My Simulated Road to Immortality

Chapter 373: 350: Ancient Heavenly Venerable’s Palm

Ever since Li Fan noticed the voices, they seemed to be focusing and projecting towards him.

They swarmed to him, crowding around him incessantly.

It was as if he had fallen into a hell filled with wicked spirits, and Li Fan found himself surrounded by these terrifying voices from all sides.

He could not tell if it was just his imagination.

Amid the unintelligible mumblings, Li Fan thought he frequently heard the words ‘Celestial Doctor.’

The more he concentrated on these words, the louder the ‘Celestial Doctor’ seemed to echo.

Like a surging tide, it washed over him wave after wave, threatening to drown him.

Just then, a fiery red radiance shone within the Dustcrosser Boat.

Above the cabin, a delicate twelve-petaled red lotus appeared.

As the petals of the red lotus bloomed, all the voices around Li Fan’s ears suddenly ceased.

It was then when Huang Fusong’s voice finally came,”…generally, these are just sound tides occasionally bursting forth from the Roaring Abyss.”

“The Red Lotus World-Purifying Array within this Dustcrosser Boat can protect us and ensure our safety.”

Returning to normal, Li Fan nodded upon hearing this, yet he was reflecting upon the voices he had just heard.

“Senior Huang Fu, do all people hear the same sounds in the Roaring Abyss, or do they vary depending on the individual?” asked Li Fan.

This was a crucial question. Li Fan stared intently at Huang Fusong, waiting for his reply.

Huang Fusong looked mildly surprised but after some contemplation, he explained, “The Abyss Demon Sound is indescribable. Its essence does not alter, but individual cultivators have varying resilience to it, so naturally, they will perceive it differently.”

“The Immortal who has been guarding the Roaring Abyss all these years supposedly comprehends the Great Taoist Profound Art from the Demon Sound.”

Upon hearing this, Li Fan sighed in relief.

It seemed his earlier illusion of hearing the ‘Celestial Doctor’ moan within the Abyss Demon Sound must have been a result of the profound psychological impact the Celestial Doctor had left on him earlier.

“Drawing on the deepest fears within one’s heart, huh? If the outer fringe of the Abyss alone is so intimidating, I truly cannot fathom how much more frightful the core of the Abyss could be.”

It is no wonder why the Immortal Alliance takes this matter so seriously.

“Looks like this mission may not be as easy as I anticipated.” Li Fan mused to himself as he looked at the fluctuating Red Lotus symbol overhead.

During his contemplation, the Dustcrosser Boat began to shake abruptly as if it had penetrated a barrier of some sort.

Li Fan peered outside the window, noticing that the White Mist was no longer as dense as when he first encountered it.

“We are nearing the Eternal Immortal Fortress.”

“Prepare to disembark.”

Upon seeing this, Huang Fusong rose from his seat and walked out.

Li Fan and Xue Mu readily followed him.

Upon reaching the ship’s bow, their view was suddenly unobstructed.

The surrounding area was engulfed in the dense Element Devouring White Fog. Despite the Dustcrosser Boat’s swift glide through it, no changes could be seen in the surrounding scenery.

However, looking back at the route they had journeyed through, Li Fan could clearly see the fog thinning.

The fog density diminished gradually, forming multiple distinct concentric rings of varying greyness.

A flashing black layer of light on the Dustcrosser Boat was actively fending off the invasive white fog.

As the Dustcrosser Boat flew forward, the fog began to dissipate enough to allow sight just when…

A gigantic hand made of blue stone abruptly appeared above Li Fan’s head.

The fingers were such that they resembled towering columns, clearly showing lines engraved on the palm.

It obscured the sky, completely filling Li Fan’s vision.

Compared to it, the Dustcrosser Boat seemed so tiny.

It looked as though it could loom overhead at any moment, immediately causing Li Fan’s heart to skip a beat.

Xue Mu’s face turned pale as she instinctively reached out an arm in defense.

Seeing Xue Mu’s reaction, Huang Fusong was quite pleased.

He then calmly stated, “That’s right, I forgot to mention. The severed palm ahead is indeed the Eternal Immortal Fortress that guards the Roaring Abyss.”

Upon hearing these words, Xue Mu slowly put down his hands, his actions stiff.

He continued to stare at the gigantic palm above in shock, unable to speak.

Li Fan, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the palm’s surface.

The Broken Palm of the Blue Stone was so monumental, the patterns across its face appearing like a complicated expanse of mountains.

Interweaving and intricate beyond measure.

It did not look man-made at all.

“Interesting…”

As Li Fan continued to observe, the Flying Boat slowly approached the severed palm.

Eventually, it went into the crevice at the wrist.

The intense pressure dissipated, and Xue Mu sighed in relief.

“Senior Huangfu, why is the Eternal Immortal Fortress made to look like this? It’s quite daunting,” Xue Mu asked once he had recovered.

Before Huang Fusong had a chance to respond, Shangguan Shi, who had just arrived leading another group, cut in.

“Kid, it’s not that the Eternal Immortal Fortress was made to look like a severed palm. The whole fortress was actually remodeled from this very palm.”

“How can you not know this common knowledge when we’ve already reached our destination?”

“Huangfu, seems like your teachings are not quite up to the mark.”

Shangguan Shi teased slightly.

Huang Fusong didn’t get angry, but just responded with a smile, “Then I’ll have to trouble Brother Shangguan to explain it again to these two. It will give me some leisure.”

“You…” A spark of annoyance flashed in Shangguan Shi’s eyes.

However, he refrained from losing his temper, remembering something.

With a cold snort, he started to briefly introduce the origin of the severed palm to Li Fan and Xue Mu.

Throughout the Element Devouring White Fog, innumerable Mystical Realms lay scattered.

Beyond the Abyss that they currently resided in, there were many other uncanny entities.

This severed palm was discovered by the Alliance of Thousands of Immortals somewhere on the periphery of a Mystical Realm.

It appeared to have drifted through the dense fog from some other place.

After some research, the Alliance of Thousands of Immortal discovered that the severed palm belonged to a fallen Great One.

The technique practiced by this unidentifiable Great One was extremely special. After his death, his body did not decompose, but became like blue stone instead.

It was immensely hard, immune to all sorts of magical attacks, and even naturally resistant to the corrosion of the Element Devouring White Fog.

Based on the principle of making full use of resources, after tens of years of remodeling, the Alliance of Thousands of Immortals finally managed to build a fortress upon it that could move freely through the White Mist.

“Alright, don’t be surprised. It’s just the ruin of an Ancient Heavenly Venerable. No matter how strong he once was, isn’t he now just a tool for us?”

As Xue Mu stood shocked once again, Ji Hongdao’s voice rang out.

“Ancient Heavenly Venerable?”

“Immortal… Sovereign?”

Ji Hongdao’s nonchalant words did not coax Xue Mu out of his shock; instead, they filled him with even greater horror.

He cried out in disbelief.

Not only him, but all the other cultivators who were only just hearing about this were equally astonished.

“An Immortal Sovereign… can die?”

A confused cultivator couldn’t help but question.