My Simulated Road to Immortality-Chapter 308 - 288: The Real and Unreal Chaoyuan Sect

Chapter 308: Chapter 288: The Real and Unreal Chaoyuan Sect

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After leaving Yin Ying Island, Su Changyu looked exhilarated, and it took a while for his excited mood to calm down.

“I didn’t expect such a serendipitous encounter on this trip.”

Even though there was still a long way to go before he could establish his foundation, the difference was that he now felt a strong drive to cultivate, wishing he could perfect his energy refinement as quickly as possible and start building his foundation.

“After [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation], my cultivation speed should be able to catch up to Xiao Heng and Xiaomei, right?” Su Changyu thought to himself.

Without any further delay, he determined his direction and headed straight towards the Deserted Island.

In the Tianxuan Mirror

Li Fan recalled the scenes he had just seen through Su Changyu, his brow furrowed slightly.

“Unexpectedly, Su Changyu also went inexplicably to Yin Shangren and came across the secrets related to [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation]. It seems that the guidance of Heaven and Earth that I perceived previously is indeed real.”

As for whether or not this world’s Su Changyu could successfully perform [Art of Self-Founded Cultivation], Li Fan was quite looking forward to it.

However, what concerned Li Fan more was the condition of Yin Shangren.

During the twelfth cycle, when Li Fan first met Yin Shangren at the age of 13, his hair was still a mix of black and white.

Now, 25 years later, only twelve years had passed, and his head was full of white hair.

This kind of rapid aging was almost impossible for a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

These years, Yin Shangren’s mental consumption must have been huge.

What concerned Li Fan more was that the test subjects on Yin Ying Island, as well as many treasures that Yin Shangren once treasured, were all destroyed at once.

But Yin Shangren seemed not to care at all.

Or to say…

Those things probably were destroyed by him personally.

Thinking about the sudden flames on the island, along with Yin Shangren’s increasingly demonized look.

“Does he want to commit suicide?”

Li Fan was slightly moved.

To verify his guess, Li Fan left the Tianxuan Mirror and hurried to Yin Ying Island.

By the time he arrived at his destination, the square building had indeed turned into a pile of ruins.

Burnt down thoroughly.

Li Fan searched around, but found nothing valuable.

Standing quietly in the sky above the ruins, Li Fan frowned.

“Why?”

“Yin Shangren, these years, should have been studying the secrets of the Immortal-Ordinary Miasma.”

“What did he discover that made him want to commit suicide?”

To know that the survival instinct of a cultivator is much stronger than that of ordinary people by a thousand times.

There are very few cases of cultivators committing suicide.

“Was it really suicide, or was he forced into it?”

Yin Shangren’s somewhat insane statement appeared before his eyes: “Aren’t you curious? Why can the plague on mere mortals infect cultivators? If we can figure out the source of this mutation, perhaps we can resolve the Immortal-Ordinary Miasma from the source! At that time, I will be a great existence that the whole Immortal Cultivation World will remember!”

Li Fan’s expression became somewhat serious: “I thought he was just a Foundation Establishment Cultivator and couldn’t research anything. So I’ve always ignored him.”

“To my surprise, he did make some progress.”

“Perhaps, in the next life, I can ‘take care of’ him in particular.”

Li Fan thought to himself.

Looking again at the ruins of Yin Ying Island, just as Li Fan was about to leave, he suddenly paused.

The sea breeze blew over, and among the charred ground, a crystal-clear white light suddenly appeared.

Li Fan flew closer and picked up the glowing object.

It was familiar.

A white rib bone.

It seemed to be the rib bone of the first cultivator who was infected with the Immortal-Ordinary Miasma, a thing that Yin Shangren had always valued in his lifetime.

Yin Shangren turned into flying ashes in the blazing flames, but this rib bone was perfectly preserved.

Many people were said to have scrambled for it, it was indeed something special.

Li Fan conveniently put it into his storage ring.

Back to Ten Thousand Immortals Island, he asked the Tianxuan Mirror to identify it.

But he only got the result “Cultivator Bone, worth 1 contribution point”.

“It seems it’s only valuable to a specific group of people.” Li Fan shook his head and put the rib bone away again.

He sensed the situation of the other prodigies.

“Xiao Heng has indeed arrived at the Celestial Palace of Clouds and Waters. However, he hasn’t entered yet. Instead, he stands outside, looking up at the grandeur of the azure building hanging in the sky, wondering what he’s pondering.”

“Xiaomei and the other two seem to be not far from the Ruin of Chaoyuan Sect.”

“It’s almost harvest time.”

At this point, two of Li Fan’s tribulation bodies had fully formed in his Dantian.

The shadow of the third round tribulation body was gradually forming.

“The cultivation base contained in these bodies can be converted without loss after I break through to the Golden Core Realm. If I accumulate enough tribulation bodies, I might make another breakthrough as soon as I enter the Golden Core stage.”

Li Fan couldn’t help showing a smile of delight, like a pleased old farmer.

“But what about He Zhengho…”

“Why hasn’t there been any cultivation feedback during this period?”

The distance was too great for the Formless Killing Machine to sense the other party’s image.

Li Fan thought for a moment, sent him a message asking for updates.

But he got an automated reply: “In closed training of Defense Institute, unable to reply, sorry.”

“So, Daoist He has already entered the Defense Institute?”

Counting the time, it’s almost been three years since He Zhenghao took office.

“Jing Xuan is indeed reliable. The contribution points were well spent.”

“After the array technique training in Tianyu State is over, there should be no more Cloud Sea. I’ll go directly to the Tianyun State and meet up with Daoist He.”

While Li Fan was planning for the future,

Su Xiaomei and two others arrived at the Thousand-Mile Marsh, the Ruin of the Chaoyuan Sect.

Upon reaching the destination, Su Xiaomei eagerly looked at the spectacular group of buildings not far away, longing to rush into the ruins the next second.

Zhang Haobo was somewhat puzzled: “Didn’t they say that the ruin attracted many cultivators for exploration? Why is it so deserted on the way here? Where are the people?”

Shuo Feng also frowned: “There does seem to be something strange about it. But there’s no need to think too much about it, we’ll find out when we go up and take a look.”

Upon arriving at the entrance of the Ruin of Chaoyuan Sect, it wasn’t as bustling as the rumors had it.

Cultivators were hesitating, not daring to enter yet reluctant to leave.

After asking around, they finally understood why the once bustling ruins had turned into such a state.

It turned out that just seven days ago, a shocking event occurred in the Chaoyuan Sect ruins that many cultivators had always thought were safe.

A Golden Core Cultivator who came seeking opportunities disappeared inexplicably.

When he reappeared, people found that he had become the same as the occasional phantom in the ruins.

Even more, one could hear and see him running around the Chaoyuan Sect in despair, trying to find a way to return to his normal state.

But this Golden Core Cultivator seemed to have gone to another world, unable to interact with people in reality no matter what,

nor able to leave the confines of the Chaoyuan Sect ruins.