My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1151: The True Culprit Behind the World’s Destruction

“Could it be…”

“Longevity Immortal?”

An unstoppable notion surged into Shang Shaojun’s thoughts.

According to his understanding, survivors hailing from diverse cultivation realms did include entities that had ascended to the Longevity Immortal Heavenly Sovereign stage.

Though they paled in comparison to the unbeatable Longevity Immortal Heavenly Sovereigns of the Xuanhuang World, these beings remained far beyond the reach of any typical Dao Integration Immortal Sage.

“It must be just as I suspected.” Shang Shaojun’s chest tightened, prompting him to approach Li Fan with heightened wariness.

The pair pressed further into the Chizha Abyss, reaching the zenith of clashing laws from varied worlds.

Amid the shadows, fresh oddities started to appear.

A subtle crimson radiance lit the way forward.

Shattered pieces of continents dangled inverted and floated overhead.

In the distance, faint outlines of ruins dotted those territories, packed with innumerable pale skeletons.

Each drifting world fragment exuded utter quietude and barrenness.

Robust scarlet tendrils, resembling the roots of a colossal tree, sprouted from those fractured lands, extending into the abyss’s depths and fading into obscurity.

Occasionally, eerie noises reverberated in the air.

It resembled a knife grating against bone or the labored, wheezing gasps of a person nearing their end.

The sinister vibe of the location caused Li Fan and Shang Shaojun to halt instinctively.

Noticing Li Fan silently examining the bizarre scene ahead, Shang Shaojun considered briefly before transmitting a message:

“These ruined worlds… do they still possess life?” he queried hesitantly.

Holy Embryo Li Fan offered no response.

He merely flicked his hand, unleashing a beam of sword light that raced directly at one of the fractured worlds.

Shang Shaojun’s pulse quickened at once.

Even though he had observed Li Fan’s exceptional sword skills earlier, he recognized that a world on its last legs could unleash a counterforce not to be taken lightly.

The gleaming silver sword beam traversed the void swiftly and landed on the devastated terrain.

To Shang Shaojun’s astonishment, Li Fan’s attack appeared not aimed at obliteration.

Upon breaching the shield and settling down, the sword light hovered steadily without stirring.

The trail it carved through the atmosphere lingered undispersed.

The sword beam hardened, creating a slender silver filament.

It linked Li Fan with that damaged world.

Li Fan hovered elegantly, positioned on the silver strand. His eyelids shut, as if delving into some deep sensation.

“What is this…”

Initially, Shang Shaojun failed to grasp Li Fan’s intent.

Yet upon observing, a vision abruptly surfaced in his consciousness—like an earthly doctor feeling a patient’s pulse.

“Using the sword as a conduit, he probes the boundary of vitality and demise.”

“Does this mean his expertise goes beyond swords, delving profoundly into the Dao of Healing too?”

Shang Shaojun felt a profound internal jolt.

Then Li Fan’s subsequent move sent his heart pounding fiercely.

Li Fan lightly pressed his foot against the silver strand.

A gentle wave propagated along the filament, conveying into the ruined world.

At the outset, only a minor quiver occurred, scarcely detectable.

However, as though echoing a concealed harmony, the oscillation intensified progressively.

The previously lifeless terrain abruptly revived.

A profound groan rumbled from the earth below, while streams of scorching magma burst skyward amid the world’s wrathful bellow.

The whole domain started to awaken anew…

Even before Li Fan’s words concluded, Shang Shaojun sensed a colossal impact slamming into him. His form whirled backward wildly, and his blood and qi churned chaotically inside. Minor internal wounds had already formed.

Alarmed, Shang Shaojun glanced over and witnessed the world fragment Li Fan had been “examining” now imploding violently, racing toward utter extinction.

Being merely a tattered leftover originally, it proved too frail to endure such intense internal upheavals.

The terrain shredded completely, melting into boundless scarlet infernos.

As the fires consumed their ultimate glow in the gloom, they signaled the end of a complete world.

Shang Shaojun gazed at the spectacle wordlessly, stunned by the display.

Li Fan positioned himself nearby and stated evenly, “Employing outside power to shatter this world would provoke not just its retaliation, but could also notify the entity orchestrating everything.”

“Yet if I compel the final traces of the world’s vitality to ignite and allow it to fade on its own...”

While Li Fan uttered this, myriad sword silhouettes materialized in his wake.

Sword beams wove together, blazing intensely prior to dissolving into nothingness.

“Step into the array.”

Upon receiving Li Fan’s mental directive, Shang Shaojun’s heart quivered once more.

However, after so many shocks, a sense of detachment emerged. He complied nearly on reflex.

Entering the array’s domain, he observed sword silhouettes whirling swiftly on all sides.

A host of a thousand blades soared collectively, carving out a concealed haven amid the turmoil.

Prior to joining the sword array, Shang Shaojun had also noted Li Fan methodically targeting and annihilating multiple broken worlds further on.

The cataclysmic blasts from each world’s downfall transformed the Chizha Abyss’s lower reaches into a hellish vista.

Myriad dark-crimson cinders, swept along by raging energy currents, exploded from the chasm.

It evoked myriad spirits roaming the darkness, or a mad rush of wild creatures.

The Thousand-Sword Formation appeared to buckle beneath the strain.

It contracted more and more compactly.

The spinning sword gleams accelerated relentlessly, nearly merging into solid rings.

Nevertheless, Li Fan displayed no concern regarding the array’s resilience.

He remained stationary with shut eyes, as though engaged in some mysterious endeavor.

“Hold on.”

Perceiving Shang Shaojun’s bewilderment, Li Fan transmitted a concise message and then went quiet.

Shang Shaojun drew in a steadying breath, his thoughts slowly settling amid the serene energy enveloping him.

The sword gleams swirled about, fully obstructing external sights.

His divine sense stood impeded as well; nothing outside could be discerned.

Still, from the sporadic heavy thuds battering the sword array, he inferred that the ruin of multiple world shards had triggered dreadful outer forces.

“Without his aid, I’d have been compelled to flee in shame by this point.”

“Mastery in sword techniques, healing methods, array setups... How can such a versatile expert exist?”

Shang Shaojun’s mind raced with ideas. Despite the Immortal Heart Mantra’s aid, he couldn’t quell his mounting guesses about Li Fan’s actual nature.

He lost track of the elapsed duration.

Finally, the tempest beyond the sword array started to wane.

Yet Li Fan refrained from dismantling the array.

From his deepening solemn look, it appeared something lingered outside, more dread-inducing than the worlds’ destructions.

“The culprit pulling the strings?”

The vision of innumerable torn world pieces suspended inverted in the emptiness crossed Shang Shaojun’s mind.

A spectacle like that couldn’t arise by chance.

Imagining a power that toyed with whole worlds as trifles might now prowl close by sent shivers across his scalp.

“Will this sword array really hide us?”

“Should it detect us, escape becomes impossible—death alone awaits.”