My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1038: Seventy-Two Labyrinths

It appeared as though a single human organ had been compressed down to the scale of a cell.

The current Du'e Sect lay hidden within the void of the Goumang Prefecture of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, remaining completely invisible and unknown to the common folk.

Guided by the coordinates provided by the Tianxuan Mirror clone, Li Fan reached a point thirty-six thousand zhang above Goumang Prefecture.

The gateway to the Du'e Sect was situated precisely at this location.

Having been shrunk a hundred thousand times, the Du'e Sect was now as tiny as a speck of dust, further shielded by the active seal of the Immortal Ancestor.

Consequently, even with Li Fan's advanced observational skills and his prior knowledge of the location, he remained unable to detect any sign of the Du'e Sect.

After a brief moment of reflection, Li Fan quietly activated the Limitless Fullness and Emptiness Method and severed a small portion of his divine soul.

Once it left his body, the divine soul fragment reshaped itself into a miniature version of Li Fan, becoming a beam of white light that plunged into the tiny void ahead.

As the objects in his surroundings grew thousands or even tens of thousands of times larger, the space encompassing Li Fan's soul fragment expanded at a rapid pace.

The soul fragment traversed the immense void, hunting for any indication of the nearby Du'e Sect entrance.

To enter the Du'e Sect, the first essential step was locating the entrance.

"This isn't just a simple reduction in scale; the space here is a complex superposition of multiple directions."

Soon, detecting the familiar resonance of the Immortal Ancestor's seal, Li Fan brought his figure to a sudden halt.

Looking closer, Li Fan noticed a region in the nearby void that appeared to be embedded with a mirror-like surface, showing a faint sense of disharmony.

An ordinary person would likely never notice it, but Li Fan had analyzed and dismantled the Immortal Ancestor's seal countless times within the Dissociation Disc, making him extremely familiar with its nature.

Without a second thought, he flew toward that "mirror surface."

It felt like passing through an invisible bubble; suddenly, Li Fan felt the surrounding space flip repeatedly in every direction—up, down, left, and right.

A wave of light dizziness hit him, and Li Fan realized he had crossed into the second layer of space.

Once inside this inner spatial layer, numerous "forked paths" had been established alongside the true passage.

Stepping onto the wrong path would teleport an intruder into a series of confusing void labyrinths.

These paths offered no exits, only micro-level voids that expanded forever.

It would be nearly impossible to avoid getting lost, let alone returning to hunt for the Du'e Sect again.

Fortunately, possessing the correct answer, Li Fan moved forward with caution. After navigating through seventy-two layers of space, he finally glimpsed a mountain mass floating in the distant void.

Seventy-two layers of space, compressed a hundred thousand times.

The void was no longer the traditional pitch black; instead, it glowed with a bizarre, pale purple hue.

At the edges lit by this purple light, thin lines would occasionally streak past at incredible velocities.

They left behind only ghostly trails before vanishing without a trace.

Their speed was so immense that even Li Fan could not track them.

Even more strange was that within this space, at random intervals, an unknown number of purple light orbs would flare up.

They resembled suns or clusters of stars.

They would momentarily brighten the area before quickly fading away.

...

Against the backdrop of these eerie sights, the distant Du'e Sect radiated an even more peculiar and threatening aura.

Li Fan's soul fragment drifted toward the mountain body.

After crossing through a protective barrier layer, he officially stepped into the interior of the Du'e Sect.

This place seemed to be an isolated space, and sounds finally began to reach Li Fan's ears.

There were no distinct noises, merely the presence of sound itself, unlike the total silence he experienced while passing through the seventy-two layers of space.

Li Fan found himself at the base of the mountain.

Observing the lone stone staircase that stretched toward the peak, Li Fan tried to fly straight to the top.

He had not traveled far when his vision blurred, and he found himself standing back at the starting point.

"I wonder if this is the work of the Immortal Ancestor's restriction or the original sect-protecting arrays of the Du'e Sect?"

Li Fan pondered this internally, then abandoned the idea of flying and began to walk up the mountain path step by step.

"Hm?"

After only a few paces, he stopped abruptly.

"Was that a hallucination?"

Just now, it felt as though a figure had dashed past him, heading straight for the summit.

Li Fan had not "seen" the figure, and yet he had sensed its presence clearly.

"Playing ghostly tricks..."

Li Fan let out a cold snort and continued his ascent.

As he expected, every time he climbed a certain distance, he felt that ghostly figure appear again.

Some were climbing the mountain like him, while others were coming down from above.

The occurrences became more frequent, and...

"The sensation it brings becomes more distinct with every pass."

A look of gravity appeared on Li Fan's face.

At first, it felt like nothing more than a soft breeze. Now, as the figures brushed against him, he could clearly sense a cold, damp stickiness.

This even caused his split soul to break into a heavy sweat, much like a mortal running a long distance in the peak of summer...

"Sweat?"

Li Fan snapped awake, immediately sensing that something was wrong.

His divine sense inspected his body, but nothing appeared out of the ordinary.

He then performed the Water Mirror Technique and peered into the reflection.

In that instant, Li Fan's scalp went numb with terror.

It turned out that those dark shadows passing him had never actually left.

Instead, they had piled up and overlapped, one after another, all clinging to his back.

What was even more terrifying was that without the mirror's reflection, Li Fan would have remained completely oblivious to them!

As if feeling Li Fan's gaze through the reflection, the blurry faces of the shadows began to take shape.

Pale, overlapping faces shifted constantly, their broken voices echoing in Li Fan's ears.

"Climb the mountain, climb the mountain..."

"Run! Get away from here!"

"Fellow Daoist, give me a lift; this path is far too grueling."

"So exhausted. So tired. We must be close to the exit by now, right?"

...

As these voices spoke, Li Fan was horrified to see his body begin to act out different movements based on the conflicting words.

One part of him wanted to climb the mountain, while another was desperate to escape.

Neither side would give way.

"Hiss..."

In this violent contradiction, it felt as if many hands were pulling him forcefully from both the front and the back.

In a flash, Li Fan's body was ripped apart down the middle.

"That's it, that's it..."

Both groups grabbed their respective halves and let out a synchronized cheer of joy.

Then, these figures carried their half-bodies and went their separate ways.

One group went up and the other went down, moving swiftly along the mountain trail.

As if infected by these shadows, Li Fan's two torn halves were soon enveloped in a thick darkness.

Through the warping and erosion of time, these separated halves quietly grew back into two complete bodies.

Outside the Du'e Sect, in the normal space of the Xuanhuang Realm.

Li Fan perceived the scenes being sent back simultaneously by both split souls and wore an intrigued expression.

One left and one right; one up and one down.

The two perspectives unfolded before him at the same time.