My Simulated Road to Immortality

However, he didn’t probe more.

Even though they were Dao companions, she was destined to encounter some highly secret matters as the Dao Child of the Great Taoist Sect.

Not saying them outright was only natural.

“Regardless, by seizing and publishing the ‘Supreme Primordial Scripture’, he indirectly saved countless cultivators, which can be considered a great merit.” Li Fan sighed.

All of a sudden, as if he had thought of something, Li Fan appeared slightly startled.

“What is it?” Sister Zhao noticed Li Fan’s abnormality and asked with some surprise.

“Contrary to the principle of heaven and earth…” Li Fan turned his head and stared directly at Sister Zhao.

“Techniques cannot be simultaneously cultivated—that’s the principle of Heaven and Earth, right? If a cultivator were to reverse this principle and achieve immortality, wouldn’t it save the Xuanhuang World?”

Sister Zhao fell silent for a moment, then gently shook her head: “What you’re thinking is not wrong. Indeed, a few predecessors have tried to do so.”

“But without exception, they all failed.”

“The stronger the principle of Heaven and Earth, the more difficult it is to reverse it. The inability to cultivate techniques simultaneously is a change brought about naturally by Heaven and Earth to counteract us cultivators.”

“If we delve deeper, this principle has already been reversed once. To reverse it again would be more than doubly difficult.”

“Otherwise, why isn’t there anyone in the Immortal Dao Ten Clans who tries to reverse ‘The Law of Celestial Dharma Transmission’, and completely undermine the foundation of the new law?”

Sister Zhao explained to Li Fan.

Li Fan pondered over the meaning behind Sister Zhao’s words, falling into deep thought.

Three years after the chaos, the cultivators seemed to have gradually adapted to the days when techniques could not be cultivated simultaneously.

It was merely a matter of not being able to advance their cultivation realm. It saved them daily cultivation routines, allowing them to lazily wander and play within the sect every day.

Their days weren’t too bad at all.

As for those with exceptional talents, they received the privilege of cultivating one technique each under the arrangement of the senior members of their sects.

The same was the case with Sister Zhao.

The “Unpredictable Spirit Mystique Scripture” she was now practicing, although much weaker than “The Scripture of the Great Way of Heaven’s Punishment”, was still enough for her to cultivate to the Immortal Realm.

However, the high-spirited Sister Zhao naturally refused to settle for mediocrity.

Having once tasted the grandeur of the sea, after personally cultivating and experiencing the most profound techniques in the world, it was truly tasteless to exercise a second-rate technique.

So she turned her gaze to the two remaining techniques of the Mystic Sky Sect.

After some consideration, she chose the “Heaven Mourning Earth Lamenting Scripture”.

“Heaven mourns, Earth laments, and the world grieves. This technique is only slightly less powerful than ‘The Scripture of the Great Way of Heaven’s Punishment’!” Sister Zhao evaluated.

“The Mystic Sky Sect, the once ruler of the whole Xuanhuang World, had so many extraordinary techniques even within a single law king. It’s hard to imagine how many treasures the escaped saint must have had.” Sister Zhao sighed in passing.

“A saint? The Mystic Sky Sect’s saint?” Li Fan asked curiously. “This person was able to escape from the pursuit of the Immortal Dao Ten Clans?”

“As it turns out to be, he didn’t just escape. He also took away the treasure of the Mystic Sky Sect, the Mystic Sky Treasure Mirror. Since then, there has been no news of him; he vanished. Even when the Ten Sects searched the entire Xuanhuang World, they couldn’t find him.”

Sister Zhao shook her head and overlooked this matter.

“Junior brother, we haven’t engaged in dual cultivation for a long time…” She whispered, her cheeks blushing slightly.

“Heh…” Li Fan understood, pulling Sister Zhao into the secret room with one hand, and then sealed the surroundings.

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The peaceful days did not last long.

Li Fan did not know what the situation was like outside. However, once the first junior of Great Taoist Sect had his lifespan depleted due to being unable to break through the realm, a sense of anxiety and unrest started to spread among the people.

Li Fan attended the funeral of this cultivator named Zhu Jun.

It was quite simple, just burning the body hastily, and then according to Zhu Jun’s wish, he was buried on a hill.

The atmosphere of the funeral was not particularly sad, but Li Fan clearly saw that all the cultivators who participated in it showed a grieve for Zhu Jun’s death.

Not long after, there was a prophecy spreading in the Great Taoist Sect: “Yesterday Zhu Jun, today you all, tomorrow mourning!”

Within the Great Taoist Sect, Immortal cultivators were suppressing the situation.

Even if they wanted to rebel, they wouldn’t be able to.

Rather than dying weakly on the mountain, it was better to go down the mountain to seek a glimmer of survival!

Influenced by the news of Zhu Jun’s death, many juniors, with such thoughts, took the initiative to abandon the Great Taoist Sect’s techniques and applied to descend the mountain to seek a chance of survival.

Sect Leader Ji Changxi was not an unfeeling person; he agreed to the juniors’ requests.

And he also promised that if they felt regretful and had no other options, they could come back at any time.

Some juniors were moved to tears on the spot, changed their minds, decided to stay in sect and share life and death with the sect.

Still, there were a few cultivators who insisted on going down the mountain.

Ji Changxi did not stop them either.

With these unstable elements gone, the Great Daoist Sect became peaceful again.

But those with discerning eyes could see that under the apparent calm, there was a continuous build-up, a potential terror that could explode at any moment.

Only half a year passed, and some of the juniors who had gone down the mountain were crying and shouting to return to the sect.

They wept outside the Sect Protection Great Array, pleading with the Sect Leader to let them return.

And when they returned to the sect and told of the situation outside, the surviving disciples of the Great Daoist Sect realized how lucky they were.

Because techniques could not be cultivated simultaneously, the outside world had completely turned into a terrifying slaughterhouse.

The peacetime of the past had utterly vanished.

Walking peacefully on the road, a cultivator might suddenly emerge and launch a relentless attack.

Only for the potential techniques one might possess.

The Great Daoist Sect juniors who had descended the mountain had abandoned their techniques, and only had a few magic tools to defend themselves. How could they survive in such circumstances?

Returning to the sect severely injured was considered fortunate.

These people lost their courage from then on; they didn’t mention cultivation anymore and just spent their days waiting for death inside the sect.

The remaining disciples of the Great Daoist Sect also felt a sense of sorrow.

They no longer mentioned going down the mountain.

One day.

“Sister, have you noticed anything wrong?” Li Fan found Sister Zhao and asked earnestly.

“Hmm? Is there a problem with your cultivation?” Sister Zhao, who was unusually distracted, didn’t respond for a long time, then frowned and asked.

“Why do I see many juniors continuously coughing?” Li Fan noticed Sister Zhao’s anomaly, his eyes flashed, did not ask more.

Instead, he brought up the odd phenomenon he had noticed.

“Coughing? Is that possible? Even though they have abandoned their techniques, at least their realm is still there. Can cultivators also get sick like mortals?”

Sister Zhao said this, and then cast her divine awareness outside.

Upon looking, she was taken aback.

Without caring for Li Fan, she immediately flew out and arrived in front of a sick and weak junior.