My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1195: Dao Deviation Returns to the Stone Mother
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
A peculiar glint flickered across Chen Tianhai’s eyes.
“For thousands of years, our Taiyan Sect has isolated itself from the world, maintaining scant ties with the outside. Yet your master knows our secret lair.”
“He possesses some knowledge of us. Despite that, he boldly dispatched you to reach out…”
“This proves his confidence that we’ll surely take interest in him as this [Beyond Variable].”
Sun Erlang was taken aback by these words. “Is that really the case?”
Recalling his master’s enigmatic origins and godlike omniscience, he quickly felt at ease.
“In this world, transcendent variables abound. Some have even deeply altered the destiny of the Xuanhuang Realm.”
“Though our Derivation of Heavens Nine Volumes purport to compute everything under the heavens, when otherworldly visitors or true immortals from the skies descend—events that surpass heaven and earth themselves…”
“We stand utterly helpless.”
Chen Tianhai spoke candidly without holding back.“Yet, our Taiyan Sect neither shuns nor dreads such beyond variables.” His voice carried a subtle undertone.
“Visitors from beyond the heavens?” Sun Erlang pondered silently.
Yet he swiftly quelled the faint stir in his heart.
Regardless of his master’s true roots, his present role stood as the sole fated Holy Emperor of Great Qi, bearing the fate of billions of lives.
As the master’s chief disciple, he would always shield his master steadfastly.
“So, Senior, does this mean you agree to our alliance proposal?” Sun Erlang inquired after a moment of quiet.
“Why decline if victory lies within reach?” Chen Tianhai replied with a faint smile, sidestepping a direct yes.
“What exactly does Senior intend then?”
“When deviations arise in our simulation computations, corrections must follow. Since Holy Dynasty Great Qi seeks alliance with us, it won’t deny a partner’s scrutiny, will it?” Chen Tianhai stated calmly.
“This…”
Sun Erlang hadn’t anticipated this demand from them.
His master hadn’t given specific guidance on such a scenario before departure.
“Erlang, handle all decisions yourself upon arrival. This Taiyan Sect matters…”
“but not overly so.”
Sun Erlang abruptly remembered his master’s parting words.
“If you falter before a trivial Taiyan Sect, how will you vie with the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance for the Xuanhuang Realm later?”
A wave of bold resolve surged within him, and Sun Erlang declared impulsively: “Holy Dynasty Great Qi keeps its doors wide open. Taiyan Sect is welcome anytime.”
A azure flash mysteriously gleamed in Chen Tianhai’s eyes.
He offered no reply, appearing deep in contemplation.
“Since Young Master insists, Taiyan Sect shall dispatch an envoy to join you in Great Qi. For a full investigation.”
After a prolonged pause, Chen Tianhai at last responded.
For some unknown reason, Sun Erlang exhaled deeply, as though he’d just escaped the brink of doom.
“Then, Senior, when shall we depart?”
“No haste—honored guests from afar deserve respect. Young Master’s long journey here was no small feat. Our Taiyan Sect hasn’t entertained visitors in millennia.”
“Plus, you’ve returned Yi Xing’s remains.”
Chen Tianhai mulled it over briefly before asking: “Might Young Master be intrigued by our [simulation]?”
“Naturally, I’m eager to know more.”
Chen Tianhai nodded. In a flash, the ground and furnishings around them dissolved.
The pair now floated in emptiness, facing a radiant blue crystal that mesmerized the soul.
“Behold, the Dao Deviation Stone Mother.”
Chen Tianhai intoned mysteriously.
“Dao Deviation Stone Mother?” Sun Erlang echoed the phrase.
Gazing at the enigmatic crystal nearby, Sun Erlang felt a chill—he couldn’t make out its surface details.
It seemed endlessly fracturable. Each mirror-smooth plane, scrutinized closely, sprouted myriad smaller facets.
Just a brief glance left Sun Erlang reeling with vertigo.
He hastily averted his eyes.
“The Dao Deviation Stone Mother forms the bedrock of our Taiyan Sect’s founding. Though the Grand Mage bequeathed the Nine Volumes of Derivation of Heavens, that art delves into heaven-man creation—far beyond mortal comprehension. Even prodigies exhaust their vitality cultivating it to mastery, leaving scant lifespan.”
Chen Tianhai darted ahead, merging seamlessly beside the massive blue crystal. His form nearly blended into the Dao Deviation Stone Mother.
“Geniuses struggle so mightily; common folk fare worse. The Derivation of Heavens Nine Volumes’ nature limits our Taiyan Sect to few disciples per era. With talents waning, expansion proves arduous. Soon, even our spot among the Ten Great Immortal Sects may slip away.”
“Such was the fate foretold for Taiyan Sect.”
“Absent the Dao Deviation Stone Mother.”
Chen Tianhai’s voice shifted abruptly.
“A mere shard of the Stone Mother empowers any mortal with derivation prowess rivaling a Dao Integration expert. What a wondrous marvel!”
“Young Lord, did you bring the white papers Yi Xing bore at his end?” Chen Tianhai turned to Sun Erlang and queried suddenly.
Sun Erlang then recalled them. He promptly retrieved the sheets.
“These sheets bear a name: Tribulation-Reversing Treasure Box. Former Taiyan Sect disciples used them routinely to hone derivation skills.”
“Forty-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine in total. Restore them to their primal sequence, and the treasure box reforms.”
“Care to attempt it, Young Master?” Chen Tianhai flung the papers skyward, letting them flutter chaotically, then smiled at Sun Erlang.
“Restore to order?”
Sun Erlang had examined those blank sheets earlier—all identical, unmarked.
“Pure chance, no hidden trick?” Sun Erlang probed cautiously.
Glancing at Chen Tianhai’s look, Sun Erlang did quick mental math. His complexion paled instantly.
He rejected it outright.
“Precisely. For mortals, an impossible feat across a lifetime. Yet for Taiyan Sect cultivators wielding the Dao Deviation Stone…”
“It’s instantaneous!”
Chen Tianhai tapped lightly. The airborne papers whirled furiously.
They slotted into place one after another.
All aligned at last. A dazzling burst revealed the opened treasure box.
A jade slip and blue crystal emerged.
The Dao Deviation Stone within the box resonated with the Stone Mother.
Bathed in the Mother’s luminescence, its hue deepened profoundly.
Chen Tianhai pocketed the jade slip first, then caressed the blue stone.
Lament flickered on his face. He regarded Sun Erlang and declared, “Young Master, this Dao Deviation Stone is yours now.”
Only as the stone touched his palm did Sun Erlang recover his wits.
“Ah?”