My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1096: Legend of Creation

"The power of darkness could truly assist in our escape from the Immortal Ruins. However, this relies on our ability to manage it without risk."

"If not..."

A serious look appeared on Li Fan's face: "Should this darkness corrupt the world, the result would probably be just as dire as being pulled into the Immortal Ruins."

While the pair discussed this, the shadowy force covering half of Mo Rubin's form abruptly spread further, seemingly fueled by an unseen energy.

It almost swallowed the whole body.

Oddly enough, the steady throbbing coming from within him persisted without interruption.

In fact, it became even more distinct than earlier.

Resembling the throb of a pulse, it reverberated across this barren expanse of shadows. Such a phenomenon ignited an intensifying dread within Li Fan's mind.

The Dharma-Transmitters among them detected the abnormality too.

They promptly commanded a temporary retreat.

Once they had pulled back a fair distance, the sharp discomfort gnawing at Li Fan's chest began to subside gradually.

"I propose we fully isolate this Desolate Land. We shouldn't get near Mo Rubin's remains casually until we understand the essence of this power of darkness."

"Upon my return, I'll notify the Federation right away about this find. Should any updates arise, I'll share them with you immediately."

Observing Li Fan's wariness, Dharma-Transmitter Zhou outwardly agreed with a nod, but deep down, she brushed it off.

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to be so on edge. No matter what, the trait of this power of darkness pushing back against the Immortal Ruins remains unchanged. It guarantees no intrusion into the Xuanhuang Realm."

Li Fan merely shook his head in response, holding his tongue.

Mo Rubin's demise left Li Fan with no cause to stay longer.

Even if the path of revenge concluded in a lackluster fashion, uncovering this power of darkness carried immense importance.

After parting ways with the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance cultivators, Li Fan promptly assembled the key leaders from the Federation of All Worlds and detailed his adventures in the Dark Desolate Land.

"The power of darkness..."

Daoist Hundred Flowers broke the silence first.

Having endured through the ages, Hundred Flowers possessed average power, yet her wisdom spanned boundless depths.

"I vaguely remember a comrade from those days describing something akin to this."

"From a distance, he saw his native land tumbling toward the Immortal Ruins: everything breaking apart, twisting into a peculiar loop of deceptive glow."

"From what he described, as the cultivation realm fully sank into the Immortal Ruins, a tremendous burst of substance shot out the other way."

"It evaded both sight and spiritual awareness. Just a slight brush with it left him severely wounded right away. Though he healed, he ended up as a monstrous hybrid, neither alive nor dead."

Staring at the horrifying picture painted by Daoist Hundred Flowers—a practitioner's visage pierced by squirming black holes—the assembly couldn't avoid a heavy mood.

Artisan Master Qiaogong appeared to remember a detail too: "Back when the Immortal Ruins' force first wrapped around the [Ancestor], we felt fairly assured of enduring the disaster."

"Given the remaining might of the Ancestor's form then, it should have resisted the Immortal Ruins' tug. Yet afterward, the Immortal Ruins' attraction intensified relentlessly..."

A flash of insight crossed Master Qiaogong's features: "The steady decline in the Ancestor's power was the true origin! It was like a vital component kept draining out, leading to the Ancestor's form rotting bit by bit."

"Back then, all the Elders were completely puzzled. Ultimately, they blamed it on the Immortal Ruins' unstoppable force."

"Looking back now, that missing piece was probably this power of darkness."

Listening to their words, Li Fan reflected: "So, you're saying the power of darkness forms an integral aspect of our cultivation energy framework. But its essence counters the Immortal Ruins' draw naturally, getting ripped out forcefully as we neared the Immortal Ruins."

"In different cultivation realms, the power of darkness separates in the same manner. However, in the Xuanhuang Realm, for reasons unknown, it gathered into a single spot. Staying tethered to the Xuanhuang Realm."

"Should the Xuanhuang Realm one day escape the Immortal Ruins' grasp, the power of darkness ought to merge back with the countless entities of the Xuanhuang world."

Having heard Li Fan's breakdown, both Master Qiaogong and Daoist Hundred Flowers gave approving nods.

Just then, Liu Ruchen of the Medicine King Sect interjected unexpectedly: "Though I've never laid eyes on this so-called power of darkness myself, I came across a myth in an old scroll once."

"It's a story passed down through human tribes, concerning the birth of mankind."

"At the start, no humans existed, nor did the diverse cultivation domains. Amid total emptiness, a handful of mighty entities roamed. Eventually, one tired of the monotony and sacrificed part of itself to forge and expand realm upon realm."

"Bit by bit, the emptiness filled up. The rest of the entities grew attracted to these odd, vibrant new realms and started copying the act. Taking their own forms as bases, they birthed various species."

"Humanity's forebears were precisely the initial creator of the countless realms."

The tale clearly caught everyone off guard, drawing their full focus.

"While the realms grew vibrant, these supreme beings quickly noticed a flaw. None of their spawned lifeforms matched their own eternal, unbreakable nature. Each faced a boundary known as mortality."

"The vibrancy proved fleeting; the realms would soon fall quiet once more. Sporadic acts of creation for amusement worked, but endless repetition turned tedious."

"Thus, the supreme beings slowly grew detached from their crafted lives."

"Except for one, who refused to let his works fade away. He overpowered his peers and siphoned strength from another, bestowing it upon every creation across the realms."

"In this way, the realm's inhabitants acquired the gift of procreation."

Liu Ruchen halted at that point.

The listeners hung on every word, their gazes pressing him onward.

Liu Ruchen gave a casual shrug: "That's the extent of it."

"Just some phrasing to honor the divine entities for their gift of life."

"I link it to the power of darkness because it might offer clues for examining how the absence or presence of this dark force impacts us as cultivators."

"If this shadowy power was always part of our essence and only gathered due to the Immortal Ruins' rise, doesn't that imply we're currently..."

"Lacking wholeness?"

"How do we differ from the cultivators of the era before the Immortal Ruins emerged?"

These thoughts made Master Qiaogong's countenance shift subtly.

"I sensed it; since the Immortal Ruins disaster struck, my insights and inventiveness have paled compared to earlier days."

"Might this be the explanation?"