My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1143: The Return of the Xuanhuang Stars
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
Li Fan sharply perceived that Derivation Law Jade had already stirred to wakefulness ages ago.
Right now, she remained stretched out across the extended table, obviously feigning slumber.
The trio of Dao Integration Guardians knew this full well, and their urging for Li Fan to rouse the young lass stemmed simply from his status as the fresh arrival.
Li Fan grasped Derivation Law Jade’s nature perfectly: playful like a child, holding grudges, and quick to take offense.
Whoever dared interrupt her nap would undoubtedly face a hostile glare.
As Guardians, their duty boiled down to just overseeing her. They held no real sway over Derivation Law Jade.
Whenever the little ancestor's mood soured, all they could do was pamper and soothe her.
Sensing the pair of divine senses locked onto him, Li Fan showed no hesitation in stepping up.
Using the technique Elder Nangong had shared before, he summoned the sealing might of this Derivation Law Space, summoning a bronze gong hovering right over the girl's head.
Then, with force, he banged it sharply.Clang!
Derivation Law Jade's frame trembled, and she snapped her head up in a flash.
Immediately, her gaze zeroed in on Li Fan, the offender, her tiny features flushed with fury.
Li Fan gave a casual shrug, acting all blameless: “Your rest time has exceeded six hours. It’s time to get up and work.”
Derivation Law Jade kept her eyes wide and fixed on him, staring as though he'd pulled off some heinous deed.
Li Fan held his firm look steady and pressed on: “Oh, and per the rules, the excess time will be deducted from your next vacation.”
He halted briefly, brushing his cheek: “Also, the time you’re spending staring at me counts.”
Li Fan appeared utterly unfazed by Derivation Law Jade’s unrelenting stare, almost as if egging her on to stare longer.
The moment she caught wind of her upcoming break getting trimmed, Derivation Law Jade bristled up like a startled feline.
Tears gathered in her big eyes, and she turned a pitiful gaze toward the other two Guardians.
Zhang Xu and his companions swiftly averted their faces.
Meanwhile, Li Fan offered a soft grin, eyeing Derivation Law Jade like he was savoring an entertaining spectacle.
He went further by manifesting an hourglass to measure the ticking moments.
After a charged impasse, with grains mounting at the hourglass's base, Yanfa Jue at last gave in.
She hurled a venomous look at Li Fan and smacked her little palm down on the table.
The light orbs etched with characters, which had slowed to a crawl, suddenly surged forward in swift evolution once more.
Li Fan’s grin stayed put.
For centuries in this place, the sole diversion had been prodding the young one.
While Li Fan managed to slip in and bond more with Derivation Law Jade...
In another spot within the Great Qi, Holy Capital:
Following eight years of sweeping reforms, the Holy Dynasty's essence had evolved from blood-red to imperial violet.
Li Ping, in his clone form, had likewise broken through to the fourth layer of the “Heavenly Emperor Qi Classic” via dedicated practice.
“Drawing on the immense destiny of countless billions, I possess power enough to challenge a peak Soul Transformation expert from the Xuanhuang Realm.”
“Should I nurture this minor realm to its peak across a few more decades, I could stand toe-to-toe with a Dao Integration powerhouse.”
“Yet pushing beyond that, to match a Longevity Immortal…”
The clone Li Ping gave a faint shake of his head.
“The Great Formation of Myriad Spirits of Heaven and Earth stands initially formed. Now's the moment to broaden our domain.”
At Li Ping's mental command, Sun Erlang and Wang Xuamba promptly materialized in his presence.
“We pay our respects to Master,” they chorused together, offering deep bows of reverence.
With a flick of his wrist, the clone Li Ping summoned a stellar map aglow like a star-studded night.
Every pale speck marked a Cave-Heaven or minor realm.
Great Qi's spot, though, shone with a hallowed purple radiance.
Sun Erlang stared at the map, deep in contemplation.
As his divine sense probed the pale specks, details on those linked minor realms poured into his thoughts.
“I’ve already laid out the Xuanhuang Realm’s present state for you,” Li Ping stated.
“At present, we haven’t clashed head-on with the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance or the Five Elders Association. Thus, our national strategy for the coming century focuses on rallying the might of diverse minor realms to swell the Holy Dynasty’s borders.”
“A Federation Of All Worlds, countering Xuanhuang.”
The clone Li Ping didn’t dodge admitting the Great Qi Holy Dynasty’s current frailty. Rather, he sketched a dazzling prospect for his two prized pupils.
Sun Erlang and Wang Xuamba weren’t clueless about the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance. They even grasped the roles of its top figures, like the Dharma-Transmitter and the Mirror-Holder.
Listening to the Heavenly Mandate Holy Emperor’s bold vision, Sun Erlang felt no despair, no sense of flinging pebbles at boulders.
On the contrary, his veins thrummed with zeal, itching to dive in.
This stemmed not from Sun Erlang’s innocence but from beholding the Holy Dynasty’s miraculous shifts over these eight years. Weighing them against his glimpses of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, he was convinced that the Holy Dynasty would one day crush the Alliance and claim the Xuanhuang Realm.
Across these eight years, the Great Qi Holy Dynasty’s populace had ballooned fivefold, and the common lifespan had leaped from forty to seventy-three years.
No more did tyranny and subjugation reign; every soul could learn and pursue cultivation.
This outshone the ancient scrolls’ tales of Sage’s Governance by a hundredfold.
In the last eight years, Sun Erlang had covertly explored adjacent minor realms.
They mirrored the rotten Great Xuan Dynasty of old.
In certain spots, the folk endured harsher fates than Great Xuan’s own.
Sun Erlang was certain that carrying the Holy Dynasty’s splendor and the Holy Emperor’s grace to these crumbling minor realms marked a righteous and exalted cause.
Therefore, as the Holy Emperor voiced his forthright intent, an endless blaze of resolve kindled within Sun Erlang’s core.
The Great Qi Holy Dynasty commanded nine legions now.
Every legion’s chief had attained Nascent Soul cultivation.
As the foremost among these chiefs, Sun Erlang, wielder of the Sitting Immortal Art, boasted might nearing the Soul Transformation stage.
Without the Holy Emperor’s caution that his base remained shaky and required more tempering, he might have already drawn in heaven and earth’s vital shifts for a leap forward.
Achieving Soul Transformation in merely eight years—Sun Erlang deemed this pace staggering, even by Xuanhuang Realm standards.
Xuanhuang’s vaunted geniuses couldn’t hold a candle to the legion chiefs serving beneath him.
…
The deeper his knowledge grew, the surer Sun Erlang felt of the Holy Dynasty’s destiny.
“You have one year to ready yourselves,” Li Ping announced.
“One year hence, the Holy Dynasty’s forces will march from the Holy Capital to seize the myriad realms.”
With Li Ping’s grave words, the purple mark for the Xuanhuang Realm on the map abruptly sprouted endless violet strands. Like grasping tendrils, they ensnared the thousands of minor realms across the Xuanhuang Realm.
They twisted into an immense web, cloaking the full expanse of the Xuanhuang Realm’s chart.
Seeing this, Sun Erlang and Wang Xuamba caught their breaths, their pulses racing with thrill.
Swelled by this passion, Sun Erlang hurried off at once to rally the legion chiefs and scheme for the looming conflict.
Wang Xuamba lingered, however, bearing a covert task from the Holy Emperor.
“‘All Stars Return to Their Position’?” Wang Xuamba whispered, baffled by the operation’s title.
“First, head to the Congyun Sea and Yin Yin Island to seek a cultivator called Master Yin,” he echoed inwardly.