My Longevity Simulation - Chapter 1052: Opportunity Lingers in the Nether Prison
Chapter 1052: Opportunity Lingers in the Nether Prison
In Dharma-Transmitter Zhou’s private small world, almost everyone was a lone survivor whose clansmen had been slaughtered. Those like You Chisong, whose family still thrived, were exceedingly rare.
Although they all understood You Chisong’s background and knew he wished he could drag his entire family down with him in death.
Yet, since it concerned the life and death of the group, Dharma-Transmitter Zhou’s followers still harbored some wariness toward You Chisong.
This included, but was not limited to: constant surveillance on You Chisong at all times, never allowing him to be alone. You Chisong did not know the secret method to open the passage to the private small world; every entry and exit required someone to escort him. Critical tasks were off-limits to him. He was only assigned the most trivial, inconsequential duties to start with…
Even under such discriminatory treatment, You Chisong showed no resentment whatsoever.
He worked diligently and tirelessly, without complaint.
His conduct was seen by all, and gradually, their attitude toward him began to soften.
On this day, he finally had the chance to participate in one of the organization’s true missions.
“The target of this mission is to infiltrate the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance’s [Nether Prison] and rescue a senior suppressed at its deepest level.”
“This senior was once a Dharma-Transmitter as well. However, due to his upright and unyielding temperament, he offended many other Dharma-Transmitter. Five hundred years ago, when Senior Zhou left the Dharma-Transmitter Council, he was opportunistically targeted and thrown into the Nether Prison.”
“The Immortal Alliance’s Nether Prison is located in the rift space of the Central Four Prefecture. It holds the most heinous criminals in the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance’s history. They were often spared execution due to certain special reasons and their lingering value to the Alliance, so they are merely suppressed and guarded.”
“The [Nether Prison] is heavily fortified, but Senior Zhou has arranged an inside contact. We need only disguise ourselves as headquarters cultivators from the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, present the transfer order, and escort the target out.”
“With many functions of the Tianxuan Mirror damaged, the connection between the [Nether Prison] and Alliance headquarters has been affected. We must seize this rare window before the new communication verification method is established.”
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When the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance retrieves prisoners from the [Nether Prison] for interrogation, it typically deploys three squads of ten cultivators each, traveling in formation.
You Chisong was selected for the execution team this time and was taught the key points of his role, as well as the authentic escort formation.
By midday, they had already assumed their roles convincingly.
“The conditions in the Nether Prison are unique. Senior Zhou cannot go personally, so this time, it falls to us.”
“The mission is arduous, with the possibility of failure. Everyone must prepare for potential sacrifice. If things go awry and we are exposed, to prevent soul-searching, everyone must immediately trigger the restriction in their divine soul. Better to perish body and soul than let the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance extract even a scrap of information!”
“If anyone wavers or is unwilling, you may withdraw now.”
After a long pause, no one spoke.
Thus, the plan was tentatively set.
Once the mission began, they would leave the small world, carrying no personal identifiers on them. Li Fan would lose his sense of this group.
However, from the outset of eavesdropping, Li Fan had infiltrated the You family and stolen a drop of You Chisong’s natal essence blood.
Through bloodline resonance, Li Fan could still faintly lock onto You Chisong’s location.
He quietly trailed behind.
The thirty-cultivator squad was all clad in black robes that Li Fan found exceedingly familiar. Even the aura they exuded was as cold and murderous as that of orthodox black-robed cultivators from the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.
“Dharma-Transmitter Zhou does indeed have her ways.”
Following the trail, they arrived above a deep valley at the intersection of the central four prefectures of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.
White clouds swirled around, obscuring the valley bottom from view.
The leading black-robed cultivator took out a jade seal, projecting a beam of white light that shone into the deep valley.
The sea of clouds parted immediately from the center, and the cultivator team entered without hesitation, filing in one after another.
Li Fan did not follow them inside; he merely observed from afar.
From the depths of the valley, from what was called the Nether Prison, Li Fan faintly sensed a trace of dangerous aura.
His goal was not some prison break. He only needed to wait outside for them to complete their mission.
The mission seemed to proceed unusually smoothly.
After half a day, the sealed sea of clouds opened once more.
The thirty-person team had an elderly man with white hair locked in the center, and they flew out from the clouds.
At first, everything appeared relatively normal.
Later, their escape speed grew faster and faster.
“Once we leave the rift’s influence range, immediately open the small world channel!”
The leading black-robed cultivator suppressed his inner excitement and sent a voice transmission.
Yet the white-haired Transmitter they had rescued showed no emotional fluctuation at his own escape.
He merely kept his eyes tightly shut, ignoring everything around him.
With the situation urgent, the group had no time for explanations. They simply carried the white-haired elder and fled desperately along the path.
When they finally retreated to a safe area and were about to cast the spell to open the small world channel,
“What person is that?”
At that moment, the leading cultivator’s gaze swept toward Li Fan’s position, and he roared sharply.
At the same time, a streak of white sword light erupted, instantly slashing toward Li Fan.
His companions also reacted in unison; in an instant, they unleashed their full strength without reservation. Radiant qi overflowed as various spells and techniques smashed toward Li Fan.
However, to their shock and fear, all the attacks vanished like clay oxen entering the sea, absorbed and disappearing without a trace the moment they neared the enemy.
Not even a ripple was stirred.
“Who exactly are you, sir?” The leading black-robed cultivator’s expression turned solemn as he asked.
Li Fan slowly revealed his figure, ignoring him.
Instead, he looked directly at the white-haired elder and said clearly: “Senior, do not be deceived by these people. They are pretending to be Dharma-Transmitter Zhou’s subordinates, staging this play to rescue you from the Nether Prison just to gain your trust.”
“The real Dharma-Transmitter Zhou is already dead!”
The dozens of people escorting the white-haired elder trembled violently upon hearing Li Fan’s words.
The aura of murderous intent they had feigned vanished, replaced by panic and disorder.
“You…” The leading cultivator could not hide his shock.
But he quickly recovered and hurriedly tried to explain to the white-haired elder.
“Senior, do not be swayed by this man! I have Senior Zhou’s token right here!” As he spoke, he produced a red knotted cord to prove his identity.
Faced with the confrontation between the two groups, the white-haired elder, who had been watching the show, finally opened his eyes.
He first glanced at the red knotted cord and snorted coldly: “What token…”
“Such crude tricks; this is not the first time you have used them. Do you think I would fall for it?”
“If it were truly Zhou’s instructions, why did she not come here in person?”
The leading black-robed cultivator was instantly speechless at the white-haired elder’s unexpected line of thinking.
The white-haired elder then sized up Li Fan and shook his head slightly: “You, boy, do not look like a good person.”
“Zhou would absolutely never take someone like you as a subordinate…”
The white-haired elder pondered: “Both sides are fakes?”
