My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1233: The Heavenly Dao Bestows Great Power

The viewpoint shifted back to a moment earlier.

Having absorbed the residual world will of the Congyun Sea and returned to the Great Qi small world, the Faceless Holy Emperor finally grasped a clearer understanding of his internal transformations.

Previously, he was compelled to devote his entire focus to the myriad of minute details within the Holy Dynasty, leaving little time for personal contemplation.

Now, however, without even expending a third of his might, Li Ping could effortlessly manage all affairs, regardless of their magnitude, within the Holy Dynasty.

Beyond a mere augmentation in the volume of his divine soul, Li Ping's senses also appeared to have grown more acute.

Gazing down upon this world, he detected the nascent, innocent consciousness of the small world that was being fostered due to its ascension. In the past, the Great Qi small world operated purely on instinct, lacking the distinct "personalized" expressions seen in the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao. Yet, through Li Ping's continuous modifications, the Great Qi small world had now fulfilled the preliminary requirements for developing self-awareness.

The genesis of a world's will is a protracted procedure. Based on Li Ping's estimations, at its current natural pace, it would necessitate at least a millennium.

However, should Li Ping continue to facilitate the ascension of Great Qi, this timeframe would be proportionally reduced.

The Great Qi small world achieved its present state entirely due to Li Ping's interventions. Furthermore, the destiny of the Great Qi Holy Dynasty had become intrinsically linked with Li Ping, and the burgeoning, unstoppable powerful fortune also exerted subtle, diverse influences upon the small world.

All were cultivators, brought into existence and nurtured by the heavens and the earth. But in Li Ping's unique circumstance, the current Great Qi small world felt more akin to an artifact of his own creation. The boon of origination rivaled that bestowed by heaven and earth as progenitors…

Seated regally upon the Holy Emperor’s throne, myriad profound realizations continuously bloomed within his mind.

These insights stemmed not only from his own cogitations but were also facilitated by this world itself.

Li Ping sensed he had apprehended some exceedingly vital information.

Yet, at this precise juncture, a premonitory warning in his heart abruptly shattered his thoughts.

"Hmm?"

Upon a swift investigation, Li Ping ascertained that within the intricate web of source power essence he had established, one of his intended catches exhibited signs of imminent escape.

Emanating from that individual were strands of peculiar fluctuations, seemingly striving to break free from the confinement of the luminous net.

"Sun Luyuan?"

Li Ping retained some recollection of this Dao Integration cultivator from the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, who had recently indicated a willingness to submit to the Holy Dynasty.

"Could it be that the forces of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance have uncovered this and initiated action?" Li Ping couldn't help but ponder.

However, he soon discerned the unfolding situation concerning Sun Luyuan.

"Huh?"

Li Ping's heart immediately grew somber.

Utilizing the source power essence residing within Sun Luyuan's being, Li Ping instantaneously materialized beside him.

Extending a hand, he placed it upon Sun Luyuan's shoulder, allowing surging, golden power to flow continuously into his body.

Shortly thereafter, Sun Luyuan's form, which had been gradually becoming translucent, re-solidified.

"Thank you, Holy Emperor, for preserving my life." Having grasped the gravity of the recent event, Sun Luyuan spoke, his face etched with residual terror and profound gratitude.

Li Ping slowly retracted his hand, yet his perception remained focused on Sun Luyuan's form.

He was unable to directly perceive the entity known as Qingfeng.

Even the external and celestial influences of Qingfeng's insights were beyond his grasp.

"You are quite intriguing."

Were it not for Qingfeng's voice momentarily sounding at that instant, Li Ping might have dismissed her as a mere hallucination of Sun Luyuan.

It was astonishing to find entities within the Xuanhuang Realm that he, Li Ping, could not observe.

"What precisely are you?"

His inquiry was not accusatory; rather, Li Ping asked with a degree of solemnity.

Sun Luyuan lowered his head, completely concealing the emotions on his face.

Unexpectedly, Qingfeng did not display anger: "I too wish to know."

"It is simply my regret that I have forgotten." She expressed with a touch of sorrow.

"My memory is rather deficient. Apart from Little Xu, Ah Liu, and a select few others, my recollections of the rest are not particularly vivid..."

"What is your name?" Qingfeng inquired.

"Li Ping." Li Ping responded briefly.

He detected an aura emanating from Qingfeng that bore resemblance to Yin Shangren, yet possessed a subtle distinction.

"Perhaps I can assist you in remembering." His intuition suggested that Qingfeng's hidden secrets might prove advantageous in the impending conflict against the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance. Thus, he made a proactive offer.

"Hee hee, I suspect your intentions are not entirely pure."

Abruptly, Qingfeng pierced through his thoughts with this single remark.

“Indeed, the number of people in this world who genuinely wish me well is exceedingly scarce,” Qingfeng’s voice lowered, dripping with renewed bitterness.

Upon hearing this, Li Ping felt a surge of golden source power bloom spontaneously within his being.

This was an unmistakable indicator that his innate defensive abilities had activated.

Since Qingfeng had made his move, Li Ping saw no reason to hold back.

Behind him, the imposing phantom of the Holy Dynasty materialized in full glory.

A torrent of golden radiance erupted from the phantom’s form.

It coalesced into an immense hand, which then directly grasped the very space Qingfeng occupied.

Li Ping reasoned that if direct observation was impossible, sealing and absconding with Qingfeng’s current domain, then dissecting it at leisure, was the next best course.

However, the enigmatic and unpredictable Qingfeng proved to be beyond such straightforward subjugation.

The colossal golden hand retracted into the Holy Dynasty’s phantom, leaving behind naught but a stark black void – undeniable evidence that a segment of space had utterly vanished.

Yet, Qingfeng’s voice still echoed from within that void.

“You intend to seize me and drag me away?”

“Do you desire eternal companionship? If so, why put up such a futile resistance?”

“Preposterous.” A frigid snort emanated from the Faceless Holy Emperor in response to Qingfeng’s query.

On Li Ping’s previously indistinct countenance, faint, blurred facial features began to coalesce.

These features, however, diverged from the ordinary human form, appearing as a manifestation of evolving energies.

Most striking were his eyes, twin silver-white vortices shimmering with the brilliance of the celestial river above.

“Powers of the heavens and earth, descend unto my form!”

Li Ping’s resonant voice boomed like rolling thunder.

The heavens over Luoyan Prefecture underwent an immediate transformation in hue, triggered by his command.

“If you seek to drag me down, your ability to bear such weight remains to be seen!”

Sensing an profound and immediate connection with the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao, Li Ping relinquished the shield of his golden source power, allowing Qingfeng’s peculiar energy to engulf him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Flashes of lightning illuminated the thick, dark clouds above, and a palpable tremor ran through the ground.

For a fleeting instant, Li Ping’s physical form seemed to lose its color.

But it rapidly regained its vibrancy.

Conversely, something was forcefully extracted from Qingfeng’s side: indistinct, spectral imagery!

“Found you!”

Two luminous beams erupted from Li Ping’s vortex-like eyes.

They acted as ethereal chains, ensnaring Qingfeng and rendering him immobile.

“Emerge from there!”

Li Ping roared with fierce intensity. The immense golden hand reappeared, its presence commanding.

It seized the gleaming silver chains with a decisive grip and exerted a powerful tug.

The small, black spatial rift, which had been in the process of self-repair, suddenly convulsed, threatening to violently expand outwards.