My Longevity Simulation - Chapter 1797

Chapter 1773 Cicada Hidden

“True Shi Yin, False Yu Cun! You two each owe me a life!”

As Zhang Fan hesitated, the boundless and vast purple energy was completely consumed.

Without the protection of the purple energy, this eternal world was once again shaken.

“What a pity, just this little bit,” False Yu Cun sighed softly.

As the creator of this world, he vaguely sensed that a supreme and profound Taoism was about to be born here. Just one final step.

But that one step could make a world of difference.

“If it truly comes to life, the branding will be complete. With this mark, my eternal void world will also undergo its own transformation of true and false, allowing me to escape the endless cycle of reincarnation. Either way, I’ll die.” False Yu Cun pondered, his resolve already made.

“I’ll buy you a few final moments. Can it succeed…”

Before he could finish his words, a silver light burst forth, surging through the sky.

Although the eternal world seemed to have stabilized again, True Shi Yin and Zhang Fan could tell that its foundation had been lost.

It wouldn’t be long before it was completely lost.

“The transformation of truth and falsehood returns to the true God.”

“And I, the Son of Destiny, my clone, will also return…”

“Into his body.”

“This is what’s called inescapable fate.”

Zhang Fan already had a vague idea of why his final stroke hadn’t been completed.

“So even he hasn’t fully comprehended this transformation of truth and falsehood. As a clone, I naturally can’t surpass the original.”

Zhang Fan felt a sense of relief.

Then a thought struck him: “So, my understanding of the transformation of truth and falsehood is even greater than mine? How is this possible?”

Zhang Fan had always believed that his original self, the mastermind behind everything, must have reached incredible power, perhaps even rivaling the true God.

Although he never gave up on seeking an explanation from him, he never dared to underestimate his original self. He

never expected to find himself, stunned, that after a lifetime of hard work, he could now rival him.

This was a thought Zhang Fan had never considered before.

He had never dared to imagine.

The instant he grasped the truth, an unstoppable ambition began to grow within him.

“Who’s real, who’s fake? Who’s the master, who’s the winner?”

“It remains to be seen!”

“There’s still… one last chance!”

Zhang Fan knew the original master was waiting for him outside this eternal world.

When this place shattered, before returning to the true god, he would first absorb himself.

“But this is precisely my only chance of survival!”

With this thought, looking at the nearly completed scroll and Zhen Shiyin before him, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Fan’s eyes.

“Please lend me your head, Senior!”

The brush that painted the scroll of true and false suddenly appeared and quietly descended, landing

heavily on Zhen Shiyin .

Zhen Shiyin’s face was filled with surprise, puzzled by Zhang Fan’s sudden change in Zhang Fan’s mind.

“You still have a chance to start over, but I may not.”

“Please grant me your help, Senior!”

Zhang Fan was shocked to see Zhen Shiyin still holding on under the touch of his original brush, though his body trembled slightly.

Without further pressure, he flashed a brilliant light, transmitting everything he had just realized to the other party.

Zhen Shiyin’s gaze left Zhang Fan and looked beyond the eternal void. It was

unknown what had occurred to him, but he had actually given up resisting.

His figure dimmed, and the light gradually faded, eventually transforming into a dead white dot.

Slowly falling into Zhang Fan’s palm.

Zhang Fan was silent for a moment, then bowed solemnly and saluted at the place where Zhen Shiyin fell.

Then, without hesitation, he swallowed the dead white dot into his stomach.

Although for Zhen Shiyin, falling was not true death, he was willing to sacrifice his entire life just to give Zhang Fan a slight chance of victory. It was a great favor .

Zhang Fan seized the last moment, carefully savoring the taste of the dead light left by Zhen Shiyin.

“Death is but an appearance.”

“The great path of truth and falsehood, though invisible and unknowable to Senior Zhen Shiyin, he used the imagery of life and death to attempt to emulate the true and false creation.”

“The result is like a blind man touching an elephant, only grasping a corner. But, surprisingly, there is a certain flavor of truth and falsehood.”

“Great tonic!”

As if struck by inspiration, Zhang Fan wrote furiously, adding another stroke to the scroll of truth and falsehood.

Then, looking back at this world of eternal nothingness,

he could sense that Fake Yucun had fallen.

As Fake Yucun had said, while this world could exist independently of the mountains and seas, it was ultimately a void, its foundation built entirely on Fake Yucun’s cultivation.

Facing the might of the True God’s arrival, it was powerless to resist.

It was no longer a tremor, but an imminent collapse.

Zhang Fan set his pen to work, extinguishing this world before it could shatter.

“The living are governed by the void, beyond the false.”

A silver-white radiance, reminiscent of Fake Yucun’s, flashed in his eyes. Zhang Fan finished the final stroke on the scroll of truth and falsehood.

“I don’t seek to completely deconstruct the transformation of truth and falsehood, I only seek…”

“To surpass you!”

His left eye was silver-gray, his right pale.

Images of the divine guest—fishing, killing, breaking formations, forgetting, lucky, and folding paper—simultaneously surfaced in his mind.

“Here are the firewood, to ignite the fire of truth and falsehood!”

The scroll of truth and falsehood, painted with his own hand, was instantly consumed. Transformed into a blazing inferno that only he could see.

The eternal world of nothingness was gone, and Zhang Fan fell into the final stage of his ascension to the divine realm.

Even though he had imagined it countless times in his mind, he still felt a moment of loss when he truly found himself there.

What a terrifying apocalyptic scene this was.

No more life, no more mountains and seas. No more Dao, no more realm.

Only a ray of starlight, like a single eye of a god, hung high above.

Like the rising sun, its crimson clouds overflowed, leaping out, about to devour everything

except the impending divine presence.

Only two figures remained, like duckweed in the wind, still struggling to hold on.

They were of the same origin, the original body itself.

“Don’t return!”

the deity’s voice was cold, like a clan elder scolding a younger one.

Zhang Fan felt himself drifting uncontrollably towards it.

The pull was so strong, even stronger than the return to the spirit.

At that moment, Zhang Fan felt as if he were at odds with the vast flow of return to the spirit around him.

Only with the deity before him did he feel a faint connection.

“Is this your reliance?”

Zhang Fan sneered inwardly.

“The clone returns to the deity, it seems as if this is how it should be.”

“But today, I have to tell you…”

“Nothing in this world is taken for granted!”

A glint of determination flashed in Zhang Fan’s eyes.

Not only did he give up resisting the deity’s pull, he even accelerated his charge.

As he was about to be absorbed by the deity, a ball of true and false flames ignited and burst forth from within him.

“How foolish!”

“How can true and false destiny harm me?”

Faced with Zhang Fan’s counterattack, the deity remained unmoved.

He whispered, “When truth becomes false, falsehood becomes truth!”

The flames that had been blazing just a moment before suddenly vanished.

It was as if they had never existed.

The deity’s cold voice echoed, “Is this what you rely on? You dare to use the Great Dao of True and False to overthrow me and replace me…”

Before he could finish his words, his expression suddenly changed.

Around Zhang Fan, blurry figures suddenly appeared.

Zhen Shiyin, Jia Yucun, Chui Diao Weng, Xuanyuan Hong, Zhan Mingzhu, Po Zhenzi…

They seemed independent entities, yet also seemed to have been conceived from Zhang Fan.

“Haven’t you always wanted me to join you?”

“In this lifetime, I’ve comprehended many great Daos of mountains and seas, and even grasped the foundations of all those who become gods. My understanding of the Great Dao of True and Falsehood now surpasses yours!”

“And yet I’m willing to give it all to you. Let us unite!”

Zhang Fan’s eyes flashed with madness. As the flames of true and false died, his figure collided with the deity’s.

Like two drops of water merging, they merged into one in an instant.

But…

the figures of the God-Creators lingered, lingering within.

“Zhenzhen! Zhenzhen!”

The starlight overhead grew increasingly intense.

The carriers of the Great Dao of Truth and Falsehood drifted uncontrollably toward the solitary eye hanging high above.

A ferocious voice screamed at Zhenzhen over and over again.

But the presence of the other phantoms made the transformation difficult to activate.

Every time Zhenzhen was about to activate, another faint voice echoed, interrupting his progress.

“Zhenzhen!”

“Buhuan.”

“Zhenzhen!” “Buhuan.

“

…

The phantoms of the God-Creators weren’t the actual fallen God-Creators. Instead,

they were the anchors Zhang Fan used to distinguish himself from his original self.

Only the God-Creators of the Mountains and Seas could retain a shred of memory amidst the constant reconfiguration of the Mountains and Seas.

In Zhang Fan’s interactions with the God-Creators in this life, he was certain that his original self had never crossed paths with the God-Creators in his previous reincarnations.

Every possibility of the Mountains and Seas, every path he had traversed, every experience he had had—his original self had likely experienced it.

Only the God-Creators were an exception.

This could be used to distinguish Zhang Fan from his original self.

A closer look revealed that while the two drops of water had merged,

the latter drop had acquired certain unique properties, allowing it to temporarily exist independently.

Undoubtedly, with his control over the clone, this unique quality wouldn’t last long.

The clone was, after all, just a clone.

Its creation was destined for an irresistible fate.

Under normal circumstances, these phantoms of the godlike guests could only extend Zhang Fan’s life for a moment,

unable to change anything.

But now…

on the verge of his final ascension to godhood, this fleeting window of opportunity was enough to reverse everything.

His descent into true godhood was edging ever closer, yet Zhang Fan showed no sign of giving up his fight. He

seemed intent on dragging him down with him.

His original self finally lost his composure.

“Do you want to die?”

“If you want to die, don’t drag me down with you!”

“As long as I can return to the true self, everything remains possible. If I fall into the true self, there’s no return!”

Anger and panic.

Zhang Fan observed all of the deity’s awful antics.

He simply responded with a cold stare: “It’s precisely because I don’t want to die that I’m risking my life!”

Starlight shone everywhere,

as if completely leaping into the world.

The high-hanging star now resembled a mighty sun, proudly standing alone.

Both Zhang Fan and the deity could clearly sense that the fickleness of truth and falsehood clinging to them was becoming increasingly elusive.

It could vanish completely at any moment.

“Madman! Madman! If this goes on, we’ll all die!” the deity roared, its defenses breaking.

“Really, really!”

Zhang Fan’s eyes burned fiercely. In the face of this desperate situation, his mind grew calmer.

Sensing the opportunity he’d been waiting for, Zhang Fan finally dispersed the image anchors of the Divine Guests,

no longer resisting their complete fusion.

The deity was overjoyed.

It was eager to devour Zhang Fan completely and return to its original anchor point.

But…

the next moment, as if it had swallowed a stone, the deity not only failed to digest Zhang Fan, but instead, its mouth filled with blood.

“How is that possible! How could you…”

Zhang Fan sneered, “Without the power of the Transformation of Truth and Falsehood, how much stronger can you, this so-called deity, be than me?”

“Let’s have a fair fight.”

“It’s a matter of life and death!”

With that, Zhang Fan lunged at the deity.

He had no Taoist magic, no magical powers.

It was a bloody clash of pure will.

Two souls, strikingly similar, or perhaps even identical, engaged in a life-or-death struggle for survival. A

fight to the death.

They seemed oblivious to the outside world’s fate of returning to the divine, the impending doom.

Their eyes were fixed on each other, determined to determine victory.

No matter the cost.

The brutality of the encounter was beyond description. To

outsiders, it seemed a fleeting moment.

But to the two within the arena, it felt like eons.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck you…”

the dying master cursed.

But all he heard was Zhang Fan’s unbridled laughter.

The water drop shifted again.

The two merged, completely.

“Finally, I won.”

The victor, Zhang Fan, was utterly weak, but his heart was not filled with joy.

He had swallowed his master with his clone, inheriting everything from the other.

But now, he had no time to examine it closely.

The remnants of his body, the alternation between true and false, were now as thin as a thread.

The return of the true God was imminent.

“Fortunately, Heaven will not abandon me!”

“The transformation of truth and falsehood, with only an inch remaining, can be activated.”

“True! True!”

Zhang Fan finally shouted the two words his original self had chanted countless times before.

No more thoughts could hinder him.

After a brief pause, the Great Dao of True and Falsehood descended upon the sky.

The starlight that filled the sky suddenly dimmed.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had grasped the sun above.

Then, with irresistible force, it dragged it downward, step by step.

Zhang Fan’s eyes unfolded with a miraculous scene.

It was as if time had flown backwards, and countless radiant stars slowly returned to the inner world.

A gloomy darkness emerged once again.

The cold, dead silence, compared to the divine radiance, was even more reassuring.

This time was truly too thrilling.

The final arrival of the true God was only a hair’s breadth away.

Erasing the impending true God and resetting it took longer than all previous attempts combined.

But it finally succeeded.

The taut string in Zhang Fan’s mind finally loosened. He

breathed a sigh of relief.

He gazed at the fading figure of the True God one last time, his spirit high and mighty: “I can defy fate and reclaim my true self. From now on, I will be able to destroy the stars and slay the gods!”

“Just wait!”

As if sensing Zhang Fan’s thoughts, at the last moment, the fading starlight suddenly erupted again.

Then it vanished into thin air.

Then, a rolling darkness descended, engulfing Zhang Fan’s consciousness.