My Longevity Simulation

Chapter 925: The One-Heart and the Shattered Bone Face

“Besides the One Heart that represents the proof of immortality, the attribute of Myriad Voices is becoming increasingly prominent.”

As Li Qing walked forward, he quietly observed his surroundings.

“Boy, did you have fun inside the illusion realm?”

At that moment, a voice suddenly drew his attention.

Li Qing looked over and saw an old man in tattered clothes lying carelessly on the ground, as if no one else existed in his world.

Uncertain of the man’s intentions, Li Qing chose not to respond and remained cautious.

“Hehe, no need to be so tense. Being too stiff will only make things worse.”

“Just act the same way you did inside the illusion realm. Our group happens to be missing someone like you.”

The old man spoke highly of Li Qing, unreserved in his praise.

However, as the old man continued speaking, Li Qing faintly sensed several unfriendly gazes settling upon him.

“Oh, right. Let me tell you a little secret.”

“To make things more entertaining, inside the illusion realm, not only were your original memories sealed, but so were mine.”

“Only when the illusion begins to collapse does my true consciousness awaken.”

“In that instant, the memories of everyone within the illusion erupt all at once.”

A look of intoxicated pleasure appeared on the old man’s face, as though he had just tasted a jar of fine aged wine.

“Two hundred twenty-three thousand six hundred and eighty times…”

“Two hundred twenty-three thousand six hundred and eighty times!”

The old man repeated the number again.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… Your sense of pleasure is not even one ten-thousandth of mine.”

He shook his head, muttering to himself in delight.

When Li Qing heard that number, 223,680, he was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding what it meant.

But soon, realization struck him, and his expression turned strange.

When he looked again, the ragged old man had already vanished without a trace.

“This body seems to have once belonged to a Dao Integration Elder of the Grand Dao Sect.”

Li Qing recalled fragments of the illusion’s memories and pondered silently as he continued toward the sect’s main hall at the summit.

Along the way, he overheard many heated arguments.

“Why did you have to castrate him? Wouldn’t a normal start have been fine?”

“Now you object? You were the one who agreed back then.”

“I think a bit of punishment was fine, but the real issue is, why did you give him the Reversing Order Scripture?”

“It was a newly developed cultivation method. Of course we had to test its effects. Who could have guessed that brat would stir up so much trouble? Tsk, tsk…”

“Heh, I think you did it on purpose.”

“In that case, we can’t use the Reversing Order Scripture again next time.”

“No way. Such a fine thing can’t just be banned like that.”

“I oppose it!”

“So do I!”

…

No one could be seen, yet the voices echoed endlessly around Li Qing’s ears like whispers of ghosts.

It was as though countless unseen figures were staring at him and murmuring among themselves.

Outwardly, Li Qing maintained a calm expression, but deep down, a faint chill crept through his heart.

The overlapping voices tangled together, like countless thoughts colliding within his mind.

His spirit seemed to fracture into innumerable shards.

The closer he drew to the sect’s grand hall, the more chaotic the chorus became.

The words grew increasingly deranged, turning into the mad murmurs of demons, stabbing into his mind like needles.

Suddenly, Li Qing halted.

He noticed a faint wetness upon his face. When he gently touched it, he realized that blood was streaming from his nostrils and eyes.

At some point, his vision had begun to blur.

Li Qing wiped his blood clean, and while his body still had strength, he quickened his pace.

But the demonic sounds in his ears did not stop, they only grew more intense.

"Cough, cough."

Li Qing let out a violent cough, and fragments of his internal organs were actually expelled.

After climbing several dozen more steps, this body could not hold on any longer.

Under the vibration of countless clamorous voices, it turned into a pool of rotten flesh.

But soon, as the blood and flesh in the void writhed, a new body began to reform.

Yet those omnipresent demonic sounds seemed determined not to let Li Qing recover.

Before the body fully appeared, it was crushed again.

Thus on the long stairway, an extremely uncanny scene unfolded.

A mass of formless rotten flesh painfully crawled and climbed upward.

Each time it was crushed, it reappeared.

The total amount of flesh seemed to lessen each time.

Although Li Qing never gave up, by the end only a small malformed lump of flesh remained, struggling and clumsily rolling.

Even in that state, the surrounding sounds showed no sign of abating.

If anything, they grew more excited. The noise became sharp, no longer resembling human voices, but rather meaningless static from the world itself.

Just as Li Qing’s last bit of flesh was about to vanish entirely, a shadow of a Black Sword suddenly materialized.

It gave out a faint sword chime.

In an instant, it temporarily suppressed the surrounding cacophony of demonic chaos.

Seizing that single moment, the Black Sword shadow erupted with speed. It became a streaking line and shot straight into the sect’s main hall.

Although the hall doors were open, from the outside the interior was pitch black.

Like an abyss, nothing could be seen.

After that momentary silence, countless voices burst out.

Like an avalanche and a storm, they wailed and howled.

"I told you he could do it."

"Hehehe, interesting, very interesting."

"Why spare him on purpose, why? Why not let me grind him into minced meat inch by inch?"

"Stop pretending. Is it fun to fool yourself?"

...

In stark contrast to the noisy and terrifying environment outside the hall, the Grand Dao Sect’s main hall was unnaturally quiet.

Inside the broad hall, aside from the leader’s seat at the highest point, there was nothing.

Senior Sister Zhao sat quietly in the seat.

Like a child, she sat properly, with a straight back.

Her hands rested on her thighs.

Her expression seemed frozen, utterly motionless.

Li Qing glanced at Senior Sister Zhao secretly.

Her face seemed fixed at the age of a teenager.

It was exactly the same as what had been seen in the illusion.

"I pay respects to the One-Heart Heavenly Sovereign."

Although the atmosphere was strange, Li Qing still bowed respectfully.

"What brings you here?"

Senior Sister Zhao’s pleasant voice sounded.

It did not come from the figure on the seat, but from all four walls of the hall.

Li Qing did not conceal his purpose and spoke directly, "I have come for the Xuantian Sect’s former cultivation manuals."

"The Heaven and Earth Converging Manual, the Sole Dominance Eternal Art, the Soul-Severing Divine Radiance art, the Scripture of Heaven's Sorrow and Earth's Grief...."

"These texts originally belonged to my Xuantian Sect. They should be returned to their rightful owner today."

Li Qing spoke seriously.

Silence fell in the hall for a moment.

Then Senior Sister Zhao seemed to hear something extremely amusing, and she chuckled repeatedly.

"Members of the Xuantian Sect are not all dead yet?"

"How did you know I once had those techniques?"

"Apart from those, I have many others. Do you want them?"