My Simulated Road to Immortality-Chapter 1258 - 1210: Flushing the Dark Sea

"If that day really comes, don’t forget to bring me along," Sun Erlang said with a teasing smile moments later.

"No problem," Yishu glanced at Sun Erlang and nodded in agreement.

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Sun Erlang was suddenly astonished.

"Your Master, has he not been in the Da Qi Miniature World lately? I can’t sense his presence anymore," Yishu diverted the topic and asked.

Frowning upon hearing this, Sun Erlang said, "Yes. I don’t know where he has gone. As far as I remember, this is the first time he has left the Sacred Dynasty Daqi."

Yishu looked towards the ever-so-towering Saint Emperor Seat, his eyes flashing with countless lights and shadows in an instant.

Below the Saint Emperor Seat, inside the Secret Room where the You Clan People are penned.

Thousands of You Clan People were encircling, dancing and performing a mysterious ritual.

In the center of their encirclement stood a black door that seemed capable of devouring all light, towering strikingly.

And through this mysterious dark door, one would reach the other side of the Xuanhuang World, within the Ocean of Darkness.

Saint Emperor Li Ping was inside at this moment.

Yin Shangren was with him.

In the Ocean of Darkness, vision, sound, and even Divine Sense lost their communicative properties.

But Li Fan could still feel Yin Shangren whispering in his ear.

It was as if some mysterious power had directly attached itself to his skin, communicating intimately.

Being in the Ocean of Darkness, he was cut off from the Holy Dynasty’s Qi Destiny.

At this moment, Li Ping’s strength could be considered extremely weak. Any God Transforming Cultivator from the Alliance of Thousands of Immortals could easily slaughter him.

But the Saint Emperor of the Sacred Dynasty Daqi, in this dark exotic realm, harbored no fear in his heart.

Because inside him flowed a power that ordinary cultivators could not detect.

A golden mighty force that almost transcended the mundane.

The breeding program of the You Clan People was progressing smoothly.

It even completely bypassed the physical growth process, producing mature individuals with peak bodily functions as soon as they were born.

Though this shortcut reduced their lifespan further, limiting it to only three to five years.

But as long as the Flesh and Blood Factory continuously produced, it ensured the scale and number of You Clan People penned for the Saint Emperor’s prayers remained stable.

After the population of You Clan People surpassed a thousand, the daily essence generated from their willpower had reached a considerable amount.

Under the deliberate manipulation of Li Ping, a vast golden net formed inside his body, centered around his heart.

The Essence of Source Power flowed like a never-ending river. Now, Saint Emperor Li Ping, even without using his own cultivation, could perform various inconceivable Divine Techniques with a mere movement.

For instance, with a single thought, he could trace the origin of the Essence of Source Power and return to Sacred Dynasty Daqi from anywhere in the Xuanhuang World instantly. Even if other forces intervened, they could only delay his return, never fully prevent it.

And when he was attacked, the Essence of Source Power’s vast net would autonomously defend and counterattack.

With the power scale of the golden net inside him, Saint Emperor Li Ping was fortunate, for even cultivators from Xuanhuang World endowed with longevity couldn’t hold him back.

Of course, Law Transmission being an exception.

This was also why he had personally ventured to come to the Ocean of Darkness.

Through the power of Yin Shangren’s World Spirits, the two were in communication, one speaking and the other responding.

"Haven’t you felt the strangeness here?" Yin Shangren’s voice was intermittent, his true body nowhere to be found.

"It’s pitch dark, other than that, there is nothing," Saint Emperor Li Ping said in a deep voice.

"Ah, right. You’re different from me, it’s normal that you can’t hear these voices. The soft murmurs of various eras and figures from the Xuan Huang World have been rising and falling in this Ocean of Darkness..."

Under Yin Shangren’s explanation, Li Ping finally understood what he meant by strangeness.

The Ghost Realm is a collection of powers diverged from the Immortal Ruins of the Xuan Huang World.

These parts, originally of the Xuan Huang World, brought with them some "information" when they were mysteriously drawn into the Ghost Realm. This could be a segment of sound or even a few images.

It could even be a complete Divine Sense.

Over time, oppressed by the power of this place, all submerged in the Ocean of Darkness.

"So the Ocean of Darkness is actually quite lively," Li Ping mused.

"That’s not quite right. The very nature of this place ensures that all information remains silent. It is only through absorbing that I can make contact with these fragments of time. You asked why the people of the You Clan have such unique constitutions, right? I think I know the answer now."

With that statement, Li Ping felt darkness churning behind him.

It was Yin Shangren suddenly manifesting.

Out of place in the surrounding darkness, his presence was like a tiny whirlpool in the sea, allowing Li Fan to clearly "see" him.

"If we take the force of the Immortal Ruins as a suction power, then the force maintaining the existence of the Ghost Realm can be seen as a push. This pushing force does not always exist like the suction force of the Immortal Ruins. Instead, it appears regularly like the ocean tides, washing over everything. The cumulative effect of these time-scale washes has created this unique existence in the Xuan Huang World."

Yin Shangren’s tone was full of wonder.

In the past, although he had a vague awareness of this region, he had never systematically studied it.

His deep investigation this time was deeply compelled by the mysteries of the Ocean of Darkness.

"The pushing force comes from a power outside of Xuan Huang, while the repelling force originates from within Xuan Huang itself. But it is not the Xuan Huang Heavenly Earth itself..."

Yin Shangren fell silent for a moment, seemingly calculating something.

"If my guess is right, this periodically self-emerging repulsion force should be from the [Great Array of Crossing the Starry Sky] of the Ancient Xuan Tian Sect!"

Speaking of this array technique, Yin Shangren’s tone became somewhat awkward.

It seemed that some unpleasant memories flashed through his Spirit Consciousness.

But he quickly suppressed this slightly innate emotion and continued analyzing.

"So it is, floating, floating. If it could not counter the suction force of the Immortal Ruins that caused the birth of the Abyss Star Ocean, how could it float in the boundless starry sky?"

"In comparison, the Golden Chains’ method of capturing other worlds seems more like an act of salvaging resources to strengthen themselves, simply incidental."

"Indeed, it’s a great array that is unprecedented and unique in the Xuan Huang World. It’s just a pity that the great array is now damaged, and if I am not mistaken, each activation of this repulsion force in the Ocean of Darkness also requires the consumption of Xuan Huang Heavenly Earth as a price. In the past, the Xuan Huang World could capture other worlds to offset this consumption."

"But times are different now, let alone providing for the repulsive force of the Ocean of Darkness; even the Xuan Huang World itself is hardly secure."

Yin Shangren even revealed an unusual tone of schadenfreude.