Immortality Simulator-Chapter 9: Heaven Never Closes All Doors

Li Fan stared at Kou Hong’s confession on the table, his heart sinking into despair.

Kou Hong hadn’t lied to him. He truly didn’t know of any method that would allow a mortal to leave the Immortal Forsaken Lands.

Immortal Forsaken Lands... He had waited five lifetimes, over three hundred years, yet it was nothing more than an unattainable illusion.

His dream of cultivating immortality had crumbled. In a single night, Li Fan seemed to age greatly. Not just physically, but in spirit as well.

Immortal Forsaken Lands... He silently repeated the term in his mind, an endless tide of unwillingness surging within him.

Why did I have to transmigrate into a place like this? If I had been reborn in the cultivation world outside, I would already be on the path to immortality with the power of Return to Truth. But no, it had to be this damned Immortal Forsaken Land!

The information from Kou Hong’s confession flashed through Li Fan’s mind once more.

The so-called Immortal Forsaken Lands, as the name implied, were places abandoned by immortals.

Thousands of years ago, the ancient cultivation world had undergone a cataclysmic change.

At first, it was just a plague that swept through the mortal world. None of the cultivators paid it any mind.

But then, a single cultivator accidentally contracted this inexplicable disease—and everything spiraled out of control.

After infecting a cultivator, the disease seemed to undergo a bizarre mutation, gaining the ability to spread among cultivators. Its transmission vector? The very spiritual qi that cultivators relied upon to cultivate.

The disease spread like wildfire, contaminating the entire cultivation world. Those infected suffered consequences ranging from regressed cultivation and fallen realms to losing all their power overnight in the worst cases, becoming no different from mortals. Within days, they would perish, their Dao dispersing back into the heavens.

As cultivators died in droves, despair began to fester among their ranks.

Some, driven to madness, turned their fury upon the source of their suffering: the mortals.

Thus began the great massacres.

Facing the overwhelming might of the Immortal Masters, mortals had no power to resist. They could only submit to the slaughter.

But this carnage did not last long before it was abruptly halted—not out of remorse, but because the cultivators made a horrifying discovery: as they slaughtered mortals en masse, the disease did not vanish with the deaths of the infected mortals. Instead, freed from its mortal vessels, it spread unrestrained through the world’s spiritual qi.

In an instant, the concentration of the disease in the cultivation world skyrocketed, becoming a true plague.

And more cultivators fell.

Left with no choice, the cultivators abandoned their campaign of exterminating mortals.

But cultivators weren’t ones to await death passively. On one hand, they devoted themselves to researching methods to resist or cure the plague. On the other hand, they proposed the infamous Great Migration Plan.

Though the plan faced fierce opposition from the start, most cultivators, prioritizing their own survival, voted in favor.

The logic behind the Great Migration Plan was simple:

Mortals couldn’t be killed without catastrophic consequences, and a true cure for the plague remained elusive. If mortals were allowed to multiply unchecked, the plague’s spread would only make life harder for cultivators.

Since the plague relied on spiritual qi to propagate, the solution was obvious: exile all mortals to small, spiritual qi-barren worlds—broken grotto-heavens and the like—then seal them away permanently with arrays, ensuring they could never return.

This would solve the mortal problem in one stroke, leaving cultivators free to focus on finding a cure.

After all, unclaimed minor worlds were practically infinite in number. There was no fear of running out of space.

Under the unified will of the cultivation world, the mass migration of mortals began, lasting centuries.

How many mortals perished along the way was of no concern to the cultivators. Against their might, mortals had no means of resistance.

Thus, after hundreds of years, the original population of mortals from the cultivation world was divided across countless minor worlds. Another thousand years passed before the plague’s concentration dwindled to manageable levels.

Over those thousand years, cultivators finally devised a method to purify the plague after tireless research. Thousands more years were spent eradicating it completely.

Yet, to their dismay, they discovered the plague had left one final curse: it lingered within mortal bloodlines.

Though the world had been purged of mortals, not every child born of cultivators possessed the aptitude for cultivation. Over time, mortals reappeared in vast numbers, each carrying the dormant plague within them.

Since the plague was lethal to cultivators, any mortal descendant wishing to cultivate had to first purge it from their body. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Gradually, the plague became synonymous with the divide between immortals and mortals, earning the name Immortal-Mortal Miasma.

The devastation wrought by Immortal-Mortal Miasma left deep scars on the collective psyche of all cultivators. To prevent its resurgence, they established an unspoken rule: as far as possible, avoid the lands where mortals had been exiled to.

Over time, these places became known as the Immortal Forsaken Lands.

No one knew how many such lands existed, and few cultivators dared to venture into them. That Li Fan had encountered two was already a stroke of great luck.

Now, neither of these cultivators knew of a way for mortals to leave. How could Li Fan possibly hope for another, more powerful cultivator to stumble upon this place?

Moreover, as a mortal, his lifespan was finite. Even with his ability to simulate lifetimes, he could only relive his years within that limited lifespan.

He was already seventy years old. His biological age limit was eighty-six.

In the remaining sixteen years, his chances of encountering another cultivator were virtually zero.

How could he not despair?

He had glimpsed the hope of immortal cultivation, only to have it snatched away. Was he truly doomed to repeat the life of a mortal, lifetime after lifetime?

Li Fan refused to accept it.

The path to longevity was right before him—so close he could almost touch it, yet impossibly distant.

How could he resign himself to this?

Remembering the struggles of his past lives and the nearly three centuries of waiting, Li Fan couldn’t bring himself to abandon the pursuit of immortality.

Was there truly no way?

Then, like lightning splitting the fog, a realization struck him. There were details he had overlooked before.

How were mortals transported here thousands of years ago?

Though adjacent to the cultivation world, these minor worlds were still separate worlds. Those mortals couldn’t have gotten here on foot. They must have been carried by some means of transport.

Did those vessels still exist? If he could find them... could he reach the cultivation world?

Even the faintest sliver of possibility reignited Li Fan’s hope.

His pulse quickened with excitement. Without hesitation, he headed straight for Kou Hong’s cell.

He needed to confirm whether his theory held any weight.