My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1389: Several Visitors of High Wall

Once, twice.

Li Fan swept his divine sense over the storyteller repeatedly, but he still could not find the reason that had caused the Immortal Formation to misjudge him.

'Perhaps it is not because of him personally...'

With his brows furrowed, Li Fan carefully searched through the objects nearby.

In the end, his gaze fell upon the storyteller's wooden clapper.

'This thing...'

At first glance, it seemed completely ordinary, merely a black piece of wood.

But when Li Fan drew it into his hand, the moment he came into contact with it, his soul actually felt a faint, refreshing coolness.

'Hm?'

His soul had already become powerful to a certain extent. Only breakthroughs in his major cultivation realm could allow its strength to increase by another step. In fact, ever since he advanced to the Soul Transformation Realm, his soul had not grown any stronger even after all these years.

Yet now, as that cool sensation seeped into him, Li Fan actually felt his soul slowly becoming more solid, and the bottleneck that had restrained it was beginning to loosen.

'Hiss... What kind of treasure is this wooden clapper?'

Li Fan was pleasantly surprised, but even more wary.

One had to know that the strength of Li Fan's soul could now already be compared to that of a cultivator in the Xuanhuang Longevity Immortal realm.

Once one had reached the limit, advancing even a single step further was no longer something that could be accomplished through effort alone.

'There are countless treasures hidden within the Immortal Ark. Yet I have encountered none that were useful to me. Who would have thought that the Xuanhuang Realm itself would still be hiding something like this...'

Li Fan cautiously set up an Immortal Formation, isolating the black wooden clapper from the outside world.

Then, he searched through the storyteller's memories for the origin of the wooden clapper.

It was not some mysterious ancestral object with an unknown origin. Rather, the storyteller had simply cut a piece of wood from the tree in his own courtyard and polished it into its current form.

Li Fan brought the storyteller, whose name was Ge Daoquan, back to his home.

In the courtyard, that lush and verdant tree still stood tall.

The moment he entered the courtyard, Li Fan sensed something unusual.

It was like walking beneath the scorching sun on a sweltering summer day for a long time, only to suddenly step into a patch of shade.

There was only one word for it.

Comfortable.

For an ordinary cultivator, the contrast between before and after might have been enough to make them groan aloud on the spot.

Li Fan took a deep breath. He did not lower his guard and slowly approached the tree.

The leaves suddenly began moving without any wind, producing a rustling sound.

Throughout his countless reincarnations, Li Fan had encountered quite a few extraordinary trees.

Within the Xuanhuang Realm, there were the three ancient Xuanhuang trees, Wanling, Tianhua, and Earth Vein, as well as Ruomu, which serves as the ultimate source of all living beings.

Within the Xuan Immortal Ark, there was also a divine tree originating from the Ancient Divine Wood Sect.

But all of them were different from the tree before him.

Whether it was the three ancient trees or Ruomu, they all possessed their own consciousness. They gave Li Fan the strange and uncanny feeling of plants having cultivated intelligence.

But this tree in the courtyard...

It was simply a tree.

Purely a tree, yet far from ordinary.

The crisp sound of the leaves striking against one another slowly relaxed the tension that had remained in Li Fan's heart throughout this life.

Li Fan did not know the name of this tree.

At this moment, he no longer had any desire to investigate its origins. He simply sat cross-legged beneath the tree and meditated quietly, as if comprehending the Dao.

Another breeze swept past.

Dozens of emerald-green leaves drifted down from the tree.

Like streams of flowing light, they flew into Li Fan's body.

Li Fan slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, ten days had already passed.

The struggles and desperate battles he had experienced throughout a hundred reincarnations, the constant need to fear some monstrous existence with peerless cultivation suddenly emerging from nowhere, the countless times he had narrowly escaped death and the lingering fear that followed...

All the exhaustion accumulated within his heart had been completely erased.

It was as though he had simply enjoyed a long, satisfying sleep.

His entire body and mind had been renewed.

When Li Fan stood up again, he felt that his mental state had never been better.

He gazed at the tree in the courtyard.

All its former splendor had completely faded from his eyes. It now seemed no different from the most ordinary tree imaginable.

Li Fan recalled the images that had flashed through his mind during those ten days of sleep.

They were memories originating from the tree itself.

A streak of light tore through the sky and fell near the tree.

It seemed to have lost all signs of life, remaining motionless like a dead object. From the outside, it appeared to be a round sphere covered in bloodstains, with more than half of its surface charred black.

As time slowly passed, the decayed outer shell of the sphere gradually peeled away.

A baby crawled out from within.

The baby did not cry incessantly upon being born. Instead, it looked around, then chose a direction. With a resolute gaze, it slowly crawled forward.

Before long, it disappeared from the tree's field of vision.

As for the outer shell of the sphere, it was gradually dissolved by the wind, sun, and rain, eventually transforming into nourishment that was absorbed by the tree.

...

In the sky, terrifying tremors and flashes of fire could be seen everywhere. It seemed that a brutal war was taking place.

A figure silently arrived near the tree.

"Why is it a tree?"

"Could the lock have gone wrong?"

"This damn place..."

Standing on the man's hand was a small mechanical figure with a single eye. Golden light shone from its eye as it pointed toward the tree ahead.

The man's expression was filled with confusion and anxiety. He fiddled with the little mechanical figure several times, but the direction in which it gazed never changed.

The man cursed loudly in anger and directly threw the mechanical puppet onto the ground.

It seemed that some cultivator in the sky had noticed the man's presence below.

The man's expression changed slightly. He transformed into a streak of golden light and fled.

An unknown number of days passed.

The mechanical puppet had already been buried deep underground.

The sun rose and the moon fell. The traces of that earth-shattering battle were gradually erased by the passage of time.

Whenever an ordinary mortal happened to pass by this place, they would always feel an indescribable sense of peace.

Thus, some people eventually chose to settle here, and a small mortal town gradually emerged.

Ten generations of people lived near this tree.

All of them possessed remarkably good dispositions.

Although they lived ordinary lives, they were content with what they had and found happiness in simple things. Even when they encountered difficulties, they would simply smile and let them pass.

Until the descendants of the eleventh generation chose to become a storyteller to make a living.

He happened to be lacking a good wooden clapper, so he cut a piece from the tree in his family's courtyard.

...

Thoughts surged through Li Fan's mind.

The first thing he did was start digging around the tree.

Knowing that searching with his divine sense was useless, Li Fan had no choice but to investigate personally.

Before long, he indeed found the mechanical figure that the man had casually discarded hundreds of years ago.

Despite having been buried beneath the earth for so many years, it still looked brand new.

Not the slightest trace of time had left its mark upon it.

However, for some unknown reason, the mechanical figure's third eye was already closed.

No matter how Li Fan tried to activate it, there was not the slightest response.

Li Fan toyed with the mechanical object in his hand and sensed a familiar aura from it.

'Descends into Mortal World...'

Li Fan's expression gradually became solemn.

After pondering for a moment, Li Fan made his decision.

He took out the white ring, [Descends into Mortal World], and directed it toward the mechanical figure.

Descends into Mortal World was the physical manifestation formed from the Great Dao Law of [Innate].

For over a decade, Li Fan had kept the white ring in his hand, constantly recalling the manifestation he had seen on the Wordless Stele in his previous life.

He wanted to comprehend this Great Dao.

But to his slight disappointment, no matter how he tried to comprehend it, he was unable to form his own understanding of it like he could with the other True Immortal seal script characters.

It was as though...

The principles of the Innate in this world had already all converged into one place, leaving no room for outsiders to meddle.

Li Fan did not force the matter. After all, with [Truth] already bound to the white ring and bringing it into the mortal world, he could currently invoke it and comprehend it at any time. The difference was not particularly significant.

At this moment, the white ring's radiance locked onto the mechanical humanoid.

Under the white light, the humanoid, which should have been decomposed and reduced to nothingness, was actually completely unharmed.

It was not because its level of existence surpassed Descends into Mortal World and allowed it to resist the decomposition effect.

Rather, after the radiance released by the white ring sensed the mechanical humanoid, it suddenly turned green.

The mechanical humanoid thus avoided the fate of being decomposed.

After being illuminated by the white ring, the mechanical humanoid, which had remained dormant all this time, came alive once more.

It flew up and hovered above Li Fan's palm before opening its third eye.

It seemed to be searching for something, constantly rotating.

Yet for some unknown reason, the speed of its rotation grew faster and faster.

It was as though it had gone out of control, spinning wildly without stopping.

It became like a spinning top.

"Is it broken?"

Li Fan frowned slightly.

He did not stop it for the time being and continued allowing the little humanoid to spin.

Li Fan first looked toward the green tree in the courtyard.

"A hundred years ago, the reason the little humanoid pointed toward this tree was because this tree had absorbed that layer of outer skin that contained the infant."

"That substance should have the effect of awakening intelligence and granting enlightenment."

"However, with the passage of time, especially after I absorbed it previously, its effect has now become extremely weak. That is why the little humanoid continued pointing toward other places."

"The effect has weakened by who knows how many times, yet it can still have such an astonishing effect on me. It is difficult to imagine what it was like in the beginning."

Li Fan's eyes flickered as he continued pondering.

"The white ring Descends into Mortal World can sense the mechanical humanoid. This is enough to confirm that they originate from the same source..."

"If so, then my speculation from my previous life was indeed correct. The one suppressed in the deepest depths of the Nether Prison truly came from beyond the High Wall as well."

Li Fan's expression immediately became solemn.

Indeed, the male figure that had appeared in the tree's memories was precisely the skeleton Li Fan had seen in the deepest depths of the Nether Prison in his previous life.

The cultivator who called himself Qin Zhuang.

"I searched his soul, yet this recent memory was not there."

"Clearly, he used some secret technique to conceal and fabricate his experiences. What a skillful method."

Li Fan secretly praised him. Rather than feeling angry at having been deceived, he instead felt a faint excitement.

"He thought his actions were flawless, but he never imagined that whenever something exists, it must leave traces."

"Under ordinary circumstances, these traces would be extremely difficult to find. But in front of the Illusory Xuanhuang Formation, where all living beings are equal, it has finally revealed itself!"

Li Fan recalled the image from the tree's memories, the infant crawling out from the sphere.

"Qin Zhuang... I will temporarily call him that."

"He came to the High Wall's inner side seemingly to search for traces of that infant."

"If so, does that mean the infant also came from beyond the High Wall?"

"Qin Zhuang is connected to the Heavenly Sword Sect. Could this infant also be a descendant of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

In an instant, countless questions surged through Li Fan's mind.

In this life, the Immortal Alliance Nether Prison had already been enveloped by the Illusory Xuanhuang, Multitudinous Living Beings Grand Formation. Qin Zhuang had inevitably fallen into the illusion formation as well.

But judging from the results of his previous life's probing, Qin Zhuang probably would not reveal any flaws.

"Two consecutive failures..."

"It seems the methods capable of resisting the illusion formation from beyond the High Wall have already become quite widespread."

Li Fan pondered for a moment but did not hurry to capture and interrogate Qin Zhuang.

"If he can even evade an Immortal-grade formation, then other physical punishments should be useless as well."

"I need to upgrade to even more specialized methods. Perhaps after I achieve Dao Integration, I will have new ways of dealing with him."

...

Gathering his thoughts, Li Fan once again looked at the constantly spinning mechanical humanoid.

It still showed no sign of stopping.

Li Fan pondered as he carefully observed it.

"It appears to be rotating, but there is a different interval between each rotation."

"This appearance is almost as if..."

"It has simultaneously found many different targets. And these targets are scattered throughout various locations in the Xuanhuang Realm?"

Li Fan arrived at an inconceivable conclusion.

"Wait, could it be..."

In an instant, a thought flashed through Li Fan's mind like a bolt of lightning.

To verify his speculation, Li Fan held the mechanical humanoid and slowly flew toward a certain location.

As he continued approaching, sure enough, the frequency with which the little humanoid turned toward Li Fan's direction of travel increased.

Eventually, Li Fan arrived at his destination.

Looking at the little humanoid that had finally stopped spinning, Li Fan smiled meaningfully.

On the wooden plaque before him were three large characters.

Qianli Hall.

The mechanical humanoid's third eye stared straight into the hall, where Jiao Xiuyuan had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Then, as if it had exhausted its energy once again, it slowly closed its eye.

"So that infant from back then was actually him."

"Jiao Xiuyuan came from beyond the High Wall?"

"But unlike that Qin Zhuang, he cannot resist the Illusory formation..."

Countless thoughts churned within Li Fan's mind.

He then closed his eyes and stood silently, carrying the mechanical humanoid with him as he entered the Illusory Xuanhuang Formation.

Within the illusion formation, Jiao Xiuyuan continued as usual, constantly calling out to customers and conducting his business.

The instant Li Fan appeared before him, Jiao Xiuyuan seemed to sense something as well. His sales pitch abruptly stopped, and his gaze fell upon the mechanical humanoid in Li Fan's hand.

Li Fan pretended to turn around and leave.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

Jiao Xiuyuan hurriedly called out and walked over to stop Li Fan.

"Since you have already come, why pass through the door without entering? Come in and sit for a while."

Jiao Xiuyuan spoke with a broad smile. His dark complexion revealed a trace of simple and honest sincerity.

Possessing the absolute professionalism of a merchant, he did not look at the little humanoid in Li Fan's hand again.

Li Fan put away the little humanoid and sighed.

"It is an ancestral item. I originally intended to sell it. But after thinking it over again and again, I decided it would be better not to."

"Farewell."

Li Fan cupped his fists and once again prepared to leave.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be in such a hurry to leave. There is something about your face that makes me feel familiar. Whatever difficulties you have, feel free to tell me. If it is within my ability, I will certainly help you."

Jiao Xiuyuan thumped his chest loudly, looking like a man of great loyalty and righteousness.

Li Fan hesitated for a moment before finally sitting down.

Without making a sound, Jiao Xiuyuan closed Qianli Hall and shut the door.

He focused entirely on Li Fan.

"To be honest, Fellow Daoist, ever since I was born, I have always had the same recurring dream."

Li Fan pondered for a moment. The moment he spoke, he immediately captured Jiao Xiuyuan's attention.

"In the dream, I see a radiance descending from the heavens. An infant crawls out of a sphere..."

As he spoke, Li Fan carefully observed Jiao Xiuyuan's reaction.

Jiao Xiuyuan listened with great interest, yet contrary to Li Fan's expectations, he showed no abnormal reaction whatsoever.

"I suspect this dream may be related to this little humanoid that has been passed down through my family."

Li Fan spoke once more.