My Longevity Simulation - Chapter 1792

Chapter 1768: Beheading the Master

Having ambitions is good, but things don’t always go as planned.

Those who rise from obscurity with the power of “Zhenzhen” are invariably easy prey.

Zhang Fan’s successful slaying of Lin Fan was entirely due to his supernatural powers. However, in a life-or-death struggle, supernatural powers are only a partial factor, not the only one.

Ever since his opponent unexpectedly escaped during a duel, the unique skills he learned from the Sanctuary World have spread like wildfire, reaching far and wide.

Everyone now knows that he possesses powerful supernatural powers such as [Hooked Wish], [Life and Death Separation], and [Swallowing Heaven’s Luck]. Even from a distance, they are wary. He often faces multiple attacks. Meanwhile,

Zhang Fan is often completely unaware of other “Zhenzhen” wielders,

putting him at a significant disadvantage.

“Damn it! I should have been more ruthless back then!”

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan felt a surge of regret. But he couldn’t be entirely blamed.

Who could have made that man named Zhou Fan so remarkably similar to him? Even at such close range, they could vaguely sense each other’s inner thoughts. They were practically one and the same.

As the other’s soul nearly annihilated, Zhang Fan felt as if he too was suffering.

Terrified, yet simultaneously filled with a pity, a feeling of pity.

Zhang Fan’s mind was shaken, and his annihilation attempts faltered. But Zhou Fan, seizing the moment of his daze, broke free and fled at lightning speed.

“Just wait! I will avenge you!”

The other’s resentful voice was still fresh in his ears. At that moment, Zhang Fan could never have imagined the extent of the trouble this fleeing man would cause him next.

“Fortunately, I still have a hidden weapon, the [Reincarnation Destruction Machine], which I’ve never used before. Perhaps it could be used as a last-ditch effort.”

“However, no matter how strong I am, I can’t withstand such a relentless onslaught. I can only hide for now.”

“But hiding like this isn’t a solution. Sooner or later, others will discover me.”

Transformation and concealment are useful to other cultivators. But for those of them who also possessed “Zhenzhen,” it had virtually no effect.

“Zhenzhen” was a collective term for all cultivators who possessed “Zhenzhen.” It’s unknown who originally coined the term, but possessing the great Dao of truth and falsehood, they were indeed Sons of Destiny. Everyone was satisfied, and they grew accustomed to the title.

The moment two Sons of Destiny met, even at great distance, their similarities in “Zhenzhen” and spirit would instantly detect each other.

Even more frustrating for Zhang Fan was that Zhou Fan, somehow, seemed to have made his identity, “Zhang Fan,” immediately known to all the Sons of Destiny.

Upon encountering him, even those Sons of Destiny who had never met or heard of Zhang Fan before, would instantly flood their minds with all his information.

This public knowledge seemed to be shared and constantly updated.

Initially, Zhang Fan didn’t realize this. In a desperate duel, his [Hooked Wish] and [Life and Death Separation] magical powers were successively countered by his opponent, gradually falling behind. He then used his first use of the magical power [Swallowing Heaven’s Luck] to turn the tide and kill the opponent. Zhang Fan was certain he had completely destroyed the corpse, eliminating all possible nearby paths, leaving no bystanders.

However, when he later encountered other Destiny Children, they remained wary of [Swallowing Heaven’s Luck]. They carried filth with them, attempting to taint their own luck and counter Zhang Fan’s magical power.

This resulted in Zhang Fan suffering a severe loss, and his injuries have yet to recover.

For now, he can only temporarily retreat into the realm of ordinary mortals, absorbing the luck of living beings and slowly recovering.

“The public recognition must have been the work of Zhou Fan.”

“This recognition only exists within the Destiny Children group; it has no effect on other cultivators.” Zhang Fan had confirmed this through extensive soul searches.

“It’s likely that they exploited some similarity between us. This characteristic might be the fundamental reason why we all carry the True Truth. It might even be involved in the entire conspiracy…”

After realizing this, Zhang Fan realized how little he knew about himself.

“Where did Zhenzhen come from? Where did I come from?”

Zhang Fan forgot his former ambitions, the dangers lurking outside. He immersed himself inwardly, seeking the answer to this question.

Seeing one’s heart and nature, examining oneself.

For others, this might be extremely difficult, but for Zhang Fan, it was somehow remarkably easy.

Zhang Fan vaguely sensed that it might be related to his time in the Sanctuary World.

“There, the heavens and earth grow infinitely, and all living things never worry about aging. It must be the hidden blessing of the Great Dao of Immortality.”

“And I’ve lived there for a long time, and I’ve hardly encountered fighting or slaughter. It must be some kind of Great Dao power, subtly transforming and nurturing the natures of all things.”

Although he hadn’t actually been away for long, Zhang Fan, having experienced countless life-and-death battles, had already undergone a transformation. Many things he had taken for granted in the past now seemed amiss in retrospect.

The thought of the Novice Village lingered in his mind for only a moment.

Zhang Fan was lost in thought, as if he were facing his own soul.

It was translucent and luminous, as if it contained all the wonders of the world. Yet, it seemed essentially no different from the countless beings of the mountains and seas.

“Where is the connection?”

Zhang Fan attempted to examine himself from an outsider’s perspective.

In an instant, he seemed to split in two.

One part returned to his own body, while the other floated out of his body, observing from a distance.

Slowly, a realization dawned on Zhang Fan.

“Everything that is Zhang Fan belongs to you.”

“Everything that is me belongs to me.”

As he spoke inexplicably, a transparent white light seemed to float out from the observing him

and return to the body of the seated “Zhang Fan.

” In that instant, Zhang Fan seemed to escape the fate of the Son of Destiny, able to observe himself from the perspective of an outsider.

A thin line, or perhaps countless thin lines representing fate, stretched from his body, reaching

countless corners of the mountains and seas.

And beyond the mountains and seas… in

that unknown place, all the thin lines converged!

Boom!

His observation lasted only a moment before Zhang Fan was pulled back by the intense attraction emanating from his true self.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Having recklessly disturbed his original soul, the damage he sustained this time was far greater than Zhang Fan had anticipated. He nearly lost his transcendental state and was about to fall back into the realm of obscurity.

Fortunately, it was all worth it.

In that fleeting moment, Zhang Fan saw not only a way to avoid “Everyone Knows,” but also the mastermind behind controlling all the Destiny Sons!

“Unfortunately, I only know how to break “Everyone Knows,” but I don’t know how to wield this magical power. Otherwise, I could just reveal the secrets to the public, and everyone would attack together…”

Zhang Fan’s expression shifted constantly.

Unbeknownst to him, his thoughts suddenly froze.

A blurry figure, instantly crossing endless time and space, descended upon him.

It was none other than “Zhenzhen”!

As the mastermind behind Li Fan’s plan, everything released into the various divine bodies was under his control.

Every action, every thought, was within his grasp.

Therefore, the moment Zhang Fan showed signs of losing control, he struck.

He hadn’t expected to discern the connection between the various divine bodies so quickly.

The power that had caused Zhang Fan to escape his body seemed to still linger in the air.

Zhenzhen stared for a moment, then suddenly understood.

“Kill the Master of Life.”

Then he looked towards the place where the other divine guests were.

Without a single ripple, the group of divine beings and the protective world they had created vanished silently and prematurely into the mountains and sea.

Then, Zhenzhen looked back at the frozen Zhang Fan, momentarily lost in hesitation.

While the transformations of the gods seemed out of control, who could guarantee that this was within the expected range?

Just as Zhenzhen hesitated, Li Fan’s faint voice suddenly appeared.

“Since it’s a variable, its existence has meaning.”

“Let’s see how far he can go.”

The voice echoed, and Zhenzhen’s figure had already disappeared and returned.

…

“Let’s all attack together and capture the mastermind alive. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” Zhang Fan’s thoughts returned to their normal flow.

From beginning to end, he hadn’t noticed Zhenzhen’s arrival, nor had he noticed his own life hanging by a thread.

After recovering slightly from his injuries, Zhang Fan began to reflect on the magical power he had just mastered, which allowed him to avoid the influence of “Everyone Knows.”

“That feeling must have come from the butcher who occasionally handled my catch.”

Mountain and sea anglers don’t release every fish they catch.

On the rare occasions they stumble upon a treasure they find satisfying, they’ll keep it with them for their enjoyment. Just like that stone slab.

Before taking it with them, it’s often handed over to a slovenly butcher. Only

after the butcher’s blade slashes does the angler feel reassured to put the treasure away.

“It’s so obvious, no ordinary cultivator. Yet, until now, I’ve never noticed, instinctively dismissed it.”

“Such strength…” Zhang Fan was secretly shocked.

As the image of the butcher appeared in his mind, his sense of the Tao intensified.

The clean, sharp flash of the blade flickered constantly in Zhang Fan’s mind.

Slowly, he followed suit, slashing through the air.

It was as if a single strand of hair fell to the ground.

Then, thousands and thousands more, like snowflakes, drifted down.

Countless bloodstains appeared on Zhang Fan’s body, the price of severing his connection with the Destiny Child.

But Zhang Fan wasn’t surprised, but rather delighted. An uncontrollable smile spread across his lips.

“Life-Slaying Blade, what a name!”

Severing shackles, severing fate.

With one strike, all ties vanished.

The effect of [Everyone Knows] slowly faded. The dark cloud that had long hovered over Zhang Fan’s head seemed to finally dissipate.

An unprecedented sense of security enveloped him.

Zhang Fan drifted off into a deep sleep.

Upon waking, he was still alive and well, his injuries fully healed.

“If I have the chance, I must return and thank those seniors,” Zhang Fan thought to himself.

He knew clearly that his escape from the fate destined for him as the Son of Destiny wasn’t due to his own special abilities. Rather, it was thanks to the subtle care and guidance of the powerful, including the Angler.

“I wonder what realm they are in?”

“Could they all be so-called Mountain and Sea Saints?”

Zhang Fan pondered as he continued to sever any remaining connections.

When only a single thin thread remained, the Life-Slaying Blade hesitated to fall.

The moment the blade’s light began to grow, an indescribable fear surged within Zhang Fan.

It felt as if the moment the thread snapped would spell his own demise.

After a long hesitation, Zhang Fan ultimately trusted his instincts and refrained from forcing his attack.

“It’s not time yet.”

“Perhaps when I attain sainthood, this blade will truly strike,” Zhang Fan said, as if realizing something.

“Come to think of it, could it really be that I’m gifted? This [Life-Slaying Blade] power is profound and profound. Yet, I comprehend it so easily, and am using it with increasing ease. And there are other powers…”

Zhang Fan was baffled, ultimately attributing it to the secret cultivation of a group of powerful beings.

He could never have imagined that all the Divine Masters, including the Fisherman, had been wiped out by [Return to the True], leaving

all the great Daos untouched .

As the only one currently connected to these Daos within the mountains and seas, he had benefited from the Divine Masters’ legacy. Naturally, his understanding was exceptionally smooth.

Zhang Fan didn’t dwell on this.

His only concern now was revenge against Zhou Fan.

“Now, it’s my turn to hide in the shadows. I hope I don’t catch you so easily.”

Zhang Fan’s eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing.

Zhou Fan’s [Known] magical power had truly wreaked havoc on him.

If he didn’t avenge this, wouldn’t he be a human being?

Zhang Fan quickly left the mortal realm to recuperate, secretly searching for the enemy.

But Zhou Fan was indeed cautious.

Relying on his [True] mutual intuition, Zhang Fan had already eliminated nearly a hundred Destiny Sons, but still hadn’t found any trace of him.

The number of Destiny Sons had drastically decreased in a short period of time, and everyone realized something was amiss.

They stopped showing off and went into hiding.

This dealt another setback to Zhang Fan’s quest for revenge.

The turbulent mountains and seas had suddenly fallen into an eerie calm.

After painstakingly finding another Destiny Son, killing and absorbing him, Zhang Fan was suddenly startled.

“Strange, so many disappeared in such a short time.”

“Something doesn’t add up…”

“Could it be that, besides me, someone else is hunting the Destiny Sons?”

His heart skipped a beat, as if this suspicion were confirmed.

Zhang Fan’s expression grew serious.

“Who is it?”

This didn’t surprise Zhang Fan.

After all, the number of Destiny Sons appearing in such a short period of time was quite large.

They attacked each other, treating the other powerful beings of the mountains and seas as nothing.

Moreover, all the Destiny Sons carried the supreme treasure “Return to True,” making them unavoidable covetous.

“Those with the strength and motivation must be the Saints of the mountains and seas.”

Once upon a time, Zhang Fan had dreamed of crossing Daoyan to the so-called other shore, the Holy Dynasty, to admire the saints.

Now, he couldn’t avoid it.

“I’m strong enough now. With my supernatural powers, I can easily destroy transcendent cultivators.

” “But not strong enough. Even without a true battle with a saint, I know. At this point, I’m no match for a saint.” “

There is no hope of breaking through in a short period of time. If you want to protect yourself, you still have to rely on the change of truth and falsehood!”

After this period of killing, the truth and falsehood that Zhang Fan absorbed and accumulated has become quite considerable.