My Simulated Road to Immortality Chapter 2355 - 1757: Breaking the Ban – Battle of All Saints

The instant Li Fan's words reached his ears, Suo sensed that unseen restraint gripping him once more.

"With every saint in the Taichu Immortal Realm convinced of your death, this is the ideal moment to covertly spin the web and scheme."

"Three opportunities remain for you."

"Should you fail to seize the other saints successfully..."

Li Fan's form abruptly dimmed and vanished before the sentence ended, abandoning Suo to stand alone, burdened by dread.

In the final throes of his last existence, Suo truly feared not death. Yet revived now, that fearlessness had slipped away from him.

"True enough, even the tiniest insects cherish survival. While life persists, hope endures."

Suo scrutinized his condition anew with utmost care, finding the sensation growing ever more astonishing the deeper he probed.

"Resurrection itself might be comprehensible. However, the Suo Net I forged over endless ages was utterly drained in the clash against the tower. Now, upon my revival, it stands restored in full. This..."

"Is it possible?" A flash of realization struck Suo, causing his eyes to shimmer with intensity.

Outwardly, he concealed any hint of oddity, since his fate now hung entirely on the other's caprice.

"In that case, there's no shame in it."

A torrent of ideas flooded Suo's mind; he swiftly quelled the stray notions and set to scheming.

"Tower!"

"Fully concealed in the darkness now, armed with three attempts where I need not dread demise. Your end is certain at my hands!"

Gloomily, Suo directed his stare at the tumultuous Taichu Immortal Realm.

He sensed the tower dodging the onslaught from every saint, all while mending its wounds.

Echoes from his prior incarnation fueled the foe's growth.

"Devour it all, gorge yourself fully—soon enough, you'll regurgitate every bit!"

From spots ignored by the saints, Suo spun a shadowy web, gradually enveloping the Taichu Immortal Realm.

...

Suo's every move lay plainly visible to Li Fan.

He could even glimpse fragments of Suo's inner musings.

"It appears he's uncovered my command over True and False Changes?" A smile curved Li Fan's lips.

Where once Hai Zhen's revelation had stirred apprehension in him, now Li Fan possessed the power and standing to dismiss such worries.

To him, the true adversaries boiled down to just Xing and Shen.

"Through the saints of the Taichu Immortal Realm as mere pieces on the board, the mystery of the god's downfall can be unveiled."

Li Fan intended to venture to the origin of the Mountain Sea Divine Split, seeking the reality behind the True God's ancient end.

Yet clearly, he wouldn't plunge headlong into it without caution.

"The might of the Mountain Sea Divine Split roughly matches Xing's."

"A figure like Sun Piaomiao, so formidable, fell into capture without a fight. I'm nowhere near ready. Still, the saints of the Taichu Immortal Realm are ripe for my manipulation."

Seated amid the emptiness, Li Fan entered meditation, and abruptly, boundless visions and glows erupted from over his crown.

These consisted of the recollections from the Reincarnation Mountain and Sea.

"Within lies the True and False Dao."

"Grasp the authentic, fathom the illusory, and dominion over every saint becomes possible."

Allowing Suo three chances wasn't born of abrupt mercy. In truth, Li Fan's feat of birthing a saint had pushed to the brink of his present tolerance.

Deeper comprehension of the True and False Dao was essential to ascend further, enabling the conjuring of another saint alongside.

"We'll discover whose pace prevails."

"Should it turn like bargaining with a savage beast, and the scheme unravel, Hai Zhen will need to withdraw."

A touch of strain weighed on him, prompting Li Fan's spiritual awareness to dive utterly into the vast archive of bygone eras.

...

Strength among the Primordial Saints stood evenly matched. What's more, they embodied utmost wariness.

Thus, their confrontations spanned centuries or millennia routinely.

Despite the apparent turmoil in the Taichu Immortal Realm, truth be told, merely a handful acted overtly. Most saints bided in concealment, poised for the right instant.

True to its prowess in slaying Suo, the tower—despite the encirclement—consistently escaped dire straits.

During the assaults, not just did its wounds heal progressively, but upon devouring Suo's core, its power also advanced imperceptibly.

Whenever the Heavensreach Tower emerged prominently, a faint web began to trail it subtly.

First, the web ensnared the foe; afterward, the tower crushed down.

With the flow of time, against the collective assault of all saints, the tower's poise only deepened.

Deeming pursuit futile, numerous saints opted to withdraw.

Yet two persisted in their unyielding harassment.

Infinity Light and Hua were those two.

Aware that prolonged stalling only worsened the Battlefield Dynamics.

At that juncture, both saints unleashed their Divine Techniques in unison—a desperate final strike.

Abruptly, the Taichu Immortal Realm sank into pitch blackness.

Every trace of illumination converged into one tiny speck.

As light vanished, the flow of time across Heaven and Earth halted, shrouded in utter chill and a profound, tomb-like quiet.

Enmeshed within the web, the tower emitted waves and tremors, defying the abrupt gloom.

Yet unseen colossal grips appeared to nullify all its influence beyond the veil.

United in effort, the pair of saints caused the flawed web encircling the tower to erode bit by bit.

That minuscule infinity light point burst forth suddenly, smashing violently into the tower's crisscrossing strokes.

Radiance gnawed along the tower's frame, as if setting the entire structure ablaze in brilliance.

Amid the Taichu Immortal Realm's total obscurity, every saint observed the grand spectacle unfolding across the Vault of Heaven in hushed awe.

Each instance the tower tried deploying its laws to quell the encroaching glow, it met resistance from the intangible.

An hidden force perpetually interfered.

Its defenses crumbled time and again as a result.

Beneath the dual saints' onslaught, the tower appeared ensnared in stalemate.

However, once the strokes embodying the Tower's suppressive Tao fully succumbed to the light, an unforeseen transformation erupted.

From the blaze of Infinity Light, new towers sprang up without forewarning.

The glow seethed, striving to consume them wholly.

But an invisible brush seemed to tirelessly outline and accentuate the tower's silhouette.

Far from being drowned in light, the tower captured and subdued vast expanses of it instead.

Four slender lines materialized quietly, arrayed crosswise.

Linking together, they forged an encircling fortress, sealing the combat zone.

Hua, the one skulking in obscurity, found itself compelled to emerge.

Its essence manifested as drifting vapor.

The vapor lunged for freedom, slamming against the perimeter barriers. Upon contact, the lines shattered swiftly.

Yet the moment it breached one enclosing fortress, another sprang up instantly.

Stacked endlessly, without end.

Hua might shatter one or even thousands in a blink, but dismantling every protective enclosure promptly proved arduous.

Thus, it stayed pinned inside the fray, escape denied.

"Evidently, the tower concealed depths over these years."

"Hehe, doesn't everyone? Infinity Light and Hua acted too impulsively."

"I reckon they won't perish as Suo did, yet grievous harm to their essence looms unavoidable."

"Still, who inflicted that grave wound on Suo earlier? Had Suo been at peak form, the tower likely couldn't have ensnared him so readily."

"Bolstered by Suo's essence, the tower's Taoist Principle solidifies further. It could shatter the Mountain Sea ban."

...

Amid the shadows, minds communed silently.

As they anticipated the clash's outcome, preparations for their own strikes brewed ceaselessly.

Despite Infinity Light and Hua's waning vigor, the conflict dragged on for yet another thousand years.

Within the perpetual gloom, the glow dimmed progressively.

The drifting vapor's expanse shrank considerably too.

The tower held supremacy, though its toll mounted visibly.

Strokes of the suppressive Tao started to waver in firmness, with some displaying faint warps.