My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1234: Ink Death Erases Traces of Shadow
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
As the expanse of Luoyan Prefecture within the Xuanhuang Realm fractured and collapsed, Qingfeng was inexorably drawn out, revealing her true form.
She manifested as a willow tree, its branches and leaves dancing wildly in the tempest!
Yet, Qingfeng was no mere arboreal spirit. While initially appearing as a willow, a closer examination revealed a profound amalgamation of various tree characteristics.
Once the majority of Qingfeng’s true body was exposed, the series of silver chains ceased their advance, hovering suspended in the empty air.
It seemed they had encountered an insurmountable barrier.
Despite her outward disarray, Qingfeng exhibited no outward signs of suffering. Peculiarly, she continued to murmur to herself, as if Li Ping’s actions had indeed unearthed long-buried recollections.
“This place is…”
“What events have transpired throughout the ages?”
“Am I truly Qingfeng? No, that moniker was bestowed by Xuyuan. My original name was…”“It was…”
“Tian…”
“Tianyin?!”
Another pulse of silver luminescence erupted from the depths of the willow.
It streaked directly towards Li Ping.
The speed of this silver radiance was astonishing, reaching Li Ping’s face almost instantaneously upon its emergence.
Its trajectory was aimed precisely at his mind, targeting the very core of his consciousness.
The innate defensive mechanisms of the golden source power essence reacted with equal, unimaginable swiftness.
A protective barrier materialized before Li Fan, clashing forcefully with the incoming silver glow.
There was no cataclysmic explosion, only an intense, silent dissolution of their combined lights.
“Flee?”
Concurrently, Li Ping perceived a subtle message being conveyed by the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao.
It was a stark warning, an urgent injunction to make haste and escape.
Li Ping’s heart constricted with apprehension. His gaze intensified forward.
Under the relentless attrition of the golden source power essence, the brilliant silver glow gradually relinquished its veil, exposing its true form.
It was, in fact, an unassuming silver needle.
Though the luminous aura encasing it diminished, the palpable sense of peril it posed to Li Ping remained undiminished.
“At this juncture, empowered by the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao, I stand on the precipice of the Longevity Immortal realm, a mere half-step away.”
“Yet, I find myself locked in a frustrating stalemate with a minuscule silver needle…”
No despair settled in Li Ping’s heart, only a nascent ember of indignation.
Accompanying this silver needle, an aged and benevolent visage materialized in Li Ping’s consciousness.
“It is unequivocally linked to the inhabitants of the Heavenly Law Realm.”
“To sow discord within the Xuanhuang Realm, such transgressions warrant the harshest penalty!”
A torrent of killing intent surged through Li Ping.
However, he recognized his current inadequacy against the might of the Heavenly Doctor. A tactical retreat was the only prudent course of action.
The silver chains gripped tightly in his hand suddenly slackened. Qingfeng, or perhaps more accurately, Tianyin, began to fade into transparency once more.
“Go.”
In this critical moment, Li Ping could no longer afford to remain concerned for her.
While fending off the silver needle’s relentless assault, he prepared to extricate himself from Luoyan Prefecture.
Even amidst this dire predicament, he did not neglect to seize the profoundly bewildered Sun Luyuan, bringing him along.
Enveloped by the golden source power, Li Ping’s form began to recede.
The Heavenly Doctor’s silver needle did not pursue. Instead, it retreated into Tianyin’s being, re-submerging her into an intangible, formless state.
Just before his complete departure, Li Ping faintly discerned a mournful sigh echoing through the heavens.
“Tianyin drifts faintly, like a lost soul whose home it seeks…”
“Tianyin drifts faintly, like a lost soul whose home it seeks.”
Following Li Ping’s complete disappearance from Luoyan Prefecture, the extraordinary celestial disturbances did not abate.
On the contrary, they intensified with alarming ferocity.
Flashes of lightning descended with unrestrained fury. The tempestuous skies portended an apocalyptic finale.
Or perhaps, the true end of all had indeed arrived.
For a figure cloaked in an obsidian darkness, reminiscent of solidified ink, had materialized within Luoyan Prefecture.
Were Li Fan present, he would undoubtedly recognize this familiar entity without hesitation.
It was none other than the Spirit of Heaven and Earth, Ink Death!
As the ultimate instrument of destruction wielded by the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao, it had decisively descended in the wake of Li Ping’s departure.
Ink Death first cast a glance in the direction Li Ping had vanished.
Then, it fragmented, dividing from one into ten thousand, and from ten thousand into countless billions.
Without a moment’s hesitation, it seamlessly transformed into an infinite expanse of ink.
Its objective was nothing less than the complete obliteration of Luoyan Prefecture.
With Ink Death’s arrival, the speed of its inexorable spread far surpassed that of the Ink Death Sea Destruction previously encountered by Li Fan.
The cultivators residing within Luoyan Prefecture found themselves with no opportunity to mount a defense or effect an escape.
In the mere span of a single tea break, Luoyan Prefecture, once a place of somber beauty with lingering traces of life, was utterly annihilated, reduced to an absolute void.
The abrupt manifestation of Ink Death naturally drew the attention of numerous reclusive powerhouses scattered throughout the Xuanhuang Realm.
However, by this moment, Luoyan Prefecture had ceased to exist.
Even if they harbored the desire to unearth any residual clues, they were utterly powerless to do so.
The repercussions from Ink Death's sudden obliteration of an entire prefecture were only just beginning to unfold.
Within the Holy Dynasty's Great Qi, on the Holy Emperor's throne.
Li Ping sat erect. The residual power of the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao clinging to him had already conveyed the events that transpired in Luoyan Prefecture.
He understood this was the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao's method to shield him from potential probing or tracking by Heavenly Doctor.
Furthermore, as Luoyan Prefecture was originally a fractured piece of the Heavenly Law Realm, the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao had acted with utmost swiftness in its purification.
“That woman's name is Tianyin?”
“She possesses the same prescience of people's hearts as Heavenly Doctor.”
“She exists without form or substance, concealed within the Xuanhuang Realm. Beyond her inherent capabilities, it is also highly probable that Heavenly Doctor's silver needle offers her support.”
“While her ultimate objective remains unclear, for the Xuanhuang Realm itself, this development is undoubtedly detrimental.”
Though this encounter with Heavenly Doctor had concluded without success, it had, at the very least, illuminated the considerable chasm between Li Ping and Heavenly Doctor.
“The Dharma-Transmitting Immortal Ancestor wields even greater might.”
“It appears the path I must tread is still exceedingly long.”
“However, the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao's power I tapped into this time was constrained. My initial intention was merely to subdue that woman. Had the situation escalated to a life-or-death confrontation, the support from the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao could have intensified manifold.”
“My Holy Dynasty Great Qi still holds boundless potential.”
“Moreover, the Fishing Pond is an unparalleled treasure. It might yet yield unexpected boons from beyond the High Walls.”
Self-pity was not in Li Ping's nature.
Following a brief setback, he immediately commenced an analysis, seeking avenues for resolution.
“But this alone is still insufficient.”
Li Ping's thoughts naturally drifted back to the sealed malevolent thoughts of the Xuanhuang Realm.
Having, on this occasion, absorbed the remnants within the Congyun Sea, his comprehension of the world's will had become significantly sharper.
“If I manage to devour the Xuanhuang's wicked emanations…”
“Once the Xuanhuang's power is restored to its full measure, I shall undergo another profound transformation.”
“It seems this undertaking must be prioritized.”
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As Li Ping remained engrossed in contemplation, Sun Luyuan trembled uncontrollably, concealed beneath the Holy Emperor's seat, too terrified to stir.
The entirety of what he had just witnessed—the Holy Emperor before him, Tianyin, and that silver needle—had left Sun Luyuan profoundly shaken.
He was, by all accounts, a cultivator at the Dao Integration stage, yet in their presence, he felt as vulnerable as a mere child, utterly powerless to resist.
“What is your assessment of that woman, Tianyin?”
After a considerable pause, the voice of the Heavenly Mandate Holy Emperor reached Sun Luyuan's ears.
Sun Luyuan flinched, his face contorting into a grimace of despair.