My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1122: Deploying the Great Formation Across the Worlds
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
Zhang Fu had heard tales of the Nether Prison's terrors for quite some time.
In the brutal interrogation he had just suffered through, he truly grasped the dread of the torments inflicted here.
Upon listening to Kou Hong's statements and observing firsthand how several cultivators were tormented to the brink of madness and beyond humanity, he understood perfectly that he could never withstand such agonies. Therefore, he swiftly consented to Kou Hong's offer.
"If push comes to shove, I can always renege and betray this guy." Zhang Fu pondered inwardly.
Yet, all his sneaky plans crumbled once he recited the oath alongside Kou Hong.
"True Immortal of Salvation?" Initially, Zhang Fu paid little heed to this so-called True Immortal, but soon after, any flicker of disloyalty in his thoughts triggered a vague but intense premonition of looming catastrophe.
Only then did Zhang Fu realize he had truly stepped onto a rogue vessel.
Following that, Kou Hong and Zhang Fu gradually launched their scheme to infiltrate the Nether Prison.
For each fresh captive thrown into the depths, right as they faced unspeakable torment and their minds teetered on the edge of shattering, Kou Hong would approach precisely when needed.
Under the glow of the True Immortal of Salvation's divine might, these inmates eagerly pledged themselves to the secret breakout group, clutching it like their final lifeline to freedom.Meanwhile, those long-term inmates who clung to shreds of their sanity became Kou Hong's key focuses for recruitment efforts.
Still, these cultivators, locked away for ages, harbored deep suspicion toward one another. Convincing each one demanded endless patience and work.
Luckily, the fresh recruits dove in to help as well.
As a result, the infiltration of the Nether Prison advanced steadily without major delays.
Three years passed.
Within the endless cries echoing through the shadowy cells, the escape group's hushed conversations stayed hidden.
"Brother Kou, how much longer must we hold out?"
"That's right, aside from the innermost depths of the Nether Prison, nearly every section has fallen under our brothers' sway. Outwardly, it remains in the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance's grasp. But in truth, the moment Brother Kou commands it, the Nether Prison will flip entirely to our control."
"Throughout these years, shielded by the True Immortal of Salvation's divine power, we've all regained our cultivation bases. Some brothers have even broken through to higher realms. One Dao Integration, sixteen Soul Transformations, more than a hundred Nascent Souls... Against that, the Nether Prison's guards are utterly outclassed."
"Heh heh, it's more than just recovering strength. Thanks to the True Immortal of Salvation's divine power, we've smuggled in all sorts of goods from beyond these walls without a whisper. Those gourmet treats I'd longed for forever? Lately, I've indulged in them to my heart's content."
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The group chattered excitedly, yet all brimmed with assurance about their mass breakout from the Nether Prison.
Over these three years, after beholding countless wonders wrought by the True Immortal of Salvation, they had transformed into devoted followers.
The talk dragged on for a while until Kou Hong finally declared: "Igniting the revolt is straightforward, but surviving afterward demands far greater care. The instant the Nether Prison falls, the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance will strike back swiftly with a massive hunt."
"They'll give us scant breathing room, so we must map out our post-escape path meticulously before we bolt."
Kou Hong's words left the assembly momentarily speechless.
“The path forward?”
“Is it the True Immortal of Salvation's command?”
Though they had been part of the group for three years, their knowledge extended only to the True Immortal of Salvation and Mortal Compassion.
The organization's actual title and its core aims remained shrouded from them all.
So, they turned to Kou Hong, eyes alight with eager curiosity.
“Yes, it's the True Immortal of Salvation's ordeal. Only by fulfilling it can you truly join as a devotee and official member.” Kou Hong spoke with profound reverence for the sacred duty.
Then, he shared a vast array diagram and a chart with everyone.
“Heaven and Earth Myriad Spirits Great Formation?” The name alone sent a shiver through the Nether Prison's cultivators.
As outlined, this setup could blanket the skies and lands while linking to countless domains.
Next, they examined the chart closely.
It showed the regions under the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance's domain, dotted with over a hundred tiny marks.
As their spiritual senses probed those glowing points, the group recoiled in awe, realizing each signified a minor realm.
Just then, Kou Hong added: “The True Immortal's test isn't overly harsh. It just calls for a bit of dedication over time.”
“Head to those minor realms and erect this Heaven and Earth Myriad Spirits Great Formation. When each one finishes, they'll link up on their own into a web of arrays. That way, we'll instantly sense everyone's advancements...”
Kou Hong guided them with utmost seriousness.
Noticing some members' uncertainties, he clarified: “Rest easy. These chosen minor realms house only ordinary folk. Your power levels will let you dominate them swiftly. Plus, the True Immortal of Salvation grants the sacred tool Heaven and Earth Furnace to reshape those realms...”
“In essence, this trial's real challenge lies in your resolve and devotion.”
Faced with the ordeal's precise demands, the cultivators sank into thought.
Yet, the True Immortal of Salvation's subtle influence had woven into them over time, and with the inevitable chase from the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance post-escape, seeking refuge in mortal minor realms seemed a wise move.
Without delay, they embraced the task and started hashing out the finer points.
After divvying up their assigned minor realms, they delved deeply into strategies for handling any crises upon fleeing the Nether Prison.
Three months on, as Immortal Alliance wardens dragged yet another escapee to this hell and readied to cage him atop a towering spike for crushing agony.
He watched in terror as thousands of spikes across the Nether Prison cracked apart one after another.
Myriad savage inmates, gazes burning with savage hunger, fixed upon him in unison.
Overwhelmed by the tidal wave of murderous intent, his form and spirit disintegrated right there.
The responders who charged in to quell the chaos—those foggy wardens and Immortal Alliance experts—were ripped apart in a flash.
“Storm the gates, don't hang back!”
Kou Hong bellowed, and the horde burst from the Nether Prison like unchained predators.
All barriers and wards might as well have been illusions.
The freed prisoners howled to unleash their pent-up fury upon seeing daylight once more. But they didn't pause; after a quick bearings check, they streaked off toward their destined minor realms.
In the mere flash of an instant, the swarm of brutal offenders vanished completely.
Soon enough, the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance's elite agents caught wind and arrived with forces to probe the site.
Spotting the intact wards showing no breach marks, fury twisted their faces.
Squads of dark-garbed cultivators traced the fugitives' paths and launched after them.