My Simulated Road to Immortality-Chapter 1640 - 1375: Secrets Hidden in the Dark Prison_2

After a long time, the severed head of Kou Hong, which had fallen to the ground with wide-open eyes, unyielding even in death,

was scattered by the wind like grains of sand.

Only a single tree branch, shaped like a dragon, between his eyebrows remained.

Li Fan’s figure quietly emerged.

With a casual wave, the dragon-shaped tree branch flew into his palm.

Faintly audible were endless roars of resentment emanating from the tree branch.

Li Fan furrowed his brows and waited, observing Hai Zhen’s reaction.

Moments later, he sighed slightly: "It doesn’t have as strong a devouring appetite after all."

"It seems I still underestimated its complexity."

"Nonetheless, this crystallization of Eternal Memento isn’t without its uses."

Thinking thus, Li Fan forcefully fed it to Hai Zhen.

The dragon-shaped tree branch in his hand slowly disappeared.

Simultaneously, Li Fan’s spirit consciousness was suddenly flooded with blurry images flickering rapidly.

"This is..."

Li Fan’s brows furrowed deeply.

Undoubtedly, these fleeting scenes were born from Hai Zhen devouring Kou Hong’s lingering thoughts.

Although Kou Hong’s lingering thoughts had not yet reached the threshold for forming Eternal Memento, they were barely sufficient to become sustenance for Hai Zhen.

Previously, Hai Zhen’s devouring of Eternal Memento would result in the emergence of new functions.

This time, however, what do these fleeting images portend?

The flashback images, like bursts of inspiration, vanished in an instant. Even for Li Fan, capturing them was no easy feat.

Standing at the spot, Li Fan pondered for some time before gaining some clarity.

His expression turned ambiguous: "It seems to be events I experienced before this lifetime?"

"What could this mean?"

Li Fan felt bewildered, a faint sense of unease rising instinctively in his heart.

But no matter how much he pondered, he couldn’t pinpoint the source of his unease.

For now, he could only bury the matter in his mind.

As peace seemed to return, a rust-covered long sword appeared in Li Fan’s hand once again.

This sword was none other than the Taoist Mystic Sword, formed from Dao Xuanzi’s desperate final strike.

Possessing just enough power to slay a Nascent Soul cultivator, Li Fan naturally didn’t pay it much heed. What truly intrigued him was the sword’s origin.

From this sword, Li Fan felt a faintly familiar aura.

Li Fan had once absorbed the Rusted Sword Daoxuan that had transformed into a Natural Treasure. However, eroded by Heaven and Earth, the Mystic Sword differed greatly from its original form.

Thus, despite later encountering related events, Li Fan had been unable to recall its origin.

Yet in this lifetime, perhaps due to long-term nourishment and the inherent compatibility between Dao Xuanzi and the Mystic Sword,

even with Dao Xuanzi’s Gold Core-level cultivation, he managed to restore the Mystic Sword to its primordial, flawless state.

"So it originated from the Heavenly Sword Sect."

Li Fan spoke with some emotion before casually pointing his finger. The Xuanhuang Swordsmanship laws transformed into radiant filaments,

infused into the shaky, near-shattering body of the Mystic Sword.

As the sword’s body gradually stabilized, Li Fan further reinforced it with the Formation Refining technique.

Ultimately, this ancient sword belonging to the Heavenly Sword Sect regained its vitality. Its power remained undiminished, perhaps even greater than before.

The Heavenly Sword Sect, once among the Ten Great Immortal Sects of old, had long since been fractured into realms.

Leaving behind only remnants of broken swords buried within the Sword Tomb.

"The Heavenly Sword Sect..."

Li Fan had once attempted to use these broken swords to uncover whether the sect had successfully escaped its fate.

But under the Xian Character Technique’s manifestation, the light emanating from all the remnants invariably pointed to the Wooden Sword’s Heaven’s Wonder at the center of the Sword Tomb.

Now, however, the rebirth of this Mystic Sword from the Heavenly Sword Sect sparked new thoughts within Li Fan.

Quietly, the Manifestation Characters were written.

Encasing the renewed Mystic Sword.

In an instant, three radiant beams flew from the sword’s body.

The thickest beam soared skyward like a dragon emerging from water, dispersing into Heaven and Earth.

The second beam shot toward Li Fan.

The final, faintest beam drifted toward a certain spot within the Xuanhuang World.

"Hmm?"

The sight grabbed Li Fan’s attention.

"Could it be that there are descendants of the Heavenly Sword Sect within the Xuanhuang World?"

Interest flickered in Li Fan’s eyes as his figure floated, rapidly chasing the light thread.

The Manifestation Characters reveal the connections between all things, visible only to the caster or to someone deeply versed in the True Immortal Seal Characters of [Xian].

Thus, Li Fan did not worry about this anomaly drawing others’ scrutiny.

Following the trail of light, Li Fan arrived at a location he had never considered before.

The Immortal Alliance Hell!

Having previously infiltrated it disguised, the Hell’s forbidden formations posed no obstacle to Li Fan.

Watching the light thread rapidly descend to the lowest depths, Li Fan followed it into the Hell’s depths.

His expression turned subtly peculiar.

Because he saw that the thread of connection rested upon the very cultivator imprisoned in the deepest layer of the Hell!

"How strange..."

Li Fan had long known about the figure suppressed within the Immortal Alliance Hell.

Upon seeing this individual, Li Fan had even felt a faint sense of familiarity.

Now, tied together with the Mystic Sword under the Manifestation Character, Li Fan’s conjecture had finally solidified.

"A descendant of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

The imprisoned cultivator’s facial features bore a striking resemblance to Situ Yao, the senior disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect from long ago.

However, the captive, reduced to a skeletal semblance, only faintly retained some resemblance.

Given the abundance of likenesses in the world, Li Fan had refrained from making any assumptions.

But now, the connection validated his judgment.

"Sometimes, trusting one’s intuition is best."

"A descendant of Situ Yao? Interesting. I recall this Heavenly Sword Sect senior disciple had no offspring when the sect fractured and retreated."

"Could it be..."

Shock wave upon shock wave rippled through Li Fan’s heart.

He prepared to free the captive and interrogate them.

Yet upon closer inspection, Li Fan realized the suppression method used on the Heavenly Sword Sect descendant appeared to bear the hallmark of the Celestial Doctor himself.

If not for his covert observations within an illusion array earlier this lifetime, Li Fan might not have recognized it!

"Without specific unsealing methods, forcefully breaking the seal would surely alert the Celestial Doctor."

"And this lifetime’s Xuanhuang Sublimation has reached its critical juncture..."

Had it been in the past, Li Fan might have chosen to wait for another lifetime to act after his power surged.

Yet, due to his glimpse into the secret techniques of the Celestial Doctor within the illusion array, he hesitated to abandon the effort entirely.

Instead, he attempted to resolve the seal.

To his surprise, it was easier than anticipated.

Perhaps the Celestial Doctor did not regard this individual as particularly important, for the seal was relatively simple.

Most of the suppression stemmed from draining the individual’s spiritual power dry.

After expending significant effort, Li Fan finally unraveled the seal.

To avoid drawing the attention of the Alliance of Thousands of Immortals, he conjured an illusion to simulate the image of continued imprisonment.

Li Fan carried the emaciated descendant of the Heavenly Sword Sect out of the Immortal Alliance Hell stealthily.

Finding an isolated location, Li Fan prepared to ask his questions.

Yet just as he was about to speak, a flash of golden light erupted from his hand; within an instant, the individual broke free from Li Fan’s grip.

Transformed into a streak of golden light, the figure sped toward the horizon.

In the blink of an eye, they had vanished from view.

This move took Li Fan by complete surprise, yet instead of anger, he felt a rising sense of exhilaration.

Though swift, how could the Heavenly Sword Sect descendant possibly outrun Li Fan?

The Wooden Sword Mirage was drawn, and in the next moment, Li Fan had caught up.

With a single strike, he subdued the figure once again.