My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1250: Stone Tablet Falls into the Pond

The aged Daoist paused, but eventually, he advanced with deliberate steps to position himself before the Faceless Holy Emperor.

Beside Li Ping's colossal stature, measuring three zhang and three chi, the stooped Daoist appeared minuscule, like an infant.

Li Ping gently laid his palm upon Ruomu's head.

Boom!

The panorama before Ruomu dissolved instantly.

In a fleeting moment, it seemed as though he had departed the lifespan refining space.

He found himself transported to an immeasurable, dark expanse of the cosmos.

A resplendent golden vortex, akin to a swirling galaxy, spun majestically.

Within the heart of this galactic phenomenon, the colossal figure of the Faceless Holy Emperor could be faintly discerned.

As one of the most ancient entities within the Xuanhuang Realm, Ruomu possessed an innate understanding of the power that emanated from this presence.

The lingering vestige of discontent within his heart gradually faded, vanishing entirely.

Ruomu reverted to his true form. He was no longer the disheveled, aged human Daoist, but rather a diminutive, desiccated yellow sapling, appearing alarmingly frail.

Set against the immensity of the golden vortex galaxy, he seemed no larger than an ant.

His meager branches and leaves swayed softly, a silent testament to Ruomu's absolute submission.

The form of the Faceless Holy Emperor rapidly augmented, instantly engulfing Ruomu's entire visual field.

Simultaneously, the golden galaxy erupted with a tremendous roar.

An unending cascade of starlight enveloped Ruomu completely.

By the time Ruomu regained consciousness from the illusion, Li Ping's presence had already vanished.

“Await patiently.”

“When your necessity arises, you shall be summoned.”

Only Li Ping's voice continued to reverberate within his mind.

Moreover, Li Ping's initial pledge remained unbreached.

Ruomu could sense with clarity that his connection to the Xuanhuang Realm was steadily being re-established.

While recreating the splendor of his former peak might now be an insurmountable task.

At the very least, a sense of hope had now taken root.

Furthermore…

Ruomu gazed at his own hand.

Alongside the familiar green leaf, a small, verdant bottle had inexplicably materialized.

This was undoubtedly a parting gift left by the Faceless Holy Emperor prior to his departure.

An innate comprehension of how to manipulate the embedded restrictions bloomed within his mind. Ruomu followed these imprinted directions and opened the diminutive green bottle.

A pristine influx of vital essence surged forth from the green vessel.

Though it could not rival the direct sustenance provided by the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao, for Ruomu in his present condition, it represented an unparalleled restorative boon.

Ruomu eagerly consumed every last drop of vitality from the green bottle in a single, prolonged draught.

Only when not a molecule remained did he reluctantly cease his consumption.

However, Ruomu soon observed that the vitality within the small green bottle had not entirely depleted.

It was gradually replenishing itself autonomously.

What astounded Ruomu even further was that the generation of this vital essence did not draw upon any external energy source.

It was as if the vitality was being conjured entirely by the green bottle itself.

“A truly exquisite treasure indeed.”

Ruomu smacked his lips with an unrefined gusto.

“This artifact does not appear to originate from the Xuanhuang Realm.”

Ruomu contemplated for a brief spell, then adopted a wry smile.

“Why concern myself with such trivialities? As long as sustenance is available, all is well.”

“My situation cannot possibly devolve to a worse state than before.”

Only through profound loss does one truly grasp the immense value of what was once possessed.

Should anyone dare to attempt to wrest these newfound possessions from him again…

Then, regardless of whether the antagonist was the venerable Immortal Ancestor himself, Ruomu would muster the courage to retaliate fiercely.

The Earth Vein Ancient Tree also found itself ensnared within the network of source power essence meticulously cast by the Faceless Holy Emperor.

Consequently, after Ruomu's capitulation, the Earth Vein Ancient Tree perceived a subtle shift. Yet, lacking certainty, it could only experience a mounting sense of disquiet with each passing day.

“Now that I am a vassal of the Holy Emperor and bask in His protection, surely He would not dare to inflict harm upon me?” The ancient tree sought solace in this self-consoling thought.

The Earth Vein Ancient Tree held a clear understanding that in this world, perhaps only the Holy Emperor possessed the capability to preserve its existence.

The greater its utility to the Holy Dynasty, the more secure its continued survival would be.

Thus, the Earth Vein Ancient Tree harbored a fervent desire to demonstrate its worth to the Holy Emperor.

Regrettably, from the moment it arrived within the Great Qi Holy Dynasty, it seemed to have been entirely overlooked. No emissary had come to seek it out.

Even the previously assigned duty of overseeing the earth veins of the Great Qi minor world had not undergone any inspection.

This prolonged neglect left the Earth Vein Ancient Tree in a state of considerable despondency.

However, on this particular day, the long-awaited opportunity for its grand debut finally presented itself.

The distinguished visitor was none other than the Holy Emperor's fifth disciple, Ou Shangtian.

“Does this represent the intricate schematic of the Xuanhuang Realm's subterranean currents?”

Ou Shangtian gestured towards the displayed image, posing his inquiry.

It was an elaborate tapestry, densely interwoven, resembling a vast subterranean network that extended its reach to every concealed corner of the Xuanhuang Realm.

Much like the pulsating circulatory system within a mortal body, these currents demonstrated a continuous ebb and flow. The spectacle evoked a distinctly unsettling sensation.

The Earth Vein Ancient Tree offered a gentle nod, replying: “Young Revered perceives with remarkable acuity.”

Ou Shangtian appeared visibly pleased by the ancient tree's deferential flattery, readily accepting the appellation of “Young Revered.”

“I heard from Senior Sister Lin Ling that while traversing the earth vein currents, the Xuanhuang Realm’s Heavenly Dao naturally provides concealment, making detection by the common folk difficult. Is this accurate?” Ou Shangtian inquired once more.

“It is indeed so,” the Earth Vein Ancient Tree affirmed, extending a desiccated branch. “Young Revered One, please observe.”

Ou Shangtian perceived the surge of earth vein current power flowing within the withered branch and expressed mild discontent: “I perceive nothing particularly extraordinary about this. How can it possibly obscure the senses of others?”

A faint smile touched the Earth Vein Ancient Tree’s form. “Young Revered One must grasp that grains of sand accumulate to form towering structures, and droplets of water converge into mighty rivers. A singular point of earth vein power may appear negligible. However, when the earth vein currents of the entire Xuanhuang Realm unite, their collective force becomes immense and formidable, capable of unleashing thunderous power.”

“Ultimately, the circulation of earth veins constitutes a vital element in the Xuanhuang Realm’s sustained equilibrium. This ancient one merely holds transient dominion over it. In contrast to the infinite principles governing the entirety of the Xuanhuang Realm, ordinary cultivators are akin to insignificant ants, naturally overlooked.”

Ou Shangtian gazed absently at the schematic representation of the earth vein currents, his mind sinking into profound contemplation.

After a considerable interval, he regained his senses, returned the earth vein withered branch, and issued an instruction: “Excellent. I am embarking on a mission assigned by my Master shortly, and your assistance may be required.”

The Earth Vein Ancient Tree had been anticipating precisely this moment. Upon hearing his words, it was filled with immense joy: “Young Revered One may issue any command freely. I shall offer my unwavering assistance with utmost sincerity.”

“Within the Xuanhuang Realm resides an elder whose cultivation is unfathomable, and who bears a stone tablet upon his back… are you aware of such an individual?” Ou Shangtian interrogated the Earth Vein Ancient Tree.

The Ancient Tree’s demeanor shifted abruptly. Its prior eagerness dissipated instantaneously.

It fixated upon Ou Shangtian with disbelief, and after a prolonged silence, ventured a query: “Young Revered One, does the Holy Dynasty contemplate taking action against Senior Stone Tablet?”

“Pray forgive my directness, but the Stone Tablet represents a genuine Longevity Immortal realm cultivator who has attained the Dao many eons ago.”

Ou Shangtian gestured dismissively, a touch of impatience coloring his tone: “I am fully cognizant of the might possessed by this so-called Stone Tablet. Longevity Immortal realm!”

“Compared to Master, it amounts to nothing!”

“Rest assured. My sole responsibility is to entice him to a designated rendezvous point.”

Upon hearing Ou Shangtian’s assurance, the Earth Vein Ancient Tree experienced a degree of relief.

That enigmatic and awe-inspiring Faceless Holy Emperor had already subjugated its progenitor. Confronting this Stone Tablet should not present an insurmountable challenge.

The ancient tree’s vitality seemed to return: “Young Revered One, may I inquire as to the specifics of my role in this undertaking?”

Ou Shangtian meticulously detailed the elaborate scheme. The ancient tree deliberated before nodding in agreement, signifying the absence of any substantial obstacles.

“Time is of the essence. As soon as I have conferred with Master, I shall depart without delay.”

The ancient tree responded: “My primary form remains rooted within the Xuanhuang Realm. Provided Young Revered One issues a summons, I can manifest instantly.”

Ou Shangtian hastened his steps towards the Holy Emperor’s grand hall.

Upon his exit, the apprehension that had previously clouded his features had entirely vanished.

“I am equipped with the Kun-Qian Bone Hand and fortified by the Seven-Colored Jade Void Glimmering Light. Furthermore, I have received potent artifacts from Master on this occasion and have dedicated considerable effort to studying formations.”

“My task is simply to lure him towards the Fishing Pond; the objective will then be achieved. This should present no significant difficulties.”

“However, is the Fishing Pond not a hallowed ground within our Holy Dynasty? Why would Master instruct me to lead a formidable adversary to such a location? Is he unconcerned by potential repercussions?”

Ou Shangtian pondered this perplexing question but could not arrive at a satisfactory answer.

Ultimately, he dismissed the need for further contemplation. He departed the Great Qi minor world and proceeded directly towards the Nine Mountain Prefecture, affiliated with the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance.

Leveraging the potent earth vein currents, he traversed the distance in mere moments, arriving within the territorial bounds of the Nine Mountain Prefecture.

Ou Shangtian conducted a test and confirmed that the spatial fabric in this region was indeed somewhat unstable and brittle.

He surmised that initiating instantaneous movement techniques prematurely could potentially fracture the space itself, resulting in his absorption into spatial turbulence and his irreversible disappearance.

“Nevertheless, aerial traversal remains entirely feasible. These nine majestic peaks might pose a challenge to ordinary cultivators, but they are incapable of impeding me, shielded as I am by the seven-colored divine light.”

With this thought, the Seven-Colored Jade Void Glimmering Light, under his deliberate command, formed a luminous corona encircling his person. Resembling a blazing sun suspended in the heavens, it continuously emanated its distinctive aura. Not long after, with a mere mental exertion, a set of armor radiating the identical seven-hued brilliance materialized upon Ou Shangtian’s form.

His Master's admonition echoed as if it were yesterday: "This artifact is named the Flowing Light Armor. It has been meticulously crafted from the essence of nine heavens lightning and the ethereal morning mist neon. Upon donning it, one's aerial velocity can truly contend with lightning itself, and it possesses the ability to nullify the vast majority of offensive techniques."

Ou Shangtian decided to put it to the test.

With his sights set upon the distant mountain peak, a mere flicker of his consciousness was all it took; in the blink of an eye, he found himself standing triumphantly at its summit.

"Incredible speed!" Even Ou Shangtian, the one who initiated this trial, couldn't suppress a surge of astonishment within his heart.