My Simulated Road to Immortality Chapter 2335 - 1745: Li Fan’s Chronicle of Creating Gods
Previously on My Simulated Road to Immortality...
What path leads to becoming a god?
Without diving into the epic clashes among immortals in the Taichu Immortal Realm firsthand, it's impossible to grasp a full answer. Maybe the true solution remains forever elusive.
Li Fan has no choice but to guess based on varying elements that produce diverse results.
"Looks like Suo's severe wounds aren't the only element at play; other influences might be involved too."
Li Fan lingered for quite a while longer, yet the Three Saints never announced, "The moment for Divine Split has come."
Refusing to squander more time, Li Fan promptly reset the Hai Zhen.
He decided to keep the [Dao Yi Mountain and Sea Map] intact, as it stood just one step from full unveiling.
Halting briefly, Li Fan meticulously examined every aspect of the New God’s arrival in that particular simulation.
"Perhaps, on top of Suo’s heavy injuries, the Saints' meddling in its mind to provoke a confrontation played a crucial role?"
"Since pinpointing the exact cause proves tricky, I'll aim to replicate every possible variable."
Thinking this way, Li Fan called forth numerous Holy Spirits from the Mountain Sea.
He planned to deploy them like pieces on a board.
In the earlier intrusion into the Suo Net to challenge the Saints, it was Xie Ji, Bai Xiao, Fang Cun, and Taiwei who went first. Li Fan entered last.
The initial trio had etched their marks in the Great Dao Returns to Truth, making it straightforward to craft duplicates with matching potency.
"The real challenge is replicating the Taiwei Saint Emperor. Regular spirits can't capture that regal aura."
Li Fan's eyes scanned the selected candidates, picking the ideal host, then softly exhaled upon it.
The spirit, once dazed and indistinct, gradually shifted in bearing and features.
Nearby spirits appeared to detect the change, pulling back on instinct, unwilling to draw near. What Li Fan instilled went beyond mere fabricated recollections; crucially, it included the sovereign's very temperament.
After watching closely, Li Fan remained displeased and gave a faint shake of his head.
"It carries the holy aura of the Saint Emperor, but misses the core spirit of one. Still not quite right!"
In the New God’s emergence, the Saint Emperor had comprehended the Dao of Living Beings and employed his split essence to breach the Suo Net, all with scant expenditure.
Thus, to flawlessly mimic the setup for the New God’s appearance, Li Fan needed to create a Saint Emperor nearly as mighty.
"My mastery of the [Change of True and False] falls short of forming a Saint through mere intent. But..."
"I can alter my own cultivation level!"
"Cosmic Cycle Path, cast off!"
An eerie and bizarre event unfolded; Li Fan’s flesh abruptly started to twist on its own. It was as though some outside power gripped it, yanking hard to rip it free.
Bit by bit, a form separated from Li Fan’s frame.
Without features or form, vague and fluctuating.
Still, it radiated a formidable presence tied to the Saint Realm.
Meanwhile, Li Fan dropped back to the Mortal Realm!
Next to a Saint, a mortal resembles nothing more than an insect in the Mountain Sea. Normally, for a figure like Li Fan, shedding his cultivation would mean instant loss of command over the Saint’s form.
Yet Li Fan stood apart.
His base relied heavily on the [Change of True and False]. Even in mortal flesh, Li Fan retained the ability to dominate the Saint’s form.
Furthermore, the Cosmic Reincarnation Path had earned its place in the Great Dao Returns to Truth Hall. Paired with the earlier factor, it strengthened Li Fan’s hold even more.
"This isn't the moment to proceed; I'll re-ascend to the Saint Realm first."
For his next cultivation round, Li Fan selected the Mystic Mother Dao.
While Li Fan had inscribed his insights on the Cosmic Cycle Path onto the Mountain and Sea Boundaryless Stele before, his command of the Mystic Mother Dao lagged behind.
Even so, Li Fan attained Sainthood once more within a mere four centuries.
He cycled through this process repeatedly, validating the Dao time and again. To typical cultivators, reaching Sainthood feels like an impossible climb to the skies. For Li Fan, though, it had turned as routine as daily meals.
"Soon enough, summoning a Saint will come as easily as a fleeting thought."
Bursting with determination, the Mystic Mother Saint Li Fan donned the [Cosmic Cycle] garb and advanced toward the Mountain Sea ensnared by the Suo Net.
Employing Illusion as Reality to carve a way forward, he slipped inside undetected.
There, he successively unleashed the faux "Xie Ji," "Bai Xiao," and "Fang Cun."
The Suo Net responded with fitting shifts, not a perfect echo of the New God’s advent, but the overall trajectory aligned.
"Now, it's up to you."
Li Fan regarded the "Saint Emperor" illusion in his grasp, a subtle smile playing on his lips, as he fitted the Cosmic Cycle garb onto it.
Upon the Saint’s form being worn, Li Fan vied in the Great Dao True Hall for control of the Cosmic Reincarnation Path.
How could a masterless robe rival Li Fan’s claim?
The Cosmic Cycle Path dissolved away.
That garb rapidly descended from the Saint Realm, brimming with stored might but devoid of Saintly rank.
Precisely suited for the Saint Emperor’s passage into the Suo Net.
Li Fan had already programmed the moves for his fabricated "Saint Emperor."
Dispersing power to summon the Immortal Legion, forcing Suo to manifest and tweak its own laws.
Once the simulated "Saint Emperor" crumbled to nothing and faded, Li Fan made his entrance.
"Eh? You..."
Despite Li Fan’s careful disguise, Suo keenly picked up on the anomaly.
A sudden wave of dread surged inside it without cause.
"How can a tiny pest from some future era rattle me like this?"
Doubt and wariness gripped Suo, but as an ancient Saint of the Mountain Sea who endured the brutal trials of the Taichu Immortal Realm, this ancient being wouldn't back down so readily from Li Fan’s presence.
Yet another cycle of maneuvers ensued.
The result speaks for itself, no need for more words.
Li Fan held nothing back, wielding the Xie Ji Dao to harvest yet another victory.
A chilling, uncanny feeling stirred in its core, amplifying the earlier buried anxiety by a thousand times.
"Each step slots in flawlessly, showing this snare was meticulously laid out ages ago."
"Who’s pulling my strings with such ruthless precision!"
Suo bellowed inwardly. For reasons unknown, this scenario stirred a haunting familiarity.