My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1271: When the False Is Taken as True, the False Becomes True

Having effortlessly dispatched Sun Luyao, Li Fan's clone remained stationary within the ethereal realm, his countenance stern as he engaged in silent contemplation.

"Return to [Truth], [Truth], [Truth]..." the words echoed in his mind. The surrounding panorama began to waver and fade.

In the subsequent moment, brilliance returned.

"When the illusory is mistaken for the real, the illusory also gains reality."

Seven monumental characters materialized before Li Fan, emanating a serene luminescence that spoke of eternity. This inscription appeared each time he invoked [Truth], and after countless iterations, it had become intimately familiar.

Yet, now, having unearthed the profoundly concealed secrets of the Xuanhuang Realm's original world-protecting formation, these seven words resonated with an entirely altered significance in Li Fan's perception.

"The false is also true, the false is also true..."

A considerable duration elapsed before Li Fan emitted another low, unsettling chuckle.

There was no question that the mere glimpse into the profound depths, revealed by the original world-protecting formation, had presented Li Fan with a startling possibility.

A realization that sent a shiver down his spine, proving difficult to fully grasp.

"True, false."

"Who is genuine, and who is counterfeit?"

"Indeed, none of this truly matters. So long as I possess the sole control button, I embody the Truth itself."

"I am the only one!"

The Frenzy that had clouded Li Fan's eyes gradually receded, and the abyssal darkness within them slowly yielded to clarity.

He appeared to revert to his former self, the esteemed Grand Preceptor Li, whose influence could sway the imperial court with a single gesture.

At the juncture when the very bedrock of existence trembles and hangs precariously on the precipice, when the demarcation between verity and delusion becomes indistinguishable and unverifiable.

The sole recourse is to cling resolutely to that steadfast, unalterable anchor.

[Truth] might indeed surpass even the machinations of the Immortal Realm implemented upon the lower planes, or it could conceivably be merely an integral component of the mechanisms designed by the Immortal Realm.

For the Li Fan of the present, this remained an unresolvable enigma.

Despite his prior attempts to manipulate external variables beyond the Darkest Star Sea in an effort to ascertain the extent of [Truth]'s dominion.

Reflecting now, it seemed plausible that those supplementary variables situated beyond the High Wall were intentionally introduced to the reconstructed reality subsequent to the advent of [Truth].

The genuine article remained elusive.

However...

Irrespective of whether he had succumbed to such a predicament, Li Fan considered it an immense stroke of fortune that the reset mechanism, the single constant amidst infinite fluctuations, had perpetually remained within his grasp.

Consequently, to unearth the ultimate answer, his course of action mirrored his past endeavors to attain immortality and sovereignty.

He would initiate restarts, time and again, drawing sustenance from the infinite possibilities originating from the Xuanhuang Realm, the Darkest Star Sea, and even realms extending beyond the cosmic expanse.

Thus achieving ultimate transcendence. Should he encounter any entity capable of contending for that control, he would simply eradicate it.

Upon reaching the absolute conclusion of all things, the answer would invariably manifest itself.

Currently, for Li Fan, apart from the Immortal Ancestor and the Heavenly Doctor, one additional impediment stood squarely in his path.

An unknown entity, posing a more formidable threat, impossible to disregard, and urgently demanding resolution.

This was the enigmatic individual who had absconded with one of the formation cores of the primordial Xuanhuang world-protecting array, the Nine Star Red Bead.

"The Nine Star Red Bead must hold comprehensive characteristic data of the Xuanhuang populace preceding the world-protecting formation's collapse. With the Red Bead in possession, discerning similar conclusions to mine should not prove overly arduous."

"Given such a profound chasm in power, the prudent course of action, prior to devising a counter-strategy, would be to remain concealed."

"Alternatively, upon confirming the complete annihilation of the Immortal Realm, wielding a divine artifact, this individual might harbor unprecedented ambitions and commence their own clandestine preparations."

Li Fan's gaze traversed the vacant formation core resting before him.

"Perhaps I can uncover some trace of clues from the other cores of the Primordial Grand Formation."

However, with the spirit of the Boundless Mirror annihilated, further investigation was beyond his present capabilities.

That would necessitate a deferral to a subsequent existence.

Li Fan's clone gave a slight shake of his head, his form dissolving into a beam of dark light as he ascended from the subterranean confines.

…

Within the Sun family's secret chamber.

An inexplicable wave of sorrow abruptly washed over him, tears tracing involuntary paths down his cheeks. Disregarding all else, Sun Luyuan hastened back from his external activities and burst into the underground sanctum. Upon beholding the Boundless Mirror suspended serenely before him, an object of profound familiarity, he couldn't help but exhale a breath of profound relief.

"Junior brother?"

Sun Luyuan inquired softly.

Sun Luyao's silhouette promptly materialized from the depths of the Boundless Mirror. "Elder brother? Were you seeking me?"

"What is it?" Sun Luyao questioned, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.

Sun Luyuan's mind suddenly faltered. For reasons unknown, despite the figure before him being an exact replica of his memory, an unsettling sense of unfamiliarity pervaded the encounter.

Sun Luyuan remained frozen in place for an extended period, lost in thought.

Eventually, he responded with a vacant expression, "It's nothing serious. Perhaps recent fatigue has made me overly suspicion."

Sun Luyao’s gaze filled with concern. "Brother, you must prioritize your health. The future prosperity of the Sun family rests upon your shoulders."

Sun Luyuan offered a faint smile.

After conveying a series of meticulous instructions, he departed from the subterranean chamber.

Unbeknownst to Sun Luyuan, Sun Luyao did not, as he habitually did, observe his elder brother's receding figure or bid him farewell.

Instead, all semblance of emotion vanished from his face instantly. Without a moment's delay, he retreated back into the depths of the Boundless Mirror.

At the very instant the genuine Sun Luyao met his end, the final vestiges of his divine sense, a leftover of his existence, lost its anchor.

It had been absorbed and integrated into the counterfeit Boundless Mirror, transforming into a mere automaton, capable only of mechanical responses.

Despite its semblance of life, it was ultimately an imitation, not a true being.

It was not the authentic Sun Luyao.

Not long after, Li Fan’s clone materialized, carrying the now vacant husk of the Boundless Mirror.

"If the artifact lacks a spirit, I shall forge one myself," Li Fan declared.

He then summoned the faint echo of Sun Luyao’s residual will. After a thorough examination, a cold resolve settled upon him.

Within this fragment of divine sense lay the entirety of Sun Luyao’s memories from his living days.

His personality, his distinct way of thinking – all were preserved.

In principle, a complete "resurrection" was entirely feasible.

"While I may not possess legendary artifacts like the Indeterminate Copper Ring or the Nine Star Red Bead."

"There is no need to concern myself with a physical vessel. This is simply a genuine replication of a wisp of divine sense, a far more manageable undertaking."

Recalling intricate details of ancient formations, and aided by the continuous calculations of the Final Dissociation Disc, a simplified iteration of the Primordial World Protection Grand Formation began to materialize.

"Simulation, Myriad Forms of Living Beings."

"A fitting designation, indeed."

Adhering to the nomenclature convention of the three immortal-grade formations he had already mastered, Li Fan bestowed this name upon his creation.

Subsequently, he commenced the endeavor to "create" and "revive" Sun Luyao.

To ensure a contingency, Li Fan first meticulously divided Sun Luyao’s remnant will into multiple segments for safekeeping.

Then, one of these meticulously preserved portions was carefully placed within the simplified simulation formation.

An aura of profound mystery gradually emanated from the heart of the formation. As the intricate mechanisms of the formation whirred to life, a figure of Sun Luyao re-emerged within a soft, pale luminescence.

A newfound vitality sparkled in his eyes, and his interactions with Li Fan flowed with effortless naturalness.

In mere moments, their divine senses exchanged countless messages, leaving no trace of artifice.

Yet, Li Fan still gave a slight shake of his head and dissolved the construct.

"It's far too authentic. So authentic, in fact, that it feels utterly false."