My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1167: Grand Formation of the Primordial Mystic Spirit

As seconds ticked by, droplets of cold sweat trickled down Sun Luyuan’s brow.

Sun Luyao, his younger sibling, appeared to be suppressing his urges even as he frantically hunted for details on the Tianxuan Mirror’s clone.

“It is not enough!”

Noticing Sun Luyao’s refusal to halt, a spark of resolve gleamed in Sun Luyuan’s gaze. Right then, he pulled out the tiny Tianxuan Mirror anyway.

Deprived abruptly of its meal, Sun Luyao flew into a rage once more.

“Not enough! I want more!”

“Brother, save me!”

Ultimately, only Sun Luyuan’s vital blood essence managed to calm his turbulent feelings bit by bit.

As though he had endured a devastating blow and clawed back from the brink of oblivion, Sun Luyao’s dim silhouette looked frailer than ever.

He let out a feeble sigh: “Brother, you acted too rashly. Just a bit further…”

“It’s safer to fail than risk detection. Hold on, you mean…” Sun Luyuan was midway through his words when sudden realization hit him about his brother’s implication.

Sun Luyao gave a nod and shared a few mental images: “This wasn’t some made-up reason to consume more. We actually struck gold this time, snagging potential intel on the Tianxuan Mirror’s clone all at once.”

“Unfortunately, just as I pinpointed the clone’s exact spot and persona, you severed the link.”

Regret colored Sun Luyao’s voice, yet he held no resentment.

“Forging one’s unique path for true liberation. The Tianxuan Mirror secretly detached a clone ages ago, not just to slip free from the Immortal Alliance’s grip but to pursue yet another kind of ascension?” Sun Luyuan struggled to wrap his mind around it.

Yet another revelation in the gathered data stunned him further, shattering his usual poise right there.

“Reverse-consume the Mirror Holder, turning them into a mirror slave?”

Drawing on Lord Fu’s earlier remarks about Mirror Holder Cang’s oddities and the hints left unsaid, Sun Luyuan pieced it together swiftly.

“So Lord Fu himself once fell under the Tianxuan Mirror’s attempt at domination, but he probably got away by sheer fortune without full takeover. That’s why he eyes Cang, another Mirror Holder, with such doubt.”

“Overseeing and reining in the Tianxuan Mirror comes with the danger of backlash control. Should this secret spill, the whole Mirror Holder line might face total annihilation. It could even spark chaos across the entire Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance…”

Contemplating the dire fallout if this truth emerged, a shiver ran through Sun Luyuan’s core.

At that moment, he vowed steadfastly: “No way. I’d take Fu’s punishment over letting on that I know this. If not, to safeguard their authority, Fu and every other Mirror Holder would eliminate us without hesitation.”

“That’s it. We drop this right now. The Tianxuan Mirror’s clone bears no tie to our Sun family. Brother, take some time to recover. I’ll handle excuses for Lord Fu.” Sun Luyuan’s face grew grave as he stated it firmly.

“Brother? What a prime chance…” Sun Luyao blinked in surprise and confusion.

Yet Sun Luyuan offered no clarification. His stare alone broadcast his unyielding stance.

In the duo of Sun brothers, the older one always called the shots. Faced with this, Sun Luyao had no choice but to yield.

After soothing his brother a touch longer, Sun Luyuan departed the hidden room, burdened by weighty concerns.

Following a prolonged hush.

“My lord, you witnessed it all. You can’t pin this on me.” Sun Luyao spoke with urgency, confessing his fault to Li Fan.

“No issue. Your brother really is something else.” Li Fan replied calmly.

Li Fan spoke no hyperbole.

To stay composed, reason clearly, and pick the wisest path amid Li Fan’s clone-based secret art, the pull of familial bonds, and the lure of such colossal mysteries.

The Sun family leader proved exceptionally capable.

Moments ago, during the link with the small Tianxuan Mirror and glimpsing its hidden depths.

The pilfered data wasn’t truly about the Tianxuan Mirror’s clone, of course.

Li Fan had already pinpointed the Tianxuan Mirror’s clone location long before. A casual leak of bits sufficed to pass muster.

He’d aimed to leverage this earth-shattering revelation to force a direct encounter with Mirror Holder Fu.

But Sun Luyuan’s sharp judgment thwarted Li Fan’s scheme temporarily.

Still, Li Fan remained unperturbed.

“This was just sowing a seed today. Time stretches on. More chances will arise.”

“Plus, the aim for this round is already met.”

Li Fan scrutinized the authentic data the Boundless Mirror had just glimpsed.

“Grand Formation of the Primordial Mystic Spirit: reshape earth, fire, water, and wind amid nothingness, parting the heavens and cleaving the land, birthing a new realm…”

“Its power rivals the deities of legends. Immortal-grade formations are indeed awe-inspiring.”

Indeed. What Li Fan had directed the Boundless Mirror to extract from the Tianxuan Mirror this round was a passing notion on an immortal-grade formation.

This notion surfaced repeatedly, from moments of resentment in bondage plotting escapes, nostalgic recalls of immortal glory, or musings on averting the Xuanhuang Realm’s apocalypse.

This world-forging array arose from layering nine distinct immortal-grade formations.

Even back in that era’s immortal domain, its potency was rare, with scarce few able to deploy it successfully.

[The Astral Mechanism, All Spirits Return to Numbers], [Desolate Fall, Flowers Bloom in an Empty Room], and the core within the Boundless Mirror enabling peeks at the Tianxuan Mirror, [Boundless, Primal Chaos Reveals in Form], all formed components of this Grand Formation of the Primordial Mystic Spirit.

The Astral Mechanism, All Spirits Return to Numbers array transformed all within its domain into malleable numerical data.

The Desolate Fall, Flowers Bloom in an Empty Room array conjured matter from sheer void, yielding substance from nullity.

The Boundless Primal Chaos Reveals in Form array instinctively unraveled the realm’s concealed truths in a bounded area, providing a sturdy base for the Grand Formation of the Primordial Mystic Spirit’s world-building.

Via the Tianxuan Mirror’s transient recollections, Li Fan grasped a prevailing belief in the immortal realm: each element composing the world mirrors the world wholly. Put differently, every worldly enigma could be decoded and embodied via any lone object inside it.

All supernatural arts and practices could derive from even the plainest roadside pebble.

Had someone pitched this to Li Fan earlier, he’d have dismissed it as drivel.

Yet sourced from the Tianxuan Mirror’s recollections and the immortal consensus, it demanded his serious reflection.

Nevertheless, grasping principles beyond mortal bounds lay far beyond his current grasp.

After prolonged contemplation, Li Fan merely shook his head faintly and etched it deep into his mind.

Snapping back, drawing on the lingering formation echoes in the Boundless Mirror and the hazy snippets of the Grand Formation of the Primordial Mystic Spirit from the Tianxuan Mirror, he set to deducing the Boundless Primal Chaos Reveals in Form array via the Final Dissociation Disc.

“Once this array finishes, the Boundless Mirror won’t just peek at the Tianxuan Mirror. Likely, nothing across the Xuanhuang Realm can evade its scrutiny.”

“Including that immortal relic, the Fishing Pond…”