My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1215: Scouring the Dark Sea
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
“If that day truly comes, Senior, please don’t forget to bring me along.” Moments later, Sun Erlang chuckled and joked.
“No problem.” Yi Shu cast a glance at Sun Erlang and nodded affirmatively.
Sun Erlang stood there in shock right away.
“Your master hasn’t shown up in the Great Qi Small World lately? His presence has vanished from my senses.” Yi Shu shifted away from the subject and questioned.
Sun Erlang furrowed his brows at these words: “Indeed. No idea where he went. As far as I recall, this marks the first time he’s ever departed from the Holy Dynasty.”
Yi Shu gazed at the towering Holy Emperor’s Throne, which appeared even more imposing, while myriad lights and shadows flickered briefly in his eyes.
In the hidden chamber below the Holy Emperor’s Throne, where the You Clan members were confined.
More than a thousand You Clan individuals arranged in rings, chanting and enacting a enigmatic ceremony.
At the heart of their circle loomed a jet-black gateway that swallowed every trace of light.
Traversing this eerie black portal connected to the far side of the Xuanhuang Realm, known as the Dark Sea.
Holy Emperor Li Ping lingered within it at present.
Yin Shangren accompanied him.
Within the Dark Sea, sight, hearing, and even divine sense failed to convey anything.
Nevertheless, Holy Emperor Li Ping still perceived Yin Shangren’s murmurs close to his ear.
It felt like some deep power clung directly to his skin, enabling close communion.
Entry into the Dark Sea cut off his link to the Holy Dynasty’s fortune.
Right now, Li Ping’s power was utterly feeble. Even a mere Soul Transformation cultivator from the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance could slay him with ease.
Yet, as the fated Holy Emperor of the Holy Dynasty in this foreign shadowy domain, Li Ping harbored zero fear in his heart.
For a mysterious energy coursed through his body, undetectable by typical cultivators.
A nearly divine golden, immense force.
The You Clan breeding scheme advanced flawlessly.
It bypassed the entire growth phase; newborns emerged as fully developed adults with peak physical capabilities.
Though the cost was a sharper drop in lifespan, projected at just three to five years.
Still, with ceaseless output from the flesh factories, the numbers of You Clan devotees praying devotedly for the Holy Emperor in the Holy Dynasty remained assured.
Once the You Clan numbers surpassed four digits, the daily yield of vow power essence had grown substantial.
Through Li Ping’s intentional control and interweaving, a massive golden web took shape inside him, rooted at his heart.
Source power essence flowed like a ceaseless torrent. At this point, Holy Emperor Li Ping could unleash myriad wondrous divine abilities with a simple motion, without relying on his cultivation base.
For instance, a single thought let him track the vow power essence’s origin and instantly teleport back to the Great Qi Holy Dynasty from anywhere in the Xuanhuang Realm. Even under interference from rival powers, it might merely delay his arrival; total blockage proved impossible.
Furthermore, upon assault, the vast net of source power essence would instinctively shield and retaliate.
Given the current expanse of this golden net in his body, Holy Emperor Li Ping firmly believed no Longevity Immortal from the Xuanhuang Realm could detain him.
Excepting the Immortal Ancestor, naturally.
This formed the root of his boldness in risking this perilous trip into the Dark Sea personally.
Via Yin Shangren’s world specter power, the pair exchanged words continuously.
“Haven’t you detected the oddity here?” Yin Shangren’s voice echoed sporadically; his true form stayed hidden.
“Pure darkness; nothing else.” Holy Emperor Li Ping replied gravely.
“Ah, yes. Unlike me, it’s expected you can’t catch those noises. The faint echoes of figures and happenings from every epoch in the Xuanhuang Realm ebb and flow in this Dark Sea...”
With Yin Shangren’s guidance, Li Ping grasped the peculiarity he described.
The Nether Realm gathered those Xuanhuang Realm forces straying from the Immortal Ruins’ influence.
These elements, once integral to the Xuanhuang Realm, drew toward the Nether Realm for reasons unknown, carrying along bits of “information”—perhaps audio snippets or scattered visuals.
Or even an intact divine thought.
Across ages, crushed by local forces, they all plummeted into the Dark Sea.
“So the Dark Sea buzzes with activity, in truth.” Li Ping mused.
“Not quite. This place’s nature forces all data into stillness. I merely glean these temporal shards by devouring them. Recall your query on the You Clan’s unique physique? I believe I’ve uncovered the truth.”
At that, Li Ping sensed a disturbance in the gloom behind him.
Yin Shangren had materialized abruptly.
Clashing with the surrounding blackness, the tiny vortex aura about him let Li Ping distinctly “perceive” his form.
“View the Immortal Ruins’ power as gravitational pull, then the Nether Realm’s sustaining force acts like repulsion. Unlike the Immortal Ruins’ steady draw, this repulsion surges periodically, like tidal waves. Over eons of such sweeps, it birthed this bizarre entity in the Xuanhuang Realm.”
Awe laced Yin Shangren’s voice.
Though he’d long known of this area vaguely, he’d never delved into it thoroughly before.
This close scrutiny left him awestruck by the Dark Sea’s wonders.
“External forces fuel the attraction beyond the Xuanhuang Realm. Repulsion springs from the realm’s core. But not from its own heavens and earth...”
Yin Shangren paused briefly, as if computing.
“Should my theory hold, this rhythmic innate repulsion derives from the ancient Xuantian Sect’s [Floating Across the Starry Sky Grand Formation]!”
Mentioning this array shifted Yin Shangren’s tone to something nuanced.
Some bitter recollections seemed to stir in his thoughts.
Yet he swiftly quelled that inherent sentiment and pressed on with his breakdown.
“Now it makes sense. Floating across, floating across—without defying the Immortal Ruins’ pull that spawned the Darkest Star Sea, how could it drift the infinite starry ocean?”
“In contrast, the golden chains merely dredge other worlds as resources to bolster itself. A side effect at best.”
“Truly the Xuanhuang Realm’s supreme formation, unrivaled through the ages. Shame it lies broken now, and unless I err, each Dark Sea repulsion wave drains the Xuanhuang heavens and earth. Once, plundering other worlds replenished that loss.”
“But eras shift; the realm struggles just to endure, let alone fuel the dark repulsion.”
A hint of malicious glee colored Yin Shangren’s rare inflection.