My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1144: Witnessing Across the Ages
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
“After finding Master Yin, convince him and escort him back to the Great Qi Dynasty.”
Gazing at the concise order with merely a handful of words, Wang Xuanba instinctively rubbed his head.
Though he didn't grasp the full implications of those words, that didn't prevent him from trusting them utterly.
With a deep rumble, the darkness under his feet started to squirm and coil. Soon enough, a duplicate of Wang Xuanba emerged from it.
This power had awakened in him after merging with and devouring the alien beast [Shadowlike].
The shadow duplicate held half the power of the real form, and even if it perished, the main body would suffer no damage at all.
For a mission involving some danger, it served as the ideal stand-in.
Thinking that, Wang Xuanba's shadow morphed into a shadowy, coiling serpent-dragon and disappeared into the heavens.
Over a dozen days afterward, he at last pinpointed Yin Yin Island's whereabouts.
From the isle drifted soft, sorrowful cries that made Wang Xuanba's back crawl with unease.He shouted a few times, receiving no reply. Stepping into the structure, he encountered a horde of bizarre and hideous beings, each freakier than the one before. The view caused his scalp to tingle.
“These creatures are even more disgusting than the alien beast I merged with…”
Pressing further in, he eventually spotted his target—positioned in front of a clear enclosure.
“Sir, my master extends an invitation for you to meet,” Wang Xuanba stated evenly, showing no subservience or arrogance.
Master Yin offered zero reaction.
Wang Xuanba restated his message a number of times, but the figure stayed still as stone.
Observing this, Wang Xuanba chose to deliver the direct words from the Holy Emperor.
“Sir, do you want to learn who devised the Immortal-Mortal Miasma?”
Master Yin's frame shook. Gradually, his eyes lifted from the test subjects and landed on Wang Xuanba.
“What did you just say…?”
His layered voice resounded strangely, forcing Wang Xuanba to gulp.
Nevertheless, he mustered his resolve and restated the question.
Before the other could reply, he pressed on, “Sir, do you want to discover the path to refine the ‘Foundation Built Upon Oneself’ technique?”
Master Yin's previously stooped posture slowly uprighted itself.
He locked his piercing gaze on Wang Xuanba, a menacing spark igniting in them. “Who are you, really?”
Wang Xuanba let out a light laugh. “I'm just a courier. If you seek those answers, then follow me.”
“Show me the way.”
To Wang Xuanba's astonishment, Master Yin consented right away.
From behind him, thick mist poured from the enclosure, accompanied by the shrieks of a few mortals that soon died out.
Wang Xuanba grew alert and hastily agreed.
“Oh, my master also told me to remind you not to overlook that rib bone—take it with you.”
Master Yin's gaze turned icy, his intent to kill almost spilling over.
Yet, seeing Wang Xuanba's unafraid stance, he suppressed the deadly impulse.
After patting himself down, he uncovered nothing.
Finally, he located the rib bone in the lair of a tiny hound sporting a human hand as a forepaw.
Shoving the mutt away with a kick, Master Yin indicated they were ready to depart.
Wang Xuanba soared forward to lead, traversing the array-hidden portal to the minor realm and heading back to the Great Qi Dynasty.
The abundant spiritual energy in this domain caught Immortal Master Yin off guard briefly, but his focus soon shifted to the massive tower in the Holy Capital City.
He detected a vastly potent aura dwelling inside.
In short order, Master Yin faced Li Ping, the Faceless Holy Emperor.
“Fellow Daoist, why go to such lengths to draw me here?”
Master Yin's face twisted in displeasure.
“No grand reason. I've admired your skills for ages, that's it.” Perched atop the Holy Emperor’s Throne, Li Ping gazed down and remarked softly.
“What do you think of this technique?”
Before Master Yin could answer, Li Ping tapped his fingers gently.
A sheet of radiance spread out in front of him.
Master Yin started with scant curiosity, but as he glanced at the material inside, his look grew grave at once.
The gravity on his features swiftly morphed into astonishment.
“This…”
He scrutinized it multiple times before lifting his eyes to the clone, Li Ping, filled with incredulity.
“I've heard you hold a valuable rib bone, sir?” Clone Li Ping skipped any explanation and posed a different query.
Elder Yin inclined his head. “Yes. It belongs to the initial cultivator in this world afflicted by the Immortal-Mortal Miasma.”
“Could I examine it?”
Master Yin paused briefly, yet ultimately passed it to Li Ping.
Li Fan grasped the rib bone, sinking into profound recollection.
Following a lengthy sigh, his expression revealed a hint of grief and sadness.
He handed the bone back to Master Yin then.
Li Ping’s actions stirred unease and suspicion in Master Yin.
“You…”
“Seeing an old acquaintance again, only to witness his downfall to this extent. I simply felt moved, sir. No offense meant.”
Li Ping’s statement hit Master Yin like a bolt from the blue.
“What? Old acquaintance?”
His stare brimmed with doubt as he fixed on Li Ping.
Li Ping stayed composed, his voice subdued and soft. “Heh… besides me, who else in this world recalls him?”
“The Great Xuanhuang Celestial Venerable… a truly flawless entity. Su Bai… Mr. Bai…”
As he uttered the names, a ghostly silhouette materialized before Master Yin.
In a flash, the vision captured Master Yin’s full focus.
The figure in the apparition was utterly impeccable in form, without the slightest flaw.
His gaze held warmth and tenderness. Though the projection was faint, locking eyes with it touched the depths of one's spirit.
Master Yin gaped in a daze for quite a while.
Then, pondering Li Ping’s earlier words, his form quivered fiercely as enlightenment struck. “What did you say? The Great Xuanhuang Celestial Venerable?”
He clutched the rib bone tighter instinctively, as if thunderstruck.
His vision blurred, and he whispered to himself. “Defying Heaven’s mandate… defying Heaven’s mandate…”
“The Immortal-Mortal Miasma… Dual Heavenly Sovereigns…”
“How is this feasible?”
…
Master Yin stumbled, slumping powerlessly onto the floor.
It seemed like he'd endured a massive strike. His whole presence appeared adrift, aimless, and drowned in hopelessness.
Li Ping lingered calmly until Master Yin gradually recovered from the stunned state.
Only then did he continue, disclosing his actual purpose.
“The road to immortality stretches before us, but it's blocked by the Dharma-Transmitting Immortal Ancestor above.”
“Sir, will you join me in realizing Mr. Bai’s unfinished dream—to employ the New Foundation Method to dismantle the Immortal Ancestor’s core, and rescue Xuanhuang from doom?”
Li Ping stepped down from the throne, approached Master Yin, and aided him to stand while declaring earnestly.
Master Yin swiftly comprehended Li Ping’s implication.
“You’re saying… this impeccable ‘Foundation Built Upon Oneself Method’ was forged by him?” Master Yin’s tone quavered a bit.
Li Ping affirmed with a nod, exhaling. “Yes. In the whole Xuanhuang Realm, who but him could boast such genius and perception?”
Master Yin’s spirit shook even more profoundly.
“Yes… yes…” he echoed softly.
Gazing again at the luminous text on the light panel, Master Yin sensed he pierced through eras—his sight connecting with Mr. Bai’s over vast stretches of time.
“My ideas and insights… they match his, even after millennia?”
“And yet… he eclipses me in all aspects…”
…
Li Fan-ping observed the utterly captivated Master Yin and realized the scheme had triumphed.