My Longevity Simulation

Chapter 932: The Residual Will of Immortal Ancestor

In Wei Qizheng’s memories, there was a middle-aged cultivator who spoke with passionate conviction. Although Li Fan had never met this man before, for some reason, the man’s tone, movements, and bearing all gave him a faint sense of familiarity.

Especially the fleeting cold glint in the man’s eyes—it made Li Fan almost certain that in one of his past lives, he must have crossed paths with this person.

While watching, Li Fan carefully observed the recorded scenes within the Dao Deviation Stone, searching for someone similar.

“The Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance and the Five Elders Association have stood in opposition for thousands of years, each gaining and losing in turn. Cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm have been dragged into the chaos, suffering endlessly.”

“In order to end this cycle once and for all, countless predecessors exhausted their wisdom and effort, eventually devising a method so brilliant that it could be called peerless.”

As the middle-aged cultivator spoke, miniature projections of the various prefectures under the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance appeared before the young disciples.

“As you all know, within every floating Heavenly City of our Alliance stands a Immortal Ancestor Stone Statue. Most people believe these statues were erected merely to commemorate the great deeds of the Immortal Ancestor. But have you ever considered the possibility that these statues may serve another purpose?”

The moment these words left his mouth, all the young cultivators revealed astonished expressions.

“When you entered the headquarters of the Alliance, you must have sensed the lingering trace of the Immortal Ancestor’s aura.”

“These stone statues, too, were built under his direct guidance.”

“Even the locations of every floating city were personally designated by him.”

“Within each statue lies a residual fragment of the Immortal Ancestor’s will. If it were to be activated, it could summon the might equivalent to a single glance from the Immortal Ancestor…”

At this point, the middle-aged cultivator deliberately slowed his speech.

The young disciples, caught up in the moment, found the phrase ‘a single glance’ somewhat underwhelming.

No matter how powerful the Immortal Ancestor might have been, a mere glance—what could that possibly do?

Noticing their skeptical expressions, the cultivator smiled knowingly.

Then his face turned solemn, and his words resounded with power:

“A single glance from the Immortal Ancestor can withstand the full-force strike of an ordinary Longevity Immortal Heavenly Sovereign!”

His voice echoed through the hall. The thirty-three cultivators present all widened their eyes in disbelief.

“How could that be possible?” one young cultivator could not help but cry out.

“No matter how strong the Immortal Ancestor was, he was still of the Longevity Immortal realm. How could two beings of the same realm differ so vastly in strength?”

“If the Immortal Ancestor was truly that powerful, why did he not simply unify the Xuanhuang Realm back then? Why leave behind such a chaotic mess?”

The hall instantly erupted in debate.

Ignoring the authority of the middle-aged cultivator, the youths began to argue fiercely.

But when the cultivator’s cold gaze swept across them, the familiar chill in his eyes caused silence to return, one by one.

“The Immortal Ancestor’s considerations are beyond our understanding,” he said coldly. “He must have had his reasons for not unifying the Xuanhuang Realm in those years. But now, times have changed. We have received the Immortal Ancestor’s clear directive.”

“It is time for the Xuanhuang Realm to have only one voice.”

His tone brimmed with killing intent.

“And you,” he said, his gaze sharp as a blade, “are the key to achieving this great mission.”

With a flick of his finger, the scene before them shifted once more.

The vast lands of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance vanished, leaving behind nearly a thousand points of light—each representing a floating Heavenly City.

Then, streams of silver light emerged, connecting those luminous points together.

“Do you see it now?” the middle-aged cultivator asked.

Wei Qizheng was the first to respond, blurting out in astonishment, “This… this looks exactly like the meridians of the human body!”

The other young cultivators all turned their gazes toward Wei Qizheng, and then fixed their eyes on the increasingly distinct web of intersecting lines ahead.

All of them suddenly came to a realization.

“Could it be…”

An unbelievable thought surged in their hearts.

The middle-aged cultivator spoke, confirming their suspicion. “The Immortal Ancestor’s Residual Will is distributed across the lands of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, following the special meridian patterns of the human body. If it can be activated through secret techniques, one can summon forth from the void a Dharma Manifestation modeled after the Immortal Ancestor.”

“The Residual Will of the Immortal Ancestor serves as the power source that drives the Manifestation.”

“If it can all be fully activated…”

The middle-aged cultivator took a deep breath. “Then the Five Elders Association could be annihilated within days!”

The thirty-three young cultivators were all stunned on the spot.

“And you,” the middle-aged cultivator continued, “are the keys to unlocking this immense power.”

As he spoke, the youths were all captivated. Their eyes shone with eagerness and excitement.

The power of the Immortal Ancestor’s Residual Will was far too vast. A single cultivator could never hope to fully activate or inherit it.

It had to be divided and distributed into thirty-three domains.

Each domain required an extraordinary genius to preside over it.

When these thirty-three chosen immortals could achieve complete unity of mind, and grow familiar with the Residual Will, they would together act as a lever to awaken the power of the Immortal Ancestor’s Residual Will.

“The first time you summon the Dharma Manifestation of the Immortal Ancestor, its duration will certainly not be long,” the middle-aged cultivator said solemnly.

“You must seize that opportunity to familiarize yourselves with and comprehend its profound mysteries.”

“Moreover, during this process, none of you may allow even the slightest distraction. You must understand that at that moment, it will be equivalent to all thirty-three of you controlling the Manifestation together.”

“If there is any discord among you, the Manifestation could collapse.”

The middle-aged cultivator thoroughly explained all matters regarding the Immortal Ancestor’s Dharma Manifestation.

These thirty-three cultivators were all proud and spirited young talents, each with his own arrogance.

To unite their hearts toward a single goal would be exceedingly difficult.

Therefore, the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance prepared a long sequence of training for them.

Inside a transparent sphere filled with silvery-white light, countless rapidly evolving worlds seemed to exist.

The spiritual senses of the thirty-three were cast into these worlds, where they experienced countless trials.

There were chaotic mortal worlds.

There were turbulent martial realms.

There were adventures in the ancient cultivation world.

There were even visions of possible futures.

Yet without exception, all thirty-three were bound together by force, compelled to form bonds for various reasons and gather as one.

Only by achieving unity of heart and spirit, becoming as one entity, could they finally escape the cycle of reincarnation.

If even one among them harbored a divergent intent, the cycle would begin anew.

Even with the deliberate guidance of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, this was still an immensely long process.

No one knew how many years had passed within the virtual worlds before these “youths” finally emerged.

The youthful inexperience on their faces had vanished.

Their eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of time.

As they looked around, there was both vigilance and confusion in their expressions.

Clap, clap, clap…

With the sound of the middle-aged cultivator’s steady applause, their long-suppressed memories gradually resurfaced.

“Very good. Now we begin the second lesson,” the middle-aged cultivator said coldly, paying no heed to the young men’s state of mind.

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After that, Wei Qizheng and the others underwent even harsher training.

They were stripped bare and confined within a sealed space of endless darkness.

There was nothing in that space except a simulated aura of the Immortal Ancestor.

Sight and hearing were completely deprived.