My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1152: Reforging the World with a Single Hand

As the leader of the Qingxuan Army, Shang Shaojun had never come face-to-face with a powerhouse from the Longevity Immortal Heavenly Sovereign Realm.

During his tense and silent wait, a growing unease clawed at his mind. Each passing instant stretched out like endless ages.

Finally, after what felt like countless eons, the swirling torrent of sword light encircling them came to a halt.

Li Fan, who had remained with eyes shut while seated, gradually opened them.

With the sword light fading away, Shang Shaojun couldn't help but glance around instinctively.

The sight that met his eyes sent a bone-chilling cold through his body, as if plunged into an icy void.

Those worlds that Li Fan had obliterated mere moments ago with his sword light had inexplicably reformed!

Now they dangled inverted above them, linked by bizarre red threads that wove together and grew denser without cease.

Myriad filaments stretched out infinitely toward the Chizha Abyss.

“Not only did they fail to vanish, they've actually...” A icy grip tightened around Shang Shaojun's heart. In terror, his eyes fixed on Li Fan.

He even started to question if the earlier scene of those worlds being destroyed was merely a deceptive mirage.

“He has been present.”

Li Fan uttered softly.

“Who could that be?” Shang Shaojun blurted out involuntarily.

The Holy Embryo Clone belonging to Li Fan shook his head slowly.

“You'll find out before long.”

Li Fan formed a hand seal and directed his finger into the emptiness ahead.

The thousand rays of sword light that composed the massive sword formation materialized again in front of the pair.

Then, they started whirling at an incredible velocity.

As the sword light accelerated into a blur, vague and hazy visions began emerging on the radiant barrier created by the swords.

“To achieve such feats,” Li Fan murmured softly, “this individual must wield tremendous might beyond compare. Had we covertly observed him moments ago, despite my ultimate formation hiding us, despite the world-shattering chaos providing camouflage...”

“We would have been detected nonetheless.”

Only then did Li Fan reveal the reason for deploying a formation to sever Shang Shaojun's senses during their watch.

Shang Shaojun's heart quaked as Li Fan went on, “Even these sword lights I employed to capture the event weren't concentrated in a single spot. Every beam recorded just a sliver of the scene. Only by merging them all do we get the complete view of the occurrence.”

“In this manner, the risk of detection drops to its absolute minimum.”

While Li Fan whispered this, the scenes on the sword barrier changed.

Shards of broken worlds reemerged, then a surge of apocalyptic force exploded outward in a furious wave.

Right as this tumultuous display started to subside...

A silhouette abruptly materialized amid the tempest's core.

The sword light capture failed to reveal the man's actual appearance.

Or maybe he chose not to show his real self.

Shang Shaojun realized only that upon this enigmatic entity's arrival, the raging energies and ruinous waves settled instantly.

The silhouette scanned the area momentarily, appearing somewhat baffled.

Next, his eyes shifted toward the Chizha Abyss's location.

Though it was merely a captured projection, though his visage was obscured, though barriers of time and space divided them—

As that look passed over them, Shang Shaojun sensed his flesh and spirit utterly locking in place.

He couldn't budge. Nor could he form a single thought.

Luckily, the silhouette merely surveyed briefly without deeper scrutiny.

He turned his gaze away.

Shang Shaojun slumped down like after an epic clash, breathing raggedly, soaked in icy perspiration, yet his eyes remained glued to the evolving sword barrier.

The enigmatic silhouette thrust both palms into the space below. In an instant, every fierce gale in that realm halted completely.

With a casual sweep of his arm, he collected the lingering debris from the ruined worlds.

After that...

The silhouette appeared grave, carefully extracting an identical count of world shards from some hidden source.

It resembled a primordial colossus from legend, capable of rending the skies and cleaving the lands.

He positioned those fractured worlds inverted at the Chizha Abyss's depths.

Then, with a light flick of his digit, peculiar crimson strands shot forth from the damaged world pieces.

They acted with their own intent, shooting straight toward the Xuanhuang Realm.

From the Chizha Abyss's core, a profound bellow echoed once more.

That marked the merging of two realms.

Upon completing these actions and ensuring the upside-down worlds were secure, the silhouette at last vanished.

...

The projection cut off suddenly.

As Li Fan dispersed the thousand sword lights, Shang Shaojun lingered in the shocking spectacles he'd beheld.

“Does the Xuanhuang Realm truly conceal such an entity?”

“Even the fabled immortals who seize stars and seize the moon couldn't surpass this.”

Thinking back to the instant when that silhouette retrieved world shards and hoisted them effortlessly, Shang Shaojun couldn't hold back the quaking dread surging within him.

But Li Fan's words yanked him from his boundless shock and fear.

“Though formidable, this being falls short of a True Immortal.”

His voice stayed even, as though he'd personally beheld an immortal.

“My suspicion holds true. The odd circumstances in the Xuanhuang Realm—some hidden force must be orchestrating a grand, unknown scheme.”

Before Shang Shaojun could respond, Li Fan pressed on.

“The silhouette we observed is among those forces.”

“What course does Young Lord Shang intend to take?”

Shang Shaojun paused in surprise.

What could he possibly do?

That unidentified, horrifying power likely matched a Longevity Immortal Heavenly Sovereign or exceeded it.

As a simple Dao Integration cultivator, what action could he take?

“I need to head back to the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance headquarters right away and report everything.”

Shang Shaojun declared with firm determination.

Li Fan responded with a subtle, enigmatic smile. “Are you certain?”

“Should you press forward with that...”

“Then today might mark our final encounter.” Li Fan's tone was soft and subdued.

Shang Shaojun's expression shifted. “What are you implying?”

“The Chizha Abyss evidently harbors a profound mystery. Long ago, astute Immortal Alliance members attempted their own probes, only for the Alliance to deny their efforts...”

“Do you still not grasp it, Young Lord? In the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance's territory, how could such enormous deeds escape their awareness?”

Li Fan stated calmly.

Shang Shaojun naturally knew this reality—he just never had the courage to face it.

Now, with Li Fan laying it bare without mercy, his face flickered through various emotions.

He understood well that if this all tied to, or was directed by, the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, the implications were beyond horrifying.

Despite seeing endless intrigues and battles for dominance, Shang Shaojun now experienced a profound, choking impotence.

“No need for despair, Young Lord.”

“This affair evidently exceeds what we two can manage. By deploying fragments of annihilated worlds and corrupted Heavenly Dao to taint the Xuanhuang Realm, they've made foes of every soul within it.”

“Though certain top echelons of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance might participate, they can't dominate entirely.”

“The Immortal Ancestor roams the cosmos, detached from mortal affairs. Yet, rumors say his Dharma transmitters hold a unique way to summon him...”

The Holy Embryo Li Fan addressed him in a soothing, instructive manner.

At these words, Shang Shaojun's gaze brightened instantly. “You're right. Given the crisis's severity, maybe only recalling the Immortal Ancestor can settle it. However... reaching the Heavenly Sovereign directly would require only...”

Shang Shaojun creased his forehead faintly.

Meanwhile, Li Fan quietly replayed the recent vision in his mind.

“Dharma-Transmitting Immortal Ancestor...”