My Longevity Simulation - Chapter 860
If not for the protective formation Lin Ling had set up around the small mountain temple earlier, the dazzling brilliance of the golden orb in Ji Shaoli’s hand would have immediately drawn the attention of other cultivators.
“This… this…” Zhong Shentong was dumbfounded, pointing at Ji Shaoli, unable to form a complete sentence.
“Sigh, what a pity it isn’t a purple-gold or dark-gold orb. But this will have to do.” Ji Shaoli said indifferently. Right in front of everyone, he reached his hand into the golden light and began to search.
The golden radiance gradually dissipated.
In its place was a round pearl emitting a seven-colored halo.
The moment Zhong Shentong laid eyes on this seven-colored pearl, a strange and complex mix of emotions welled up within him—greed, disappointment, and even a sense of regret.
It left him feeling unsettled.
“Seven-Colored Jade Void Glimmering Light…” The moment Ji Shaoli touched the pearl, information about it naturally appeared in his mind.
It originated from a cultivation world known as ‘Chongyan.’
This world had no sun or moon—only seven radiant beams of light that appeared in cycles, illuminating all things.Later, a great cultivator gathered and refined these seven glimmers of light.
Though he succeeded in creating an unparalleled treasure, it directly led to the destruction of the Chongyan Realm.
As time passed, this cultivator perished, and the treasure he refined drifted into the Fishing Pond.
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Ji Shaoli was deeply shaken.
Not just because the seven-colored divine light was of an extraordinarily high grade, far surpassing ordinary Dao Integration treasures.
But because even a treasure of this caliber was merely classified as a gold-tier item in the Fishing Pool.
Then what kind of unimaginable existence would the purple-gold and dark-gold orbs be?
And what exactly was the Fishing Pond, which contained all these treasures?
“This is definitely no ordinary Immortal artifact.”
“But they all remain ownerless…”
“What on earth happened in the Immortal Realm?”
Countless thoughts flooded Ji Shaoli’s mind, but he did not immediately refine the seven-colored divine light.
Instead, he stored it away to hand over to his true self in the future.
Regaining his composure, he looked at the still-shocked Zhong Shentong and asked curiously, “What? Is it really that difficult to fish up a golden orb? You’ve occupied this fishing platform for decades. With your skill, you should’ve caught quite a few by now, right? Why the surprise?”
Zhong Shentong opened his mouth, but no words came out.
“Heh… heh…”
Zhong Shentong’s eyes were filled with confusion, and he could only respond with a dry laugh.
“Well, luck is always balanced. This time, I caught something good, but if I don’t exercise restraint, I’ll probably be wasting my time for a long while.”
“I’ll leave this place to you, Daoist Zhong.”
“The Federation has many affairs to handle, so I can’t stay here forever,” Ji Shaoli said with some regret.
“Oh, right. In the future, some of the geniuses from our Federation might come here to try their luck. I’ll notify you beforehand.” Ji Shaoli tossed a communication talisman to Zhong Shentong before reluctantly glancing at the Fishing Pond one last time.
Then, calling Lin Ling, he finally left the small mountain temple.
Zhong Shentong looked at the all-too-familiar temple, now with an additional protective formation.
Everything that had happened felt like a dream.
It left him in a daze.
Then, suddenly, a faceless stone statue appeared before him, startling Zhong Shentong awake.
After a long contemplation, he let out a sigh and reluctantly accepted the reality before him.
Then, looking back at the Fishing Pond, he stubbornly sat back down.
Even though he had already used up his allotted fishing attempts for the day, he still wanted to get a feel for it.
No matter how much Ji Shaoli surpassed him in cultivation, realm, or divine abilities, Zhong Shentong could accept it.
But the fact that Ji Shaoli had fished up a gold-tier orb—something he himself had only managed twice in his entire life—in such a short amount of time was simply unbearable.
“The Dao of Fishing—I refuse to believe I am inferior to him!”
With determination in his heart, Zhong Shentong continuously replayed the motion of casting his fishing rod in his mind.
Amidst the mountains, above a small temple.
Ji Shaoli stayed hidden in the shadows, carefully observing Zhong Shentong’s daily life for two to three days.
He discovered that aside from becoming increasingly obsessed with fishing, Zhong Shentong showed no other unusual behavior. Only then did Ji Shaoli feel reassured enough to leave.
“Relying solely on the title of ‘True Immortal of Salvation and Mortal Compassion’ as a bluff is not a long-term solution.”
“In order to ensure that this secret remains undiscovered, other measures will be necessary.”
“For a Foundation Establishment cultivator, there’s no need to use True Temptation Fruit. Once I complete my breakthrough, the Bloodline Transmission secret technique will suffice.”
The endless treasures within the fishing pond were clearly not something that could be fully excavated in just one lifetime.
Therefore, Ji Shaoli never intended to stay there indefinitely, fishing every single day.
Even if he spent a hundred years fishing alone, it would still be insignificant compared to the vast and endless starry sky. Moreover, relying solely on luck to fish for treasures without knowing their exact nature was far too inefficient.
“Hmm. In the future, any distinguished contributors to the Federation of All Worlds shall be granted a chance to fish here.”
“Even if someone does manage to reel in a supreme treasure, it won’t matter. In the end, everything will still be mine.”
After pondering this matter, Ji Shaoli personally traveled with Lin Ling to the Spiritwood Realm and handed over the Seven-Colored Jade Void Glimmering Light to his true self.
Only then did he return to Haixuan Island.
As usual, he checked the Tianxuan Mirror.
During his time focusing on fishing, the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance had not remained quiet.
Among the hundreds of candidates in the Thirty-Three Immortal Selection, the vast majority had already returned.
Only thirty-three cultivators remained at the Immortal Alliance Headquarters.
This signified that the final Immortal Selectees had been officially confirmed!
Everyone knew that these chosen immortals were guaranteed to reach Dao Integration Realm in the future, with limitless potential ahead of them.
Their backgrounds had already been thoroughly investigated.
Whether it was to curry favor or establish connections in advance, any cultivator with a modicum of intelligence was now doing everything possible to forge ties with these thirty-three individuals.
Wei Qizheng, one of the chosen ones, had always been alone.
However, many cultivators still traveled from afar to establish contact with his friends.
Naturally, the organization Wei Qizheng had once been part of—the Congyun Sea Mutual Aid Association—also came into the public eye.
Upon investigation, people discovered that the members of this association were all cultivators within the Immortal Alliance system, and none of them had strong foundations.
At most, they had only reached the Nascent Soul stage.
“It’s nothing more than a small group banding together for survival,” they concluded.
They could only marvel at the group’s sheer luck—despite having so few members, they had managed to produce an Immortal Selectee.
At first, the members of the Mutual Aid Association were a bit nervous about the overwhelming inquiries directed at them.
However, when they realized that these so-called “powerful factions” showed little real interest in them—redirecting every conversation back to Wei Qizheng after just a few words—their worries gradually faded.
Besides, there wasn’t much for them to reveal in the first place.
The true secrets of the Mutual Aid Association rested solely with Ji Shaoli.
