My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1200: No One Can Save the Heavens from Collapsing

Long ago, upon first hearing the Du'e Sect's theory, Yi Shu dismissed it utterly, much like the majority of Taiyan Sect cultivators.

Rather than confronting an incoming calamity head-on, they opted to cower like turtles, banking on some nebulous, phantom savior. This approach lacked any foundation and introduced an erratic unknown.

Nevertheless, as one among the Ten Great Immortal Sects boasting a heritage from the Grand Mage of Heavenly Capital, the Du'e Sect's practices dated back to ancient eras. Their endurance through countless years demonstrated a distinctive verity.

Merely, those from outside failed to perceive the depths of the Du'e Sect.

Now, as Yi Shu reached this Holy Dynasty of Great Qi that appeared to erupt abruptly from stone fissures, beholding technologies matching the pinnacle of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance alongside an entirely novel cultivation method diverging sharply from existing norms—one poised to dismantle the Dharma-Transmitting Immortal Ancestor's bedrock in the Xuanhuang Realm.

Within Yi Shu's thoughts, the Du'e Sect's past declarations sprang vividly to mind.

Back then, the Great Calamity had barely revealed its omens. The chief figures of the Ten Immortal Sects convened to deliberate potential responses.

While every sect voiced its perspectives freely, the Du'e Sect alone displayed profound passivity.

"Fellow Daoists, as the saying goes, if mere struggle could avert a calamity, would it truly qualify as one?" Lu Chengheng, leader of the Du'e Sect, remained seated with downcast eyes, exuding utter transcendence.

"Is this why your Du'e Sect scattered those so-called all over?" Xiahou Yan, the fiery-tempered Lord of the Indeterminate Prison, scowled fiercely and shot back immediately.

"Xiahou, you fail to grasp it. These serve as essential steps to herald the Xuanhuang Calamity-Savior's arrival." Lu Chengheng replied calmly.

"Xuanhuang Calamity-Savior, nonsense. When calamity strikes, all life ends. With everyone gone, from where would this savior arise?" Xiahou Yan almost exploded in profanity.

"Are you doubting the Grand Mage's legacy?" Lu Chengheng's retort silenced Xiahou Yan instantly.

"Moreover, you all remain." Lu Chengheng grinned faintly, then continued with deep intent, "The Xuanhuang Realm won't crumble so readily. Amid this starry sea's Immortal Worlds, if any endures until the finale, it shall be ours."

The ten sect leaders absorbed this without contradiction.

Following a momentary hush, perhaps to ease concerns, Lu Chengheng offered a concise elaboration: “Crossing calamity isn't empty rhetoric. Vast tribulations and endless cycles of ruin and renewal form Heaven and Earth's inherent mechanism. The Immortal Realm's immense catastrophe might even fall within True Immortals' foresight.”

"Your constant alarm is needless. Observe the Grand Mage—has He betrayed any unrest?"

Xuan Ji, the hitherto quiet Taishang Sect master, at last interjected: "The Grand Mage's cultivation attains creation's heights. Amid immortal ruins, He strides effortlessly. Perils that could shatter the Xuanhuang Realm trouble Him not. We fall short. Brother Lu, I won't bar your seclusion. Yet against the calamity, you must contribute something substantial."

Beneath the assembly's unified scrutiny, Lu Chengheng nodded at last, conceding somewhat.

Yet his closing remark cast the gathered leaders into renewed stillness.

"One day, you'll realize our Du'e Sect stood correct."

Now, across millennia, the Taiyan Sect's collective mind and Yi Shu's form abruptly echoed Lu Chengheng's ancient words.

Having grasped the basics of 's mechanism, the Dao Deviation Stone Mother folded this element into its projections for the Xuanhuang Realm's destiny.

The once crystalline path ahead turned hazy and turbulent, akin to a tempest's fury.

Despite the Stone Mother's divine calculative might, bewilderment gripped it briefly.

The Taiyan Sect had previously striven to forge a revolutionary cultivation system upending the Immortal Ancestor paradigm.

But...

Inventing anew from void differed vastly from extrapolating futures from known data.

The Dao Deviation Stone Mother merely affirmed such a prospect's existence, though its odds were minuscule.

Dwarfed even by the Immortal Ancestor's survival odds against Longevity Immortal besiegers in that era.

Beyond the new method's creation hurdles lay the Immortal Ancestor's pervasive sway over the Xuanhuang Realm.

Much like how cultivators dismissed the realm's calamities and ignored millennia-spanning landscape shifts.

Deriving novelty embodied peak ingenuity.

It pitted directly against the Immortal Ancestor's dominance.

Hence, in the Dao Deviation Stone Mother's forecasts, attuned to the Dharma-Transmitting Immortal Ancestor's present might, a new method's emergence neared impossibility.

Yet an event defying all projections had transpired.

In the Xuanhuang Realm's obscure void-suspended nook, undetected by all.

Within a nascent power's domain.

Not merely had the innovative method surfaced stealthily, it had advanced to Golden Core!

It crashed like lightning, momentarily faltering even the Dao Deviation Stone Mother's computations.

For no known factors justified the new method's debut at this juncture.

Only the Xuanhuang Calamity-Savior—transcending logic, an extraneous factor—could account for it.

The Ten Sects had confidentially pondered the Xuanhuang Calamity-Savior.

Consensus neared unanimity: Should a savior exist, he'd hail from beyond the Xuanhuang Realm or reincarnate as a mighty being.

A local cultivator rising unaided to salvage the crumbling skies alone...

Lay utterly beyond feasibility.

Talent alone proved futile.

The Xuanhuang Realm's milieu could no longer nurture opposition to the Immortal Ancestor.

"What exactly is this Faceless Holy Emperor of Great Qi's origin?"

At this instant, within Yi Shu's psyche—or the Taiyan Sect's shared awareness—all disdain evaporated utterly.

They now viewed the Holy Dynasty of Great Qi as a peer, perchance superior.

And earnestly computed alliance prospects with the Holy Dynasty of Great Qi.

As ex-masters of the Xuanhuang Realm, squeezed by the Dharma-Transmitting Immortal Ancestor's Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance into the mere Taixuan small world, the Taiyan Sect nursed inescapable grudge.

Though territory and resources grew irrelevant, the loss of former holdings scarred their consciousness like an eternal haunt.

"Back then, sects like Grand Dao and Taishang feigned resistance to the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance yet secretly aligned, devolving into the Immortal Ancestor's puppets."

"Yet like us, their submission remains incomplete. They await only a spark."

The Holy Dynasty of Great Qi's rise, crowned by the novel method, ignited that faint hope for the Taiyan Sect.

Still, as a survivor of antiquity's cataclysms, it approached fate's pivots with extreme wariness.