My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1120: True Immortal's Devoted Follower
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
Technically, neither Kou Hong nor Dao Xuanzi belonged to the Federation of All Worlds.
Instead, they had been part of its earlier incarnation, known as the Congyun Mutual Aid Association.
Once the Dharma-Transmitter wiped out the Congyun Mutual Aid Association, contact with Li Fan was severed for them.
Thanks to their unwavering belief in the True Immortal of Salvation and Mortal Compassion, they faintly perceived the federation's presence.
With the federation now obliterated, silence from their side ensured the massive debt of gratitude owed to it remained hidden.
Regrettably, both men possessed unyielding integrity.
When the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance declared its intent to eradicate the federation, fear did not grip them, nor did they conceal their history.
On the contrary, they poured every effort into slaying cultivators linked to the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance.
Even aware that the Rebirth Heavenly Sovereign's might would revive those cultivators post-mortem, they pressed on relentlessly to honor the favor Li Fan had granted them years ago.
In this lifetime, Li Fan's instructions had shaped them: Dao Xuanzi formed his foundation using the Canghai Pearl, while Kou Hong relied on the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains Cauldron. Their advancement surged forward in recent times, propelling them to the mid-Golden Core realm.
Yet against the overwhelming might of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, they amounted to mere insects. After eliminating barely more than a dozen low-level alliance members, they soon found themselves encircled by the Guardian Hall experts who rushed to the location.
Dao Xuanzi rejected capture outright and burst into wild laughter before detonating himself, thus concluding his existence.
Kou Hong had planned to perish alongside Dao Xuanzi but got halted by the alliance's forces.
With his arms chopped off and one eye ruined, the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance banished him to the Nether Prison for perpetual confinement.
“You’re free to spout off right now. Let’s see if you stay this defiant after tasting the agony from these arrays.” The alliance cultivator guiding Kou Hong to his fate remained unruffled by the endless stream of profanities, merely offering a chilling smirk.
Kou Hong kept up his barrage of insults without faltering.
What transpired next surpassed even Li Fan’s anticipations of Kou Hong’s endurance.
Li Fan knew well the devastating force of the arrays inside the Nether Prison’s towering pillars. Typical individuals couldn’t withstand the perpetual suffering for extended periods and would soon cry out and plead instinctively.
Yet Kou Hong, pushed to the edge of oblivion with his awareness fading,
Still whispered weak expletives from his lips without stopping.
“Part of this comes from the Faceless True Immortal’s indoctrination, but it also arises from Kou Hong’s ironclad determination. When he commits to a path, he follows it to the end. Death itself wouldn’t bring him remorse.”
During Li Fan’s initial encounter with them, they could have easily aligned with the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance and labored like beasts for over ten years to secure a method for Golden Core breakthrough. But they spurned that option. They chose to gamble their lives delving into ancient sect remnants instead.
Subsequently, upon acquiring a Nascent Soul cultivation art, the pair—bound like siblings—clashed fiercely for a faint shot at the Dao.
And in this iteration, rescued by Li Fan from the twisted Immortal-mortal Miasma, they pledged themselves to the Mutual Aid Association and emerged as the staunchest followers of the True Immortal of Salvation and Compassionate.
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All these instances painted a clear portrait of their natures.
“He’s a talent worth shaping, someone I can rely on. At minimum, he outshines those so-called prodigies in dependability.” Gazing at the distant Kou Hong, whose face held firm resolve even in blackout, Li Fan’s eyes sparked with admiration.
As the Spiritwood Realm teetered on collapse in this life, with Li Fan directing the federation’s flight, he scrutinized each member’s responses intently.
The elite talents from Shanhe Xuan, swayed by Shang Tianci’s plot, had vowed loyalty before the Faceless True Immortal’s effigy. But when survival hung in the balance, they revealed no intent to share the federation’s fate.
Rather, they betrayed remorse, a yearning to escape, to yield, and like emotions.
Solely in faithfulness, they paled against Kou Hong.
Such reflections prompted a subtle ray of light to slice through the confining pillar of the prison and head straight for the fainted Kou Hong close by.
The savage look on Kou Hong’s features eased dramatically in that instant.
Upon stirring awake and detecting the fresh knowledge in his thoughts, a brief astonishment crossed Kou Hong’s gaze.
Nevertheless, he maintained his rebellious front, furiously condemning the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance’s countless vile deeds.
Meanwhile, he delved into the newly acquired insights.
“This is…”
“An in-depth guide to formations?”
“And it covers the very array forming this Nether Prison Cage?”
“How did it end up in my head?”
After an extended period, Kou Hong’s soul quaked fiercely, and he barely restrained the impulse to scan his surroundings.
“Should this formation guide prove authentic, breaking free from here would be effortless, like flipping a palm.”
Having weathered numerous trials, Kou Hong displayed greater poise than in his earlier days.
Rather than accepting it at face value, he set about examining and absorbing the formation details.
Though his prior knowledge of formations was superficial, this guide proved lucid, accessible, and direct. Paired with Kou Hong’s solid talent, his mastery advanced rapidly.
By the seventh day, Kou Hong had just scratched the surface of proficiency.
Concurrently, a shadow of suspicion crept into his thoughts: “Is this some kind of scheme?”
“This spot imprisons the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance’s gravest offenders. How could its protective array be this basic? As a novice who’s only pored over it for days, I can already dismantle it?”
Kou Hong quietly tested the array’s disruption.
His form was profoundly enfeebled at that point, with internal spiritual energy locked down and inaccessible. Still, by channeling every ounce of effort to generate a subtle spiritual fluctuation, he subtly influenced the prison array.
This alteration became evident when the Nether Prison wardens triggered the array for another round of torment on Kou Hong. The suffering he endured dropped markedly!
“It truly works?” Amid the torment, Kou Hong’s spirit leaped with uncontainable elation.
Yet he swiftly reined in his emotions and turned to contemplating the source of this mental formation guide.
“I’m merely a lowly Golden Core practitioner. The Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance wouldn’t waste effort on a charade for someone like me.”
“Moreover, this guide’s profundity and precision eclipse anything from the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance…”
A hallowed title abruptly surfaced in Kou Hong’s consciousness.
“True Immortal of the Mortal Compassion.”
In that heartbeat, a soothing warmth flooded Kou Hong’s frame, coursing through every limb and organ.
Instantly, it shattered the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance’s bindings, mending his shattered physique while swiftly boosting his cultivation base.
Feeling the monumental shifts inside himself, Kou Hong went rigid. He avoided any sign of oddity, lest it draw attention.
In reality, his soul brimmed with thankful tears.
The benevolent and compassionate True Immortal of the Mortal Compassion hadn’t forsaken him!
“The Federation of All Worlds lies in ruins, leaving scant devotees of the True Immortal in this realm.”
“Even so, while I languish in this cell, the True Immortal grants me a way out…”
As these notions swirled, Kou Hong’s eyes flared with sudden clarity.
He promptly bowed his head to mask his surging thrill: “I see now. The Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance crushed the Federation of All Worlds. This grudge runs too deep to forgive!”
“As the proverb goes, the foe of my foe stands as my ally. The captives here all harbor undying hatred for the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance. If I could unleash them all…”