My longevity simulation

On the desolate and withered land, countless small mounds rose like tumors.

Even from a great distance, the stench of decay and rot could be clearly smelled.

Some curious individuals had dug open a few of these mounds.

Inside, apart from black, rotting pus, there was nothing else.

It was said that the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance had once dispatched specialists to investigate this place.

After finding nothing conclusive, they decided to completely clear out this festering land, which seemed like an abscess on the earth.

Yet, to their shock, within less than half a year, the endless mounds resurfaced once more.

Thus, the alliance sent people again to deal with the phenomenon.

This process repeated three times, yet these festering mounds remained stubbornly persistent.

In the end, they had no choice but to abandon further action, classifying the area as a mysterious and unexplainable anomaly.

However, Li Fan knew that the reason behind this abnormality was not due to some supernatural force.

Rather, it was the residual will attached to countless swords, which had twisted and decayed over thousands of years, causing the strange phenomenon.

“You can’t really blame the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance for their lackluster response.”

“Even an ordinary Dao Integration cultivator would struggle to notice anything unusual here if they lacked deep comprehension of the Way of the Sword.”

With this thought in mind, Li Fan activated his Reverse Five Elements Creation-Destruction Sword technique.

In his vision, the scene ahead suddenly changed.

Countless dark shadows drifted out from the swollen mounds.

Like specters, their eyes glowed with a crimson hue as they locked onto Li Fan with unwavering focus.

From all directions, eerie and unintelligible murmurs arose—sounding both like agonized screams and resentful curses.

The whispers seemed to penetrate directly into his mind, bypassing even his eardrums.

Even if he blocked his hearing or shielded his divine sense, he could not stop the invasion.

Li Fan furrowed his brows slightly, understanding that this was a necessary step to enter the Sword Tomb of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

He could only maintain his composure and endure the assault of these bizarre and piercing voices.

The crimson-eyed shadows, seeing that Li Fan remained unmoved, were enraged.

They transformed into streaks of darkness and lunged at him.

As they drew closer, their appearances became clearer.

Some resembled freshly dead corpses, their flesh rotting, covered in festering wounds, and writhing with maggots.

Others appeared as if they were being burned alive, their bodies melting into grotesque, dripping forms.

Some had been sliced into countless pieces, their fragmented flesh barely holding together.

…

Yet, the most horrifying part—every single one of them bore Li Fan’s appearance!

At the same time, countless visions of his own deaths flooded Li Fan’s mind!

These were not mere hallucinations but an illusion so vivid that it felt as real as life itself—as if he had consumed a Intent Horse and was experiencing ultimate reality.

Even his body began to feel the corresponding pain of each gruesome demise.

“Such petty tricks.”

“Not only do I have the Immortal Heart Mantra protecting me, making me immune to all techniques, but even if I were to fall for this trap, at my level of New Method Nascent Soul Realm, I can endlessly regenerate my physical body…”

“A decent technique—but sadly, outdated.”

With this thought, Li Fan let the shadows consume him.

A moment later, the Five Elements Cave-Heaven within him trembled slightly, and in the blink of an eye, his body was restored anew.

More shadows surged from the mounds, shrieking as they charged at him again.

Thus, Li Fan continuously reformed his body after being devoured, enduring the assault until every shadow from the nearly ten thousand graves had stained his existence.

Each time a shadow consumed him, Li Fan felt his body subtly “sink”—not into the ground, but into another dimension.

These shadows were like drowning ghosts, attempting to drag him into their world.

When he was finally completely submerged, his vision shifted—he had truly entered the Sword Tomb.

It was just as Shuo Feng had described.

Countless broken swords stood slanted across the land.

Each one leaned slightly toward the center, as if bowing in reverence to their king.

Yet, despite Li Fan’s presence as an outsider, none of them reacted to him in the slightest.

Carefully observing these seemingly decayed and broken swords, Li Fan realized that rather than them deteriorating…

It was more accurate to say…

Under the baptism of the Central Heaven’s extraordinary [Sword], they were becoming purer and purer.

No longer constrained by physical form, they were, like the [Sword], gradually transforming into concepts, into pure energy.

“The dark shadows above are the remnants of killing intent, obsessions, and the lingering desires of those slaughtered by these countless swords.”

“In this world of pure swords, they are slowly being driven out, finding no place to exist.”

Li Fan circulated the Reverse Five Elements Creation-Destruction Sword, disguising himself as a sword, remaining completely still as he observed his surroundings.

“If there are no external disturbances, under the imperceptible influence of the [Sword], the thousands of swords in this sword graveyard might truly shed their physical forms and become conceptual existences.”

A flicker of astonishment flashed in Li Fan’s eyes.

“What is this, ‘one person attains the Dao, and even their chickens and dogs ascend to the heavens’?”

“As expected of an existence enlightened by Mr. Bai.”

Thinking this, Li Fan finally took his first step forward.

In the next instant, his expression shifted slightly.

Because at that very moment, the thousands of swords around him simultaneously released their sword intent—

They seemed displeased with his “cutting in line.”

Through his perception, these outwardly decayed swords finally revealed their true, dazzling forms.

Some had crimson blades, blazing like scarlet flames.

Some radiated a misty sword aura, as ethereal as the azure sky.

Some were pitch black, exuding an overwhelming stench of blood.

Some gleamed with golden light, entwined with thunder, emanating a divine and awe-inspiring majesty…

Even though these were merely the outermost swords of the graveyard, after thousands of years of refinement by the true intent of the [Sword], they had long surpassed the realm of mere mortal weapons.

Each of them could be considered a supreme Treasure of Humanity!

Li Fan let out a cold snort, unleashing his Reverse Five Elements Creation-Destruction Sword Intent in an explosive burst.

Despite being struck by countless sword intents, he took another step forward.

This time, he provoked even more swords.

In an instant, his body was covered in countless sword wounds, fresh blood streaming down.

Even his very soul seemed to be slashed by the sword auras, faintly throbbing in pain.

“I cannot fight back—I can only endure silently.”

“Otherwise, I will be regarded as an enemy by all the swords in this graveyard, and they will swarm to attack me.”

“Even that wooden sword at the center might take action.”

Realizing this, Li Fan temporarily withdrew from his Soul-Ignition State.

He fully activated the Limitless Fullness and Emptiness Technique, striding forward with large steps.

For a moment, he truly understood what it meant to be pierced by ten thousand swords.

His body was already riddled with wounds. Even with the power of the Five Elements Cave-Heaven constantly regenerating him, he could barely maintain his human form.

Though his soul, after suffering heavy damage, rapidly healed, the excruciating pain was unavoidable.

“This is why Shuo Feng had it so easy.”

“He didn’t even have to worry about these ten thousand swords attacking him. With the golden armor bestowed by his mother, he simply strolled into the very heart of the graveyard as if it were a leisurely walk.”

In the midst of his suffering, Li Fan recalled Shuo Feng’s description and couldn’t help but sigh.

Despite his complaints, in truth, the combined force of the swords in this graveyard still failed to stop him in the slightest.

In no more than half a day, Li Fan had already arrived steadily at the very center of the Sword Tomb.