My Simulated Road to Immortality Chapter 2354: 1756: All Holy Spirits Enter the Net (Part 2)
“I wish to become the Holy Spirit within the Net!” Suo cried out over and over.
The heavy pressure suddenly lifted.
In the next instant, Suo's sight grew hazy, and he discovered himself standing in an enormous, limitless chamber.
Without end, impossible to measure.
The Dao alone loomed grandly, swirling high in the heavens.
They formed the structure like stones and beams, building this unfathomable space together.
Even with Suo's deep insight, the sight nearly overwhelmed him.
But guided by pure instinct, he soared toward his destined spot.
[Suo].
His mind stayed utterly serene, all prior schemes erased in that instant. Spotting the glowing symbols in front, Suo realized this marked the Dao path he had pursued throughout his existence.
His consciousness reached out, merging with it.
The moment Suo settled into his place, a brilliant beam shot swiftly from the heavens down to the ground.
Then it vanished entirely.
…
Suo's eyes fluttered open again.
As though the previous event had been nothing more than a fleeting dream.
“Hmm?”
He paused briefly, then hastily assessed his state.
“No damage suffered, the Dao remains intact.”
“Was it just a hallucination?”
Suo's forehead creased deeply, and right then, he detected a presence lurking at his back.
He attempted to twist around for a glance, but his body refused to budge!
Only now did Suo grasp that the ordeal wasn't some fabrication.
Confronted by the swirling shifts, Suo could only embrace the reality.
“Even though it appears I'm back at full strength, my very life hangs in this individual's grasp. Every action falls under their command.”
Suo couldn't grasp the exact way of the control, yet he sensed deep down that any attempt to shatter the restraint would mean instant death, his path erased.
To put it simply, Suo's being now depended entirely on Li Fan's dominance.
Should that link sever, Suo would dissolve into oblivion.
“What a technique…”
Wild ideas flooded Suo's spiritual sense like crashing waves, but then Li Fan's distant voice rang out.
“Exert all your efforts to sow chaos in the Taichu Immortal Realm.”
Before the words fully echoed away, Suo sensed his return to the Taichu Immortal Realm.
The world stretched wide as ever, yet Suo had transformed into something entirely different from before.
He swiftly gathered his wits and started following Li Fan's orders.
“Chaos,” it sounded straightforward.
However, paired with “exert all your efforts,” the intent shifted dramatically.
Suo refused to slack off. His initial aim became the [Tower] he had long conspired against.
The Tower's Dao Path embodied “All things possess order, ranks clearly defined.”
The Tower reigned at the pinnacle, while other Daos below endured its unyielding pressure.
Suo and the Tower had clashed endlessly.
Long ago, during Suo's crucial breakthrough to Sainthood, the Tower had struck out, aiming to crush him.
Luckily, Suo clung to a thread of Qi Destiny, evading the catastrophe.
Still, a fragment of his core got sealed within the Tower.
From that point, whenever he crossed paths with the Tower, a subtle submission would arise, binding him naturally. This very link let him track the Tower's whereabouts.
Through the ages, Suo had plotted tirelessly against the Tower.
But his efforts always fell short.
Now, bound by another's will, his fate no longer his own, why hold back from going all out!
Suo feigned grave wounds on purpose, hoping to draw the Tower into the snare.
With the sealed core fragment, the Tower ought to detect Suo's dire state first.
Yet in the Taichu Immortal Realm, after enduring endless trials, every Saint moved with utmost wariness.
Such bait from injury alone wouldn't spur the Tower to hasty action.
In a bind, Suo sliced away three-tenths of his own core.
And staged a tremendous display on purpose.
A shattered Net materialized across the Taichu Immortal Realm's firmament.
Suo's furious cries reverberated nonstop, “If fate grants me another shot, I'll make you pay a thousand times over!”
The venom in his voice rang utterly genuine, far from pretense.
And indeed, the Saints picked up on Suo's heavy wounds for real.
This sparked their inner schemes.
True to Suo's calculations, the Tower struck first against him.
Using the trapped core fragment as a guide, the Tower pinpointed the battered Suo's position.
Thick lines, resembling celestial columns, descended forcefully.
They locked the skies and earth, crushing everything inside.
Much like the earlier tactic unleashed on Li Fan, the obvious Suo Net served merely as decoy.
The real lethal strike hid in another Suo Net, woven secretly over countless years.
Yet what puzzled Suo was that this hidden Suo Net could activate just once—and it had already burned out in the prior clash.
But since aligning with Li Fan, somehow, this Net had renewed itself fully.
The Suo Net burst from emptiness, enveloping the heavens and earth, ensnaring the Tower.
From victim to vicious pursuer in a twist.
Still, the Tower betrayed no alarm.
“Your petty scheme—who in this boundless realm doesn't see through it?”
“Daring to turn it on enemies, how laughable!”
“You're meant to skulk in the dark forever. The second you step out, doom awaits!”
The Tower's scornful tone boomed across the Taichu Immortal Realm.
Even as the Suo Net coiled tight around it, the Tower's glow shifted, mirroring the encircling Net perfectly.
As if it belonged to the Net itself—Suo could consume outsiders, but not its own essence.
An endless, unstoppable pull radiated from the Tower.
The elaborate Suo Net twisted wildly, drawn inexorably toward the Tower.
“Back then, the Tower claimed only a sliver of my core. Across the years, it's studied it so thoroughly, mimicking me to near perfection!”
“I've schemed against it endlessly; has it not plotted right back at me?”
As awareness dimmed, a spark of clarity hit Suo's mind.
But facing the looming end, strangely, Suo harbored scant dread.
“Better to vanish completely, unbound, than live forever leashed by foes.”
“And you…”
A savage intent surged in Suo's core.
The immense Suo Net shattered apart in a flash, its form dissolving into raw power's explosive release.
Darkness swallowed Suo whole.
…
“Hmm?”
After an unknown stretch of time, Suo stirred from the void once more.
“What occurred? Am I truly still here?”
Suo reeled in confusion, unsure why, and promptly scanned his condition.
Back at maximum power once again.
“Did that whole ordeal turn out to be mere delusion?”
Yet soon, Suo rejected the notion.
For chaos now brewed openly in the Taichu Immortal Realm.
Though the Tower had swallowed Suo whole, Suo's desperate final blow had ravaged the Tower badly.
Two Saints down—one slain, one crippled.
A spectacle unseen in the Taichu Immortal Realm for ages.
It echoed the rare chance when divine and mortal realms parted, stirring every Saint's ambitions.
“I perished. So how do I breathe again?”
As Suo wrestled with the mystery, Li Fan's voice emerged from behind him once more.
“Impressive work.”
“But it's nowhere near sufficient.”