My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1150: Xuanhuang Rebirth Technique
Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
“Supreme secret technique?”
Shang Shaojun at first rejected the idea with a touch of doubt when he caught those four words.
Considering his high rank and standing, he had once stepped into the treasury preserved by the Dharma-Transmitting Heavenly Sovereign long ago.
Still, nothing inside—not a single divine skill or hidden method—ever boasted being “supreme.”
“His power stands out, yet his base seems somewhat thin,” Shang Shaojun mused inwardly.
But mere moments after scanning the initial couple of lines from the material shared with him, his face shifted dramatically, turning grave in a flash.
When he reached the midpoint of the reading, his thoughts spun wildly, leaving him rooted in stunned silence.
“Through ten thousand calamities, the heart remains unchanged. This…”
Even without knowing its name, this hidden art clearly outshone every method he had ever encountered.
It fully earned the label of “supreme”!
Even greater astonishment struck Shang Shaojun upon realizing that such an art—which would ignite endless savage fights across the Xuanhuang Realm—was simply offered to him without a second thought!
As casually as if it were just some ordinary Foundation Establishment skill!
“Who in the world…”
Shang Shaojun abruptly raised his gaze toward Li Fan, who tirelessly purged the abyssal sores, his mind surging with reverence and incredulity.
Yet Li Fan offered no clues about his origins, and Shang Shaojun lacked the boldness to probe further.
He simply trailed obediently in the rear, quietly starting to practice this supreme art.
The art flowed with calm peace and pure righteousness.
No risks of concealed dangers lurked inside it.
Shang Shaojun soon felt its tremendous might.
In the shadowy depths, endless dark crimson “vascular networks” flared to life all at once.
Resembling raging blazes across vast lands, their glow danced erratically.
As these scarlet lights emerged, the abyss appeared to shrink suddenly.
Space squeezed tight, and a eerie roar of ruin from ancient times echoed out from the abruptly fading red glows.
Suddenly, visions overwhelmed Shang Shaojun’s sight.
He appeared to behold realm after realm facing doom.
Cultivators cried out in agony.
Even the skies and lands neared their demise.
Up high, innumerable dark tears rent the firmament.
The ground split wide, spewing red-hot lava from the depths.
Myriad blazing spheres rained down, sparking colossal blazes.
A spectral azure gale rushed by, encasing everything in ice.
…
Scene after cataclysmic scene unfolded relentlessly in Shang Shaojun’s consciousness.
Despite viewing himself as a heaven-blessed prodigy, confronted by this horrifying, all-encompassing spectacle, his frame shook, and profound terror seized him.
But this time proved unlike the last.
With the supreme hidden art activating automatically, a chilling energy rapidly coursed through his form.
In this way, Shang Shaojun escaped the overwhelming dread.
The doomsday visions lingered sharply in his awareness, yet his mind stayed lucid and composed.
Free from anxiety, free from terror.
As an impartial observer, he watched with detached coolness.
"Though it endures myriad disasters, its heart stays unquenched."
"This, this qualifies as a true supreme divine art."
Right then, Shang Shaojun’s mental state felt odd.
Bolstered by the art’s influence, what ought to bring overwhelming delight stayed even and unruffled.
Still, his suspicions regarding Li Fan—who gifted him this godly technique—intensified.
"To hold an art of this caliber, scarce locations in the Xuanhuang Realm could yield such a legacy."
"He belongs to neither our Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance nor the Five Elders Association. Might he hail from some other fractured cultivation world?"
Shang Shaojun recalled that the Xuanhuang Realm sheltered exiles from distant realms. Yet these folks hid profoundly, beyond the full grasp even of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance.
"What brings him truly to the Chizha Abyss?"
As he aided Li Fan in quelling and erasing the demonic sound, Shang Shaojun reflected deeply.
Within the Chizha Abyss, bursts of demonic sound didn’t persist endlessly.
After weathering a round of the sound, quietness enveloped the abyss’s core once more.
In the gloom, Li Fan and Shang Shaojun spotted traces left from the sound’s surge.
These looked akin to prior ashen residues but carried none of the foul, warped, eroding essence.
"Does Shaojun recognize what these represent?" Li Fan inquired abruptly.
Shang Shaojun examined them briefly and gave a faint headshake.
"These mark leftovers from worlds merging together."
"Shaojun mentioned earlier that the abyss’s demonic sound stems from a broken world’s warped path. That holds only partial truth."
"The Xuanhuang Realm stands as a vast, intact, thriving cultivation domain. How could it succumb so readily to erosion from other ruined cultivation worlds? Even fragments of a shattered world’s dao wouldn’t erupt as demonic sound on this vast level."
"The crux rests right here, at this injury on the Xuanhuang Realm, linking a shattered world’s paths with the Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao."
As Li Fan clarified for Shang Shaojun, he scanned the Chizha Abyss’s depths.
"Laws from a ruined world twist into the Xuanhuang Realm’s own laws."
"It mirrors extracting blood from one form and infusing it into another. At this spot, rival Heavenly Daos clash. The Xuanhuang Heavenly Dao prevails as expected, yet..."
Li Fan trailed off mid-thought.
He withheld the latter portion.
"In this exchange, the Heavenly Dao’s core gradually shifts."
"Could this be the Heavenly Doctor’s approach?"
"Carving apart world shards, splicing and weaving them, channeling an Ancient World’s Heavenly Dao to quietly modify the Heavenly Dao’s essence, while curbing fusion’s downsides."
Li Fan seemed to glimpse, amid the white fog walls dotting the Xuanhuang Realm, myriad spots like the Chizha Abyss.
Through their unified efforts, the Xuanhuang Realm quietly transformed, inch by inch.
"An epic and meticulous procedure."
Awe welled up in Li Fan’s heart uncontrollably.
Lacking the “Record of Mending Heaven” granted by the Heavenly Doctor, Li Fan might never detect these shifts in the Xuanhuang Realm, regardless of reaching Dao Integration or Longevity Immortal stages.
Much like Shang Shaojun at present, who despite Li Fan’s hints, couldn’t yet seize the concealed reality.
"To challenge them in this realm, hesitation won’t do."
"Having arrived, we’ll wreck one site first and gauge their response."
A sharp glint filled Li Fan’s eyes.
In his wake, myriad sword silhouettes formed, surging forward with heightened speed into the abyss’s heart.
Shang Shaojun, briefly dazed, chased after in haste.
The further they delved, the more tangled and blended the laws from varied worlds grew.
Even clashes among shattered worlds’ Heavenly Daos overwhelmed typical cultivators.
Turbulent waves ravaged the shadows like a savage gale.
Despite his Dao Integration level, Shang Shaojun sensed his fused Spirit of Heaven and Earth teetering on the brink of dispersal.
"For a Dao Integration expert, this depth feels like a vessel in tempests or a flame against gales, struggling to stay firm."
Shang Shaojun glanced once more at Li Fan, bewilderment flooding his mind.
Though the man’s cultivation lagged behind his, Li Fan navigated the upheavals from clashing world laws with steady poise.
"What realm does he actually command?"
