My Longevity Simulation Chapter 1171: Who Determines Right and Wrong

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Previously on My Longevity Simulation...
Li Ping quelled the rampaging insectified beasts within the Five Elements Great Cave-Heaven and, through his connection to the Dao One insects, tamed the rebellious world, integrating it fully under his control as an extension of his own body. He reflected on the transformation's benefits, such as granting worlds beast-like aggression and autonomy, but lamented its severe reduction in lifespan, deeming it unsustainable for repeated use. Li Fan's main body, observing this, recognized a novel path to comprehending the Heavenly Dao by embodying it within an insectified world. With this newfound asset, Li Ping extended tentacles from the Cave-Heaven to encircle the Great Qi small world, then set them both in motion through the void, distancing from the Xuanhuang Realm.

In the past, although Li Ping had fortified the Holy Dynasty Great Qi into an impregnable stronghold akin to a golden fortress, equipped with safeguards like the Sky-Patrolling Arrows and the Heaven and Earth Myriad Spirits Great Formation, a single inescapable flaw lingered.

This flaw stemmed from the Great Qi small world being positioned far too near the Xuanhuang Realm.

Lacking any buffer zone, should the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance pinpoint its precise whereabouts, the world could face a sudden onslaught, finding itself encircled and in dire straits.

Yet, if concealed deeper within...

Over thousands of years, the Rift Splitting Whale Herd had tirelessly carved through the void.

They had fashioned a superb sanctuary for evasion.

“The Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance maintains records on the small world where the mortals were relocated in those days.”

“But when they track down the spot and gear up for an assault, they'll find the small world transformed into mere empty nothingness. Imagine their utter confusion.”

“Exactly, and I could layer killing formations at the former site of the Great Qi small world, luring the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance straight into the ambush. Heh heh heh…”

In a flash, a torrent of cunning plans flooded Li Ping's thoughts.

The gradual relocation of the small world escaped the notice of the Holy Dynasty Great Qi's inhabitants.

Only a handful, such as Sun Erlang, detected the nine black tentacles firmly anchored into the world.

Still, upon realizing this was Holy Emperor Li Ping's handiwork, they could merely express awe at his supreme might.

“Fellow Daoist, precisely where do you intend to haul this world…”

Beyond the world, amid the void.

Daoist Hundred Flowers, partially restored through Li Ping's aid, swiftly ventured out to probe the unusual disturbance within the world.

Before her lay the insect-mutated Five Elements Cave-Heaven, propelling the small world ahead with its nine tentacles at great speed.

Though she prided herself on vast worldly knowledge, the sight left her utterly stunned.

“Why insist on a fixed endpoint?”

Li Ping dissolved his colossal projected avatar, reverting to his usual stature, and replied with composure.

That recent maneuver had drained some dynastic fortune, yet with the Holy Dynasty thriving and ascending robustly, replenishment would come within half a year.

“Fellow Daoist, between a stationary bastion and a vessel meandering erratically along a waterway, which do you deem tougher to conquer?” Li Ping inquired deeply.

Daoist Hundred Flowers grasped Li Ping's intent at once and inclined her head. “You're right. Perpetually altering course through the void prevents any firm fix on its position, much less mounting an attack. This strategy of yours is ingenious, fellow Daoist.”

Daoist Hundred Flowers commended.

“Still, a drawback exists for now.”

“Which is?”

“Relying solely on one Five Elements Great Cave-Heaven for towing, the pace across the void remains somewhat sluggish.”

A foreboding chill crept into Daoist Hundred Flowers' mind.

“Thus, I must ask Daoist Hundred Flowers to undertake a few more journeys.”

Li Ping glanced over, his voice earnest.

“I possess a few more fitting candidates. Though none match the Five Elements Great Cave-Heaven's magnitude, they remain serviceable. After fetching them all, I'll link them via formations. Then, the driving force will multiply manifold.”

Remembering the grueling ordeal of hauling the Five Elements Cave-Heaven before, and now eyeing the details of over a dozen extra Cave-Heavens from Li Ping, Daoist Hundred Flowers felt a wave of vertigo, her prospects dimming.

“Heh heh, fear not, fellow Daoist. Your tireless service to the Holy Dynasty won't go unrewarded.” Li Ping grinned and extended a finger skyward.

A golden coiling dragon materialized instantly in front of Daoist Hundred Flowers.

“This is…? Myriad Spirits Nectar?” Daoist Hundred Flowers blurted out.

“Ah, no. It's merely condensed cultivation energy.” Moments later, a twinge of disappointment crossed Daoist Hundred Flowers.

“Heh heh, Source Power Essence requires True Immortals to forge. How could I wield it? That said, this purified essence should offset the toll from ferrying the Cave-Heaven.” Li Ping remarked casually.

The essence shaping the golden dragon derived from Great Qi denizens practicing the Enlightenment Spirit Origin Technique in unison.

It ranked just shy of Source Power Essence—untainted, attribute-free cultivation energy in dense form.

Daoist Hundred Flowers paused briefly before parting her lips to ingest the golden coiling dragon.

It dissolved within her promptly. Her lingering wounds mended entirely, and her dark golden glazed form gained further density.

“Gratitude for your support, fellow Daoist.”

“Yet, the source power bestowed by Fellow Daoist appears, relative to standard cultivation yields, to be...”

“Of superior quality?”

Daoist Hundred Flowers weighed her phrasing carefully before voicing it.

Li Ping had no intention of revealing to Daoist Hundred Flowers how this source power's potency eclipsed the norm—through harnessing the faith of myriad beings to elevate it toward source power essence.

All such endeavors had faltered thus far.

After all, a force forsaken by a True Immortal transcended the ordinary; it defied simple mastery.

“It's just an illusion on your part, Fellow Daoist. How fares your recuperation? If nearly complete, best depart without delay.” Li Ping responded offhandedly.

Daoist Hundred Flowers offered a sheepish grin. With no alternatives, she sighed, took her leave, and vanished.

“With the core stronghold's utter security locked in, we might turn to offensives on other small worlds.”

“Their exact positions are etched in our memory. We could even slip agents ahead to redirect entrances into the void close to Great Qi.”

“Spiritwood, the Empire...”

“And the Nether Realm.”

As Holy Emperor Li Ping reclaimed his seat on the Emperor’s throne and mulled the Holy Dynasty's next path.

His disciple Sun Erlang arrived to request a meeting.

“Er, Master. Regarding one of the catches from the fishing pond last time...” Sun Erlang appeared rather fidgety.

“Out with it.”

Sun Erlang proceeded to recount the full tale.

Since the last fishing contest concluded, almost every rewarded participant had integrated into the Holy Dynasty's diverse branches.

One such figure, a middle-aged individual called Quan Ruochu, had piqued Sun Erlang’s interest and earned his personal guidance.