My Longevity Simulation

Even though he had already become somewhat deranged, at this moment, when suddenly being stared at by these cultivators who had previously ignored him, Li Fan's body stiffened instantly.

He stopped his meaningless low howling, moved slightly, trying to escape the spotlight that was on him. But he soon realized that all the cultivators' gazes followed him wherever he went.

This eerie scene made Li Fan's dead heart feel a chill, which turned into rage.

Overcome by desperation, Li Fan picked up a stone and ruthlessly hurled it at a nearby disciple of the Grand Dao Sect. Even though the opponent was only at the Golden Core stage, Li Fan’s cultivation was completely sealed at the moment, making him no different from a mortal. Logically, he should not have been a match for the disciple.

However, the disciple didn’t dodge or avoid the sudden attack, allowing the stone to smash his skull. With a thud, the disciple collapsed, and blood slowly trickled from his deformed head.

But the death of a life brought no change. The entire Grand Dao Sect continued to operate as before.

"Senior Sister, come out and see me!" Li Fan shouted angrily. The only response was the countless gazes still fixed on him.

Li Fan went berserk, picking up the stone again and attacking another Grand Dao Sect disciple. He killed over a hundred people in a row before finally collapsing to the ground, exhausted and breathless.

At this moment, lying on the ground, Li Fan was horrified to discover that the cultivators he had smashed into pieces were somehow alive again. Their faces were calm, as if his earlier rampage had been nothing but an illusion.

Li Fan looked at his hands, then at the stone now soaked in darkened blood, feeling utterly confused.

"Monsters… they're all monsters..." he muttered softly.

"Haha, how could they be monsters?" A familiar, melodious voice rang out suddenly. Li Fan jerked his head up in the direction of the sound.

But what he saw made his scalp tingle, and he even felt a wave of nausea.

The voice that was identical to Senior Sister Zhao's came from a middle-aged, overweight cultivator. Startled, Li Fan scrambled back in fear, putting distance between them.

"Junior Brother, don't you think I look beautiful like this?" the voice called again from behind him.

Li Fan turned, and this time, it was a beautiful young female cultivator, gazing at him with affection. She softly said, "You've been looking at my old face for hundreds of years, surely you're tired of it. Isn’t a change refreshing?" Another alluring woman approached, her curvaceous body pressed tightly against Li Fan as she whispered in his ear, "The taste of the Sect Master’s wife... haven’t you longed for it? Didn’t you once ask me to transform into her? But this time, it’s the real deal. Doesn’t this excite you, Junior Brother?"

Li Fan trembled as she explored his body. After a moment, he suddenly shoved her away and fled in panic. Yet, many more stunning female cultivators quickly surrounded him, their eyes brimming with affection, eager to ascend to bliss with him. All their voices were filled with the seductive charm that Senior Sister Zhao used to have.

"Hehe, I see, Junior Brother. You want something more exciting."

"No worries, I can have all the female cultivators of the Grand Dao Sect join you."

"Among them, there are many sisters, sisters-in-law, even mothers and daughters, or masters and disciples..."

As Li Fan was about to be drowned in a sea of female bodies, he suddenly gave up struggling. He collapsed helplessly on the ground, pounding the earth with his fists, sobbing loudly.

"I don’t want any Sect Master's wife, I don’t want any sisters."

"I just want my Senior Sister."

"Give me back my Senior Sister..."

Like a child who had lost everything, Li Fan was devastated.

As his cries echoed, the surroundings gradually grew silent. One by one, the female cultivators disappeared. Eventually, only a single figure in white remained, standing solitary and graceful.

She approached Li Fan and gently squatted beside him, cradling his trembling, sobbing body in her arms.

"Junior Brother, you will always be a child who never grows up."

Li Fan's body stiffened. He lifted his head sharply and saw the face before him.

"Senior… Sister."

"Shhh…"

Li Fan hugged Senior Sister Zhao tightly, desperately seeking solace in her. She didn’t mind the dirt and odor clinging to him after being trapped for so long.

They became one in body and soul.

"The Heaven and Earth Converging Manual."

"Back then, when we found the four cultivation techniques in the Xuantian Sect ruins, apart from the Heaven and Earth Converging Manual, I practiced the Soul-Severing Divine Radiance Art, and you practiced the Heaven's Sorrow Earth’s Grief Sutra, which made up only three techniques."

"What was the fourth technique? I just can’t seem to recall it. And over the years, I’ve unconsciously ignored its existence."

"Senior Sister, you transformed into this because of that technique, didn’t you?"

After their passionate moment, the desire in Li Fan's eyes suddenly vanished, replaced by cold indifference.

Senior Sister Zhao wasn’t surprised. She lazily stretched, and said, "So you’ve finally figured it out, Junior Brother?"

"What a pity."

After a pause, she spoke the name of the technique: "Eternal Sole-Dominance Art."

"Eternal Sole-Dominance..." Li Fan tasted the words as he looked at the mountain range, now teeming with Grand Dao Sect disciples once more. His gaze grew complicated.

"Senior Sister, was it worth it?"

Senior Sister Zhao scoffed, "Worth it? What’s wrong with how I am now?"

"I am one, and I am all. A thousand bodies, yet one mind!"

"I have never felt better in my entire life!"

She stood up suddenly, and Grand Dao Sect's Sect Master’s robes automatically appeared on her. With a commanding tone, she declared, "I alone am the Dao Sect!"

As if in response to her, every disciple in the Grand Dao Sect, in unison, proclaimed:

"I am the Dao Sect!"

Li Fan felt his heart tremble, but his face remained unchanged.

"When did it all begin? Was it Ji Changxi?" he asked.

"It was him." Senior Sister Zhao nodded softly.

"Do you remember when we reported the Immortal Plague, we submitted blood samples?"

"At that time, he already sensed the trace of the Xuantian Sect techniques we were practicing."