“These represent all potential futures we calculated after your arrival, young master. But through our exchanges, we've better grasped your character and power. So, many futures became irrelevant before finishing.”

As Chen Tianhai explained, roughly four-fifths of the blue orb's scenes abruptly faded.

The survivors matched precisely what Sun Erlang was living through right then.

Sun Erlang observed this and felt a spark of insight.

But on second thought, bewilderment washed over him, leaving him puzzled.

Chen Tianhai went on: “Even now, as we talk, matching futures dwindle based on our words.”

“In the end, once the young master departs, this derivation wraps up and fuses with reality.”

“Fresh ones will start immediately after.”

The blue orb went fully dark.

After a brief pause, brilliant blue radiance burst forth again.

The orb dissolved into blue mist drifting in front of Sun Erlang.

This mist revealed endless possible futures for the whole Xuanhuang Realm.

“Simulating the Xuanhuang Realm mirrors calculating this small encounter with you. With enough data and quick fixes to derivation errors, we craft a simulated future for the Xuanhuang Realm.”

“That's how we peer further down time's vast river than others.”

Chen Tianhai flicked his hand, drawing the blue mist—brimming with future visions—back into himself.

The once majestic Chen Tianhai shifted into a ethereal form of pure blue crystals.

This sight momentarily stunned Sun Erlang.

“For over a thousand years, our Taiyan Sect has accurately charted the Xuanhuang Realm's future path without big mistakes.”

“Yet now…”

Chen Tianhai fixed his gaze on Sun Erlang.

“Imagine, in this very meeting room, a shadowy figure pops out of nowhere, kills you, then vanishes into the distance.”

“An event defying all logic, utterly impossible under normal rules…”

“We term it Beyond Variables.”

The blue glow on Chen Tianhai faded slowly, restoring his human form.