My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1052: Opportunity Lingers in the Nether Prison

Within the secluded small world of Dharma-Transmitter Zhou, the inhabitants were almost exclusively survivors of brutal clan massacres. Individuals like You Chisong, whose family remained prosperous, were a rare exception to the rule.

Even though everyone understood You Chisong’s history and his deep-seated desire to see his own kin destroyed, suspicions remained.

Because the group’s survival was at stake, the followers of Dharma-Transmitter Zhou maintained a level of caution regarding You Chisong.

This vigilance manifested in several ways: he was kept under constant surveillance and forbidden from being alone. Lacking the secret technique to activate the portal to the private small world, he required an escort for every arrival and departure. Furthermore, he was barred from sensitive operations, relegated instead to the most menial and unimportant tasks as a starting point...

Despite this blatant discrimination, You Chisong displayed no signs of bitterness.

He performed his duties with tireless dedication and a quiet resolve.

His consistent behavior was noted by everyone, and slowly, the collective hostility toward him began to fade.

Eventually, the day arrived when he was permitted to join a legitimate organizational mission.

“Our objective is to penetrate the [Nether Prison] of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance to liberate a senior figure held in its lowest depths.”

“This senior was once a Dharma-Transmitter himself. However, his rigid and uncompromising nature earned him many enemies among the other Dharma-Transmitters. Five centuries ago, following Senior Zhou’s departure from the Dharma-Transmitter Council, his rivals seized the opportunity to have him incarcerated within the Nether Prison.”

“The Nether Prison of the Immortal Alliance is hidden within the rift space of the Central Four Prefecture. It serves as the cage for the most notorious villains in the history of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance. Often, they are kept alive rather than executed due to unique circumstances or their remaining utility to the Alliance; thus, they are merely suppressed under heavy guard.”

“While the [Nether Prison] is a fortress, Senior Zhou has secured an internal contact. Our task is to masquerade as headquarters cultivators from the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, submit a forged transfer decree, and lead the target out.”

“Since many features of the Tianxuan Mirror are currently compromised, the link between the [Nether Prison] and the Alliance capital is unstable. We must exploit this brief interval before a new method of communication verification is implemented.”

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Standard procedure for the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance when extracting inmates from the [Nether Prison] for questioning involves three squads of ten cultivators, moving in disciplined formation.

You Chisong was appointed to the mission team, where he was briefed on his specific duties and trained in the authentic escort formation.

By noon, the group had successfully assumed their disguises.

“The environment of the Nether Prison is highly specific. Senior Zhou is unable to attend in person, so the burden falls on us.”

“This is a dangerous undertaking, and failure is a possibility. Everyone must be prepared to sacrifice themselves. If the mission fails and we are compromised, you must instantly trigger the soul-restriction in your Dantian and divine soul to prevent soul-searching. It is better to have one's body and soul extinguished than to allow the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance to seize a single shred of intelligence!”

“If anyone feels hesitation or doubt, you are free to step down now.”

A long silence followed, but no one moved to leave.

With that, the strategy was finalized.

Once the operation commenced and they exited the small world, they would carry no identifying marks. Li Fan would effectively lose track of the group's movements.

However, since he had first begun eavesdropping, Li Fan had already infiltrated the You family and secured a drop of You Chisong’s natal essence blood.

Utilizing bloodline resonance, Li Fan was able to maintain a faint perception of You Chisong's coordinates.

He followed them stealthily from a distance.

The group of thirty was dressed in the black robes Li Fan knew all too well. Even the murderous, frigid aura they projected perfectly mimicked that of the official black-robed cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.

“Dharma-Transmitter Zhou certainly possesses remarkable resources.”

Tracking their progress, they reached a profound canyon located at the junction of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance’s central four prefectures.

Thick white mists swirled through the area, masking the canyon floor from view.

The commander of the black-robed squad produced a jade seal, emitting a pillar of white light that pierced the depths of the valley.

The mist parted immediately, and the unit descended into the opening without a moment's pause.

Li Fan remained outside, choosing to observe from the perimeter.

From the darkness of the valley—the place known as the Nether Prison—Li Fan could sense a faint, menacing energy.

His intent was not to participate in the jailbreak. He merely needed to wait for them to reappear.

The operation seemed to go surprisingly well.

After several hours, the mist barrier parted once more.

The thirty-man squad emerged from the clouds, surrounding a white-haired elderly man held in their center.

Initially, their departure seemed orderly.

However, their flight speed soon began to accelerate rapidly.

“The moment we are clear of the rift’s gravitational pull, activate the small world portal!”

The lead black-robed cultivator issued a voice transmission, struggling to hide his relief.

In contrast, the rescued white-haired Dharma-Transmitter appeared entirely unmoved by his newfound freedom.

He kept his eyes shut tight, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.

Given the urgency, the group did not stop to talk. They simply hurried the elder along, fleeing toward safety.

Just as they reached a secure zone and prepared to chant the incantation to open the small world channel,

“Who goes there?”

The leader’s eyes locked onto Li Fan’s hiding spot, and he let out a sharp cry.

Simultaneously, a flash of white sword light lunged toward Li Fan.

The rest of the squad reacted instantly, unleashing their full Cultivation without holding back. Brilliant Qi filled the air as a barrage of spells and techniques flew toward Li Fan.

To their horror, however, every attack vanished like a stone dropped into the ocean, absorbed completely as they reached their target.

Not even a faint ripple remained.

“Who are you, sir?” the lead cultivator asked, his expression turning grim.

Li Fan slowly manifested his form, ignoring the question.

He looked straight at the white-haired elder and spoke clearly: “Senior, do not be misled by these individuals. They are merely acting as Dharma-Transmitter Zhou’s followers, staging this rescue from the Nether Prison only to win your confidence.”

“The true Dharma-Transmitter Zhou has already perished!”

The cultivators guarding the elder recoiled in shock at Li Fan's declaration.

Their facade of murderous intent crumbled, replaced by visible panic and confusion.

“You...” the leader stammered, unable to mask his alarm.

Regaining his composure quickly, he turned to the white-haired elder to plead his case.

“Senior, do not listen to this man’s lies! I possess Senior Zhou’s personal token right here!” He pulled out a red knotted cord as proof of his claim.

Faced with the conflicting claims, the white-haired elder, who had been watching the scene play out, finally opened his eyes.

He glanced briefly at the red cord and gave a cold snort: “A token, you say?”

“Such transparent deception; this isn't the first time your kind has tried this. Did you really think I would be fooled?”

“If Zhou had truly sent for me, why isn't she here herself?”

The lead cultivator was struck dumb by the elder's unexpected reasoning.

The white-haired elder then turned his gaze toward Li Fan, shaking his head slightly: “And you, young man, do not strike me as a righteous soul either.”

“Zhou would never, under any circumstances, take someone like you into her service...”

The white-haired elder mused aloud: “Are both sides merely frauds?”