My longevity simulation

The probability of fishing up treasure-quality items from the Fishing Pond has nothing to do with one’s cultivation level.

It depends more on the sincerity in fishing and the understanding of the Dao of Fishing.

In fact, the more one desires something specific, the less likely it is to hook the predetermined target.

In short, it is profound and mysterious, much like ordinary angling.

The winners of the Holy Dynasty Fishing Competition will be arranged to fish in the Fishing Pond.

Most of these people are only at the Qi Condensation stage, with the highest at most reaching the Nascent Soul realm.

Given their limited knowledge and experience, they would never imagine that this unassuming little pond is actually an immortal treasure, one capable even of reeling in world-level treasures.

Any gains they make will naturally be regarded by them as rewards from the Great Holy Emperor.

Moreover, there is no need to worry that any of them might, like the Senior Stone Tablet from the 119th cycle, foolishly use the Fishing Pond to comprehend the Dao of Fishing, thereby provoking the reaction of the nameless True Immortal behind it and getting fished away in turn.

Whenever treasures are fished up from the Fishing Pond, aside from a very few exceptions that pique Li Ping’s interest, he will leave the rest for the individual anglers to use. He might even focus on nurturing them.

“In this cycle, let me see if the treasures within this Fishing Pond are truly inexhaustible. And…”

“Whether the Myriad Heavens’ Fortune can overpower the Xuanhuang!”

As his gaze fell upon the more than ten thousand anglers in the Holy Capital, each holding various types of fishing rods and eager to try their luck, Li Ping seemed to envision countless stellar treasures from the cosmos flying straight into the Holy Dynasty.

At the same time as the Holy Dynasty Fishing Competition was being held with tight schedules and elaborate preparations.

In the northwest frontier of Yongyun Prefecture, atop a desolate little mountain.

Inside the dilapidated temple on the peak, Zhong Shentong, who had swung his rod only to return empty-handed, suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness.

He was about to call for the Daoist child Liuli, only to find her snoring away in deep sleep as well.

Zhong Shentong chuckled and inspected the temple’s defensive formation to ensure nothing was amiss.

Only then did he lazily recline on the lounge chair for a brief nap.

He did not know how much time passed…

When he awoke in bewilderment, he found himself in a dim and unknown space!

Instinctively, he tried to retrieve his ultimate life-saving treasure from his storage ring, only to discover that at some point, he had been stripped completely bare, left utterly naked!

Zhong Shentong’s face twitched. He knew he had thoroughly fallen this time. The opponent was too ruthless, leaving him no chance at all.

“But I’m still alive now, which means the other side has no intention of taking my life. On the surface, I’m just a Qi Condensation cultivator nearing the end of his lifespan, destitute and down-and-out. Dealing with me wouldn’t require such elaborate effort. So, it’s for the Fishing Pond?”

Zhong Shentong’s mind raced, and he instantly understood. But no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not figure out how the secret of this supreme treasure had leaked out.

There had been absolutely no warning!

“Right, what about Liuli?”

For this little child who had taken human form after being fished up from the Fishing Pond by his own hand, Zhong Shentong had come to regard her almost as his only family. Now that he was trapped, she was likely in dire straits as well…

Just as Zhong Shentong’s thoughts were in turmoil, an utterly icy voice suddenly rang out in the pitch-black space.

“Break through to the Foundation Establishment stage within seven days.”

“Otherwise, death!”

With no intention of conversing with Zhong Shentong, it said only these two sentences before falling completely silent.

However, the icy killing intent encircling him, tangible as if it were solid, made Zhong Shentong realize that this was no mere test.

If he failed to break through successfully, he would truly be killed.

“I have been stuck at the late stage of Qi Condensation for over fifty years. On the surface, I appear decrepit and utterly hopeless for breakthrough. Any normal person would never make such a demand of me. Unless…”

“He has guessed that I cultivate the [Mysterious Art of Life and Death]!”

The more he thought about it, the more Zhong Shentong felt that this shadowy mastermind was unfathomably profound. Though they had never met before, the other party seemed to know everything about him as clearly as if reading from a book.

…

Just as Zhong Shentong sank into endless panic.

In another pitch-black space, the Daoist child Liuli seemed utterly unaware of the impending crisis. She was still snoring soundly.

Li Ping suddenly appeared before her, quietly observing.

After a long while, Li Ping said indifferently: “Fellow Daoist Hundred Flowers, please show yourself.”

Silence reigned, with no response.

Li Ping narrowed his eyes: “Must I say it a third time, Sect Master of the Heavenly Lotus Sect in the Wansheng Realm?”

His tone was light, yet to certain ears, it thundered like a bolt from the blue.

Finally ceasing to hide, bursts of golden light shone forth, and a figure emerged from the Daoist child Liuli’s body.

Daoist Hundred Flowers stared fixedly at Li Ping: “Who exactly are you?”

She was certain she had never seen this man before. Yet he had unerringly stated her identity…

In an instant, countless figures flashed through Daoist Hundred Flowers’ mind. Not one matched.

“I am merely another wanderer adrift in the starry void, like you, fellow daoist, bereft of our homeland. What has passed is gone; why dwell on it so?”

That single sentence sent Daoist Hundred Flowers’ thoughts swirling wildly. It was as if she had returned to those horrifying times when apocalyptic calamities erupted one after another in the past.

“More importantly, the future.” The man’s next words utterly captivated her attention.

“The future?”

“Now, sunk in the Star Sea, this place alone remains the sole sanctuary. But the Xuanhuang Realm of today is no longer the Xuanhuang Realm of old. Over these many years, pieced together and fused from fragments of myriad realms, this new Xuanhuang Realm has long transcended the bounds of an ordinary cultivation world.” Li Ping’s voice was tinged with melancholy.

“If you search carefully, fellow daoist, you might even find remnants of the former Wansheng Realm”

Daoist Hundred Flowers’ expression changed: “What exactly are you trying to say, fellow daoist?”

“Since the Xuanhuang Realm has absorbed fragments from our various realms… then in this new Xuanhuang Realm, we ought to claim our rightful place. If they refuse to yield it, we must seize it ourselves.” Li Ping declared proudly.

“The native forces of the Xuanhuang Realm are far too vast. Only by uniting can we possibly reclaim what is ours.”

“Aside from the Wansheng Realm, I have also found fellow daoists from the Heavenly Mechanism Realm…”

Li Ping spoke at length.

Daoist Hundred Flowers, meanwhile, was clearly moved.

“If the Xuanhuang Realm truly absorbed fragments of our worlds to resist the Immortal Ruins, then this place can indeed be considered my new home.”

A sudden pang stirred in Daoist Hundred Flowers’ heart: the irrepressible emotion of one who, after years of rootless wandering, at last finds a new haven.

“But… the cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm are not so easy to deal with.” After some contemplation, Daoist Hundred Flowers still hesitated. She vaguely recalled how, back then, that lone native Half-Immortal had single-handedly barred them survivors from other realms outside.

Though times had changed and that Half-Immortal’s whereabouts were unknown, the Xuanhuang Realm now had a new Immortal Ancestor Heavenly Sovereign…

Could they outsiders truly gain any advantage against Him?