My Simulated Road to Immortality Chapter 2376 - 1767: Fake Yu Cun (2)

"After searching everywhere, it appears right before me without effort! Who would have imagined you'd come straight to me today!"

The eternal realm surrounding Zhang Fan vanished the very moment the weary-looking man acted.

Or more precisely, it pressed down heavily on him.

Under this overwhelming force, his body and spirit became completely rigid.

He could merely observe powerless as the figure drew near.

"What kind of insanity is this!"

Luckily, Zhen Shi Yin's voice shattered the restraint.

Beneath the dim glow, the eternal world reformed, and the burden lifted right away.

"He's not our target, merely an avatar."

At these words, the weary man's face shifted through various emotions.

He fixed his gaze on Zhang Fan for an extended period until he finally accepted it.

"Such an unexpected twist..."

"This situation is dire."

The slothful vibe around the weary man dispersed, replaced by an intensely grave demeanor.

"Allow me to present this individual, Fake Yu Cun." Zhen Shi Yin gestured toward the weary man and announced.

"Greetings to the Fake Taoist." Zhang Fan clasped his hands respectfully and spoke.

He disregarded the earlier aggressive display; in Zhang Fan's eyes, the strength shown by the other briefly exceeded even Zhen Shi Yin's.

"That force likely originates from this region of the eternal void world," Zhang Fan contemplated deeply.

"Across the infinite cycles of rebirth, Godhood Guests keep awakening. Their responses differ vastly each time."

"Fake Yu Cun seeks to craft and build a separate void domain to evade the mountain sea extinction crisis." Noticing Fake Yu Cun's reluctance to talk, Zhen Shi Yin intervened to describe the background of this realm.

"Brother Fake's creative effort was on the verge of triumph. Even as the Mountains and Seas crumble, this domain stays intact. Not a hint of Dao Yan's chaos could touch it. Regrettably..."

"No one can flee the destiny of Returning to God," Zhen Shi Yin murmured with a sigh.

"Every Tao and law in existence stems from the Gods. Yet the void I've spun stands apart. If fortified sufficiently, it ought to endure the ripples from a True God's arrival. However..."

"The realm might slip away, but I cannot dodge the disaster myself."

"Once I'm erased, this place, akin to the moon's reflection in water, will linger briefly before bursting like a soap bubble." Fake Yu Cun let out a sigh as well.

"Thus, I've yearned all along for direct communion with the True and False Dao."

"Mastering the essence of true and false could spark a total evolution in this world, severing ties with the Mountain Sea True God."

"Yet, the True and False Dao isn't easily accessible to common folk. When it conceals itself, even our combined efforts struggle to follow its trail. Throughout numerous reincarnations, I've come close to grasping it several times, so near I could almost seize it. But ultimately, it always evaded me."

"In this existence, faint true and false waves have stirred amid the Mountains and Seas, but they're far too faint. It's obvious they're mere deceptions from the True and False Dao, so I overlooked them. Yet upon encountering you..."

"Your insight into the True and False Dao appears deeply advanced, nearly deceiving me." Fake Yu Cun uttered deliberately, his eyes locked firmly on Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan gave a slight shake of his head: "Calling it profound overstates it. Still, it might aid the elder in forging this domain."

Fake Yu Cun's eyes brightened suddenly.

Zhang Fan glanced once more at this realm, murmuring softly: "Where the real turns false, the false turns real."

Delicate waves of enigma arose from Zhang Fan's form.

At his brow, a Tree of Truth and Falsehood appeared to manifest, making the waves on his body rapidly extend throughout this world.

They resonated repeatedly, surging across the realm in a flash.

Though Zhen Shi Yin and Fake Yu Cun couldn't detect the pulses of True and False Changes, they readily perceived the shifts in the eternal world present.

Fake Yu Cun's gaze brimmed with open delight, as he clapped enthusiastically: "Wonderful, wonderful! The True and False Dao truly defies sight and comprehension. Yet with my 'Fake Yu' serving as the foundation, I might etch and capture the diverse pulses from truth and falsehood alterations."

"This domain, beyond myself, holds utter emptiness. Within this raw wilderness, even the tiniest shift stands out starkly. Through persistent trials, I'll inevitably seize hints of the True and False Changes."

"Though mere hints, not the essence of True and False Changes. But..."

A spark of optimism also flickered in Zhen Shi Yin's eyes: "Over time, we could forge and nurture a distinct truth and falsehood for this world, drawing from the remnants of the True and False."

Zhang Fan ignored the thrilled comments from the pair.

He devoted himself entirely to brushing and inking, displaying the shifts of truth and falsehood on the empty scroll ahead.

While Zhen Shi Yin and Fake Yu Cun couldn't witness the truth and falsehood transformations, he certainly could.

And unlike enacting it in the Mountain Sea, the True and False Dao manifested far clearer in this eternal void's timeframe and expanse.

The slippery, intricate Dao, stripped of all elaborate layers, seemed to grow simpler by contrast.

Employing truth and falsehood as his tool, with every mark of invention, Zhang Fan sensed his grasp of truth and falsehood expanding greatly.

This wasn't just to assist Fake Yu Cun, but for his own gain as well.

Unseen waves echoed without end, enveloping the trio within.

Unbeknownst to them, time slipped by...

Boom!

A fierce quake snapped the three from their trance.

Zhen Shi Yin and Fake Yu Cun shared a look: "It appears the Mountain Sea faces another Apocalypse."

"The duration was far too brief, insufficient to etch traces of truth and falsehood. Plus, it's uncertain if these traces endure post-Mountain Sea reset," Fake Yu Cun expressed with regret.

"Still, a ray of hope emerges at last. It's something worth battling for."

Zhen Shi Yin declared resolutely, "Whatever delay we can achieve, we'll seize it."

With those words, he transformed into a faint light and pierced the boundary.

Zhang Fan didn't react to Zhen Shi Yin's exit; he kept his focus on sketching and scripting.

Through his relentless efforts, the formless, incorporeal truth and falsehood began to solidify gradually.

Soon after, Zhen Shi Yin came back.

Accompanying him was a violet glow paired with a complaining tone: "If you're set on a desperate stand, do it quick. Dragging me in when doom's at your heels—what kept you before!"

It was a stooped elder with white hair.

"Taoist Kong, cease your grumbling, join to safeguard!"

"Endless cycles of rebirth, and we've gained the only anomaly. Lose it now, and it might vanish forever!"

The stooped elder kept muttering, yet his figure erupted with boundless beams of radiance. Purple qi billowed like it hailed from the East, inundating this eternal void realm.

"Ah, the hoard from endless ages!" Taoist Kong lamented bitterly.

Zhen Shi Yin huffed: "Regardless of your vast reserves, the Mountain Sea's reset claims them all."

"What would you understand! The Mountain Sea may reset repeatedly, but my purple qi collection quickens with each round. One day, this vast purple qi could challenge the Gods. Previously, I'd perish the second the Great Calamity of Returning to God struck. Without spotting a Divine Mask, interferences were minimal."

"Opting to fight back now, I dread this will squander all prior gains in one go..."

"We must proceed! Time's running out!"

Zhen Shi Yin's statement quieted Taoist Kong.

He quit his complaints, his shape dissolving, as only the infinite purple qi lingered to purify.

Zhang Fan noticed this purple qi left the present eternal expanse unaffected; it simply warded off all outer calamities.

The artwork steadied anew, permitting Zhang Fan to recommence his inking.

Yet beyond, the Mountain Sea evidently underwent its total annihilation.

The purple qi's depletion accelerated at a terrifying pace.

And the True and False Changes Zhang Fan executed started displaying faint warps.

Similar to scripted lines that kept straying off course.

"This is..."

In a heartbeat, Zhang Fan discerned the cause.

"The True God descends, compelling truth and falsehood to merge."

With a heavy spirit, he quelled the shake and compelled himself to keep tracing.

Upon the canvas, the True and False Changes grew ever more refined.

Nearly mirroring what he recognized.

But right as he neared the concluding line, Zhang Fan's hand halted abruptly.

He discovered he couldn't proceed with the drawing.