My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1224: Heaven-Defying Formless Net

Sun Luyuan stood speechless before Daoist Hundred Flowers' interrogation.

Swirling dark golden glazed light enveloped him. The overwhelming power beyond Dao Integration sent his spiritual sense into a frenzy of alarms, yet he remained utterly still.

“Junior… this junior…”

In the face of Daoist Hundred Flowers' nearly palpable killing intent, the typically silver-tongued Sun Luyuan struggled to form a full sentence.

For cultivators in the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, the Longevity Immortal Realm seemed impossibly remote.

“Hmph, exactly as little Tian described. Sneaky and up to no good.” A chilling glint flickered in Daoist Hundred Flowers’ eyes.

The dark golden light around Sun Luyuan stirred to life, starting to corrode his form.

“Rest assured. With my strength, even if Great Qi is a dragon’s lair or tiger’s den, I can still retreat unscathed.”

Suddenly, Sun Luyuan remembered the confident declaration he made to his younger brother prior to departure.

He couldn't shake off a profound feeling of ridiculousness.

“Could it be that I am really going to die here?”

Right as Sun Luyuan fell into despair awaiting his end, a melodious voice like celestial chimes intervened, halting Daoist Hundred Flowers' strike.

“Bring him before me.”

The calm tone brimmed with absolute command.

The wicked-looking youth's face shifted upon hearing it. His mischievous expression disappeared in a flash, replaced by a deep bow from a distance.

Daoist Hundred Flowers reacted swiftly too.

The once ferocious glazed light morphed into binding ropes that securely restrained Sun Luyuan.

Trailing after the pair, Sun Luyuan entered the loftiest spire palace within the Great Qi small world.

The vast hall inside stood empty and awe-inspiring.

A solitary figure occupied the highest seat.

Shrouded in enigmatic radiance, the person's features eluded Sun Luyuan's clear sight.

“Kneel!”

The wicked-looking youth commanded icily.

As a Dao Integration cultivator and key figure in the Guardian Hall, Sun Luyuan ranked near the top of the Immortal Alliance's power structure, second only to Dharma-Transmitters and Mirror Holders.

But in this small world's sovereign's presence, he dropped to his knees without a second thought.

Even a Longevity Immortal Realm expert would bow here—what was a Dao Integration cultivator like him?

“Greetings… Holy Emperor.”

Urged by the wicked-looking youth, Sun Luyuan uttered the words in a quaking voice.

“Sun Luyuan.” The Holy Emperor named him outright.

In mere sentences, the Holy Emperor unveiled nearly every detail of Sun Luyuan’s history.

This revelation chilled Sun Luyuan to the bone, leaving him trembling nonstop.

Yet the Holy Emperor's following words banished the cold, igniting immense delight within him: “I already know your purpose in coming. The Holy Dynasty does not oppose those from the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance who wish to pledge allegiance.”

“Fewer killings are always better.”

The Holy Emperor’s voice, laden with supreme authority, resounded through the palace.

“As the first to defect to the Holy Dynasty, you truly merit a reward.”

A frigid, crystalline light materialized beside the Holy Emperor and shot toward Sun Luyuan instantly.

It halted precisely before him.

“Hiss…”

A piercing cold assailed him, frosting over Sun Luyuan’s face.

Only by furiously cycling his spiritual energy could he drive away the freezing aura.

Peering intently, Sun Luyuan discovered a pale blue sword hovering there.

“This is the Icebound Myriad Years Sword. When its inner cold energy erupts, it can freeze an entire prefecture in the Xuanhuang Realm in a moment. Though you’ve reached the realm, your battle prowess is pathetically low. Fleeing works, but in a desperate fight, I doubt you’d overcome even a handful of my disciples.” The Holy Emperor remarked.

Sun Luyuan dared not argue, nodding vigorously in assent.

“Take this sword for your protection.”

With those words from the Holy Emperor, Sun Luyuan, ignoring the hostile stare from the wicked-looking youth, felt like he was dreaming as he refined and claimed the Icebound Myriad Years Sword.

“Thank you for your grace, Holy Emperor.” Sun Luyuan beamed with joy.

“Now that you’ve joined my Holy Dynasty, show full commitment from here on. Tian’er, he’s yours now.”

The wicked-looking youth bowed and replied: “Disciple understands.”

“You may both leave.” The Holy Emperor dismissed them evenly.

Daoist Hundred Flowers streaked away as escaping light first.

Sun Luyuan trailed Ou Shangtian out at a measured pace.

“You, come with me.” Ou Shangtian shot Sun Luyuan a glance and snorted coldly.

“May I know how I should address you?” Having gained a boon, Sun Luyuan brushed off the attitude and inquired with a shameless grin.

“Just call me General Ou.”

Ou Shangtian spoke no more than that. He guided Sun Luyuan directly into the Holy Capital of the Holy Dynasty, straight to the Holy Heart Hall.

This hall stood merely a notch below the Holy Emperor’s throne in status. It brimmed with over ten thousand gathered souls.

From elders to youths, everyone bore fervent expressions, all prostrating toward the statue at the hall's heart.

Though the statue's facial details stayed blurred, its form precisely mirrored the Holy Emperor that Sun Luyuan had encountered earlier.

All the Holy Dynasty citizens offering prayers here held cultivation bases.

Yet Sun Luyuan’s Dao Integration aura, still unveiled without intent, left these people utterly unaffected.

They stared unyieldingly at the Holy Emperor’s statue, utterly absorbed in their pious fervor.

Their consciousnesses appeared woven into a colossal web. No mere Dao Integration force could budge it even slightly.

Ou Shangtian escorted Sun Luyuan deeper, reaching a concealed chamber within the Holy Heart Hall.

Dozens of Holy Emperor devotees knelt inside the chamber.

Every one had advanced to the Golden Core realm, their loyalty to the Holy Emperor far surpassing those in the outer hall.

The Faceless Statue of the Holy Emperor dominated the secret chamber too.

“You should also make your vow and pray.” After sending the oath's text through transmission, Ou Shangtian commanded.

Sun Luyuan had no reason to reject it.

Copying the devotees, he knelt before the Holy Emperor’s statue and intoned the sacred words.

As he performed this rite, the Holy Emperor's grand and divine image blazed vividly before Sun Luyuan's eyes.

Even more startling, an intangible power surged from the emptiness.

It gradually clung to him, binding him inexorably to the Holy Emperor.

Sun Luyuan felt like a stray moth ensnared in a spider's trap—though unmoving, he plunged ever deeper into its grasp.

“What kind of method is this?”

Horror gripped Sun Luyuan's core. Even Mirror Holders relied on arcane methods to bind their underlings.

To seize such utter control through simple vows alone…

It defied all known precedents!

Yet Sun Luyuan understood there was no path of retreat now.

Upon completing the oath, Ou Shangtian’s demeanor shifted to one of clear approval.

He inclined his head faintly, as though hearkening to an unseen voice.

Then he told Sun Luyuan: “There is a restriction left by the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance in your body. If you rashly remove it, it may alert the other side. Let it remain for now.”

“But rest assured. With Master’s power protecting you, this restriction cannot harm you.”

Ou Shangtian’s assurances eased Sun Luyuan’s tensions greatly.

“Since you have already joined our Holy Dynasty, you cannot only take benefits without doing anything. Here is a list…”