My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1113: Sole Body Hidden in the Nether Prison
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
Li Fan remained utterly assured that neither the Immortal Ancestor nor Rebirth would manage to locate him; detection was simply impossible.
The True Immortal Puppet was protected by an array of elaborate concealment arrays, so advanced that they subtly exceeded even the formidable Great Reversal of Life and Death Formation in complexity.
No one had ever set foot in that icy Sea of Death within this realm.
Nevertheless, the remnants of the True Immortal could pinpoint its exact position with precision.
This single fact was sufficient to arouse deep suspicion and paranoia in Rebirth.
"Logically speaking, he ought to focus his search on those old contacts from recent years as potential targets."
"Even if he decides to probe into my affairs, he lacks any starting point."
"The sole weakness lies in the True Immortal Puppet's relocation relying on the power of darkness."
"And in the Dark Realm, beyond the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, I'm the only one from the Federation of All Worlds who has ventured there..."
A sudden coldness gripped Li Fan's heart as this realization dawned on him.
At the Immortal Ancestor's level, decisions demanded no proof whatsoever.
A mere hint of possibility was all it took for him to proceed without hesitation.
"Having just gone over it myself, within the whole Xuanhuang Realm, few factions possess the capability to pull this off. Thus, from their viewpoint, wiping out every suspect would eliminate the threat before it grows..."
"It might appear irrational on the surface, but that's the ruthless style of a dominant force."
His mind raced, and Li Fan's heart began to thump wildly in response.
Without delay, he reached a swift conclusion.
Every defensive array in the Spiritwood Realm powered up to maximum capacity.
All members of the Federation of All Worlds stood ready for combat at a moment's notice.
He called together key figures from the Heavenly Mechanism Realm, Medicine King Sect, Empire Small World, and beyond, detailing the dire circumstances they faced.
Qiaogong, Liu Ruchen, and the others displayed subtle shifts in their faces.
"This seems far too absurd, doesn't it? Just because we possess the power to eliminate a Dharma-Transmitter, and they can't identify the perpetrator, they'll eradicate us entirely?"
"Is the Superior Emissary being overly cautious? Surely the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance wouldn't resort to such rash actions, would they?"
The group buzzed with fervent discussion, yet when Li Fan's face grew increasingly stern, they promptly fell silent.
"By consulting the True Immortal of Salvation and Mortal Compassion for guidance, I've essentially verified this threat."
"There's no room for uncertainty; make your preparations now. In the upcoming fight, concessions are not an option."
Li Fan declared in a frosty tone.
Hearing his words, the assembly's expressions drained to ashen hues.
"Our sole path to survival depends on mounting a formidable defense."
"They're seeking retribution for the three fallen Dharma-Transmitters, yet if our counter can inflict losses far beyond just those three..."
"That would give them serious pause." Li Fan urged them onward with greater intensity.
"Though the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance wields immense might, it can't rally its full forces against us."
"Plus, the terrain favors us greatly. The Spiritwood Realm stands as an unassailable fortress, layered with myriad arrays and reinforced by the Heavenly Mechanism Realm's protective barriers."
"On top of that, we can harness the Dark Realm's forces, unleashing the massive tide of darkness for a surprise assault on the foes..."
Li Fan proclaimed with firm assurance: "If we endure the opening barrage of their most savage assaults, victory through this ordeal becomes attainable."
Despite Li Fan's assurances, no spark of hope lit the faces of those present.
With burdened spirits, they departed to initiate the wartime preparations.
The Spiritwood Realm had been completely locked down; escape was out of the question even for those tempted to flee.
Battle unto death was the only choice left.
Regarding Li Fan himself...
Deep within an underground hidden chamber.
A Holy Embryo, mirroring Li Fan's exact likeness, was hastily taking shape.
Having compelled the Holy Embryo to ascend forcefully to the Nascent Soul stage through the True Immortal of Compassion's sacred might.
The Holy Embryo exited the chamber and equipped the Tianyang Battle Puppet.
Meanwhile, the real Li Fan...
Departed the Spiritwood Realm in secrecy, carrying no possessions, utterly undetected by all.
Aware that the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance's assault on the Spiritwood Realm loomed, how could Li Fan risk his True Body in a fatal confrontation?
To him, entities like the Federation of All Worlds, the Spiritwood Realm, the Heavenly Mechanism, the Medicine King...
All amounted to disposable assets, readily cast aside when necessary.
His personal well-being took absolute priority.
Provided he safeguarded his existence and rode out this tempest.
When the Immortal Ancestor and Rebirth eventually eased their vigilance, he would trigger the cataclysmic scheme.
Upon true restoration of all, everything he had forfeited would return under his control.
With Li Fan's masterful skills in evasion, his rapid departure from the Spiritwood Realm left no trace for anyone to follow from beginning to end.
As for his refuge in the days ahead, Li Fan had meticulously mapped it out.
"The classic hiding in plain sight: danger's peak hides the greatest safety."
Soon enough, he reached the intended spot.
It was the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance's Nether Prison, the very place from which he had earlier freed the Dharma-Transmitter Wei.
"Heh heh, am I essentially stepping right into my own snare?"
Li Fan let out a self-deprecating laugh.
"Still, this so-called web of the Nether Prison won't ensnare me."
After a thorough scan of the surroundings, Li Fan dismantled the array guarding the Nether Prison's gateway.
Shifting into a faint shadowy wisp, he infiltrated the interior without a sound.
Darkness enveloped the vista before him abruptly.
It bore a resemblance to the Dark Realm in its gloom.
No sky above or ground below; boundless shadows filled every gaze.
Yet unlike the Dark Realm's total void, subtle lights flickered here and there.
Divine sense could at least vaguely sense the path ahead, staving off total confusion.
Amid the inky void rose massive prison spires, functioning as confining cells.
Each spire appeared to imprison a subdued captive.
The spires' exteriors swirled with visions of horrifying torments in constant flux.
The overseers of this Nether Prison consisted of hideous beasts forged from unidentified black mist substances, drifting through the void.
Countless in number, they outnumbered the spires by several folds.
From time to time, they unleashed guttural howls and plunged into the prisoner-holding spires.
Shortly after, muffled screams of suffering reverberated ceaselessly from the enclosures.
Having inflicted prolonged agony, the black mist creatures eventually pulled back from the spires, appearing content.
Such nightmarish cycles repeated interminably throughout the Nether Prison, seemingly forever.
...
Li Fan observed this infernal display with an impassive face.
Upon scrutinizing a single prison spire's makeup and verifying its origin as some kind of formation, a glint flashed in his eyes.
In a flash, he shattered its barriers.
Selecting a vacant spire, he stepped inside of his own accord.
"This works well enough."
Within the obsidian spire, Li Fan surveyed his confines and noted the interior's relative brightness compared to the exterior.
Occasional strikes from punitive arrays descended as means of punishment.
Of course, none could touch Li Fan in the slightest.
"They might scour the Xuanhuang Realm from top to bottom and never suspect I'd hide right here."
"And the moment they dismiss me from their thoughts, that's when I'll make my move."
Li Fan made himself at home in the Nether Prison with ease.
To him, the Spiritwood Realm and the Nether Prison differed little in essence.