My Simulated Road to Immortality Chapter 2375 - 1767: Fake Yu Cun

"Then let me see who will truly be the final victor." In the face of the death decree from this realm's True God, Li Fan's determination stood firm without a hint of faltering.

Thoughts churned in his mind, and suddenly, beams of light resembling endless stars in the night sky burst forth around him.

These lights represented the reflections, emotions, and realizations he had shared with his avatars before.

It felt like he was once more living through endless cycles of Mountain and Sea Reincarnation, each time pursuing a unique Dao.

As though a heavenly brush kept stroking across the canvas, the once sparse Dao Hall grew more majestic and reverent, striving to reclaim its primeval glory amid the mountains and seas.

The True and False Changes loomed over the Dao Hall, but it also merged with the Hai Zhen illusion, which became increasingly lifelike. Faint outlines of facial features started to emerge on its form.

It shared about seven or eight resemblances with Li Fan, while blending in traits from various "Heavenly Destiny Children."

Even more shocking were the changes happening inside Li Fan's own being.

"I am only myself; no matter how many times I reincarnate in this world, my essence stays the same."

Stellar glows enveloped Li Fan, bathing his figure in radiance.

However, this illumination brought no alteration to Li Fan himself.

The starlight acted like a guiding flame, allowing Li Fan to recognize his true self amidst the emptiness and shadows.

"This Dao Hall shines with splendor and might; it can easily overwhelm all creatures in the mountains and seas. Yet against that True God, it holds no power at all."

"Every Dao and Law in the Mountain Sea originates from the True God. No level of cultivation can avoid the Returning to God’s Tribulation. If there's any way out... it might be [Real]."

"[Real] resembles a God's innate divine power, letting a deity endure forever through infinite rebirths. Thus, nothing in this place, not even gods, can evade the reality of [True and False]."

"Put another way, you might view a god as the authentic holder of [Hai Zhen]. But unlike me, an outsider, He fails to preserve His memories across successive true shifts."

"Even with that quality, it proves worthless for killing a god via the True and False Changes."

"Both Zhang Fan and Zhen Shi Yin see me as the lord of the True and False Dao. But truly, only the [God] deserves that title. Lacking the True and False Dao, a god wouldn't qualify as a True God, just a random divine creation Guest."

"[Hai Zhen] and the True God can't coexist in the world. By halting [Hai Zhen]'s return to the divine, I'd basically block the True God's arrival. Unfortunately..."

"I can't achieve it."

Li Fan couldn't stop himself from remembering those final instants of the mountains and seas.

All existence merges back with the god—that's the unavoidable fate for everything here. Once the cycle begins, even [True and False] struggles to break free.

"From this perspective, my earlier conclusion holds true. Only I possess the ability to strike down the god. The issue was I lacked a concrete plan before, but now..."

Li Fan cast his eyes down toward the "Zhang Fan" lingering in the mountain sea.

"This might just be the key to breaking the stalemate."

…

"Did you notice something?"

Zhen Shi Yin's voice rang out near his ear, jolting Zhang Fan from his brief daze.

Moments earlier, when their eyes locked, the sight of those endless tempting shadows had pulled Zhang Fan's thoughts into a whirl.

It was like tumbling into a vivid dream.

He appeared to go through a wild array of strange occurrences, yet upon snapping awake, all memories of them had vanished completely.

Just those two merged silhouettes, like eerie ghosts, kept flickering in Zhang Fan's vision now and then.

Making him tremble with icy fear from head to toe.

After honestly describing the visions to Zhen Shi Yin, the latter sank into deep thought.

Yet the time granted by the mountain sea was running short.

The Tree of Truth and Falsehood had fully withered, and the Dao Yan waves surged forward with dire menace once more.

With the mountain sea crumbling, the doomsday loomed again.

This round offered no chance for another glance backward.

As all creation hurtled toward its fated end, Zhen Shi Yin appeared to reach a firm decision.

"Time to chat with some old acquaintances."

"Come with me."

A soft pale glow wrapped around Zhang Fan, whisking him through the fracturing mountain sea in a flash.

They reached a strange location.

The heart of the Infinite Sea, home to the mountain sea's very core.

If the mountain sea displayed yearly growth rings, this spot would mark the very first one.

Primeval, ancient aura drifted freely everywhere.

However, by this point, the core principles of the mountain sea's depths were starting to break down slowly.

Amid it all, a single thread of Silver Radiance gleamed prominently.

Zhen Shi Yin guided Zhang Fan straight into that Silver Radiance.

Right then, Zhang Fan felt like he had stepped back into the protected realm housing the old fisherman and the other God creation Guests.

The oppressive weight from the Returning to God conclusion lifted away at once.

Zhang Fan tried scanning this realm, but even with his present strength, his Divine Sense faced heavy suppression.

He managed only a vague overview.

Immense, expansive, without bounds. Its vastness didn't fall short of the current mountain sea.

Devoid of world developments or life forms, it remained a hollow cosmos.

Existing separately within the mountain sea expanse, time stood still in this place.

The mountain sea's collapse couldn't touch it even slightly.

Though doom had struck the outer world, this haven preserved its timeless peace.

"What is this place..." Zhang Fan stared in bewilderment for a moment.

"An old companion drops by, but you hide away!" Zhen Shi Yin's words boomed repeatedly, refusing to fade.

A form materialized, stirring faint waves.

"So close to the end, and you still come to my domain—what for?" The arriving figure looked like a weary man. His tone carried no vigor, as though freshly roused from slumber.

"Huh? And who's that next to you..." But catching sight of Zhang Fan, the weary man's gaze sparked with sudden interest.

Without a further utterance, he moved to seize Zhang Fan with his hand.