My Simulated Road to Immortality

“Coming, coming.” Han Yi, who had been talking to himself, jumped in fright and reluctantly handed over a storage ring.

“Two thousand lower-grade spiritual stones are all in there,” Han Yi said, feeling the pinch.

“Alright, follow me.” Li Chenfeng, who had seen countless contributions, had grown somewhat disdainful of these marginally lower totals.

Nonetheless, even a mosquito’s bite has some value, thought Li Chenfeng as he put away the storage ring with a dismissive smirk.

He then led Han Yi to the Foundation Establishment Master.

Seeing the towering figure of the Foundation Establishment Master, teaching with the gravity and dignity of an immortal, Han Yi was filled with excitement.

Not daring to interrupt, he carefully found a place to sit down to listen carefully to the Master’s teachings.

Although he found it a bit abstract, he was extremely focused and did not dare to miss a word.

After the master’s long exhortation, Han Yi, like the other students, closed his eyes and began to try to establish his base just like them.

Everyone on the island had no idea that the moment Han Yi set foot on the island, a watchful gaze had crossed over from half the Misthaven Ocean to land on him.

“My dear Daoist Han, I’ve been waiting for quite some time.”

Through the Heavenly-Earthly view locked onto Li Chenfeng, Li Fan observed Han Yi attentively, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

“All this time?”

“After breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Stage, I will control my own fate, not be at the mercy of destiny?”

Li Fan carefully pondered the meaning behind these two sentences from Han Yi.

He then thought about his own strange experiences in his previous life, sometimes refusing to follow the normal course of fate, sometimes having an ordinary destiny.

A bold speculation suddenly arose in Li Fan’s mind.

“Could it be that Han Yi can actually control his own fate? And after his base building, his control over his own destiny will have a qualitative transformation?”

In an instant, Li Fan thought of his journey in the Fallen Immortal Realm, where he had been reborn into Heavenly Mandate Mystic bird which has divine techniques.

“The similarities are so striking? This is interesting!”

Staring intensely at Han Yi, Li Fan saw through the Heavenly-Earthly View that a dark feather was slowly forming in his Dantian.

“This is…”

However he looked at it, the feather seemed so much like the one that had once grown on him.

“Even the Foundation Establishment Strange Object is the same. Looks like there’s a strong connection with the Heavenly Mandate Mystic bird indeed.”

Li Fan’s mind was filled with thoughts.

If his prior guess was correct, then Xu Ke was the founder of the Empire, and the holy mentor was the Azure Luan Bird from the past.

What baffled Li Fan was the fact that, according to Li Chenfeng’s memory, there were no traces of the Mystic Bird in the Empire.

Theoretically, the Heavenly Mandate Mystic Bird was even closer to Xu Ke.

It just didn’t make sense that the Azure Luan Bird that he picked up halfway through always stayed by his side, while the Mystic Bird that was his spirit beast had disappeared.

If he could figure out the source of Han Yi’s strange power, perhaps he would be able to track down the whereabouts of the Mystic Bird.

…

As time slowly passed and just as the [Feather of Mysterious Bird] within Han Yi’s Dantian was about to fully form…

“Ha ha ha! I’ve succeeded!”

A cultivator beside Han Yi suddenly stood up, shouting out loud.

Han Yi, who was focusing intensively, was inadvertently disturbed and the image of the black feather started to disperse again.

He frowns slightly.

It took him some effort to calm his mind and try to focus on building his base again.

Another cultivator in the courtyard had a successful foundation establishment, their aura fluctuating as they roared in victory.

“Today, I realise that I am me! Thank you, Master!”

The cultivator laughed heartily, paid respects towards Zhu Shaotang, and then departed with pride.

Han Yi frowned, his foundations shattering bit by bit.

“Ten years of hardship, only to succeed today. From now on, as wide as the Heaven and Earth may be, they are under my foot.” A cultivator, looking like a scholar, shook his head after reciting a poem, then left in an ethereal manner.

The image of the black feather, the Feather of the Mystic Bird, in Han Yi’s Dantian completely shattered.

“Enough is enough!”

With a violent surge of fury, Han Yi stood up abruptly, taking in his surroundings as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

He discovered, to his shock, that he was now the only one left in the small courtyard.

The Foundation Establishment Master looked at him with pity in his eyes, comforting him, “Don’t lose hope, young man. Although you failed this time, I can see that you’re not far from success.”

“I believe you’ll surely succeed in establishing your foundation next time.”

Han Yi spat out another mouthful of blood, his emotions running high at the words.

The Foundation Establishment Master gently offered him an elixir, saying, “The path of cultivation cannot be rushed. I think it’s best for you to take some time to heal and nourish your body.”

“Next time you come, I’ll only charge you one thousand contribution points!”

Han Yi opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him.

Despite his reluctance, there was nothing he could do when faced with the formidable strength of the Foundation Establishment Master.

He swallowed the elixir ferociously and hobbled away from the Foundation Establishment Island.

“Han Yi is really having the worst luck,” someone commented.

“It seems his time has not yet come to defy fate and change his fortune.”

With a glint in his eyes, Li Fan quietly left the Ten Thousand Immortals Island, seeking out Han Yi, who was targeted by the Formless Killing Machine.

Li Fan decided to directly use the soul-searching technique to uncover the secret Han Yi was hiding.

Upon leaving Foundation Establishment Island, Han Yi seemed to have taken a significant blow.

Without any objective or direction, he only blindly flew around.

By the time he came to his senses, he found himself in a strange ocean region.

“Damn it, I was so close again!”

“Freaking heavens!”

With no one around, Han Yi pointed at the sky, venting his anger freely.

Just then, the calm surface of the sea began to stir, causing large waves to ripple.

It seemed as if something was emerging from the depths of the sea.

Han Yi stared at the waters, his expression unclear.

After taking a quick survey of his surroundings, he dived into the water.

He kept descending, diving deeper into the seabed.

Finally, he discovered the source of the turmoil on the surface.

Unexpectedly, a large hole had appeared in the ruins at the bottom of the sea. Countless amounts of seawater were sucked into the hole, forming a giant vortex.

Han Yi stared at the vortex, his expression constantly shifting.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, ready to dive headfirst into the vortex.

But at that moment…

“Binding Worm!”

He seemed to hear a faint voice whispering in his ear.

Next, to his astonishment, Han Yi found he had completely lost control of his body, frozen in place!

A shadowy figure gradually appeared behind him, the dangerous aura emanating from it causing chill to creep down Han Yi’s spine.

The figure’s hand was about to land on Han Yi’s head.

Suddenly, several rays of golden light shot down from the sea surface above.

The target wasn’t Han Yi, but the shadow in front of him!

The golden light was powerful, forcing the shadow to dodge quickly.

“Master Li, we’ve had a hard time looking for you!”

Four black-clothed cultivators, who were also concealing their bodies, suddenly appeared, encircling them.