My Longevity Simulation

Chapter 309: Ink Death Encounters an Enemy

Above the sky, endless crimson clouds suddenly appeared.

In just a moment, they had enveloped the entire Cong Yun Sea.

"Crimson Flame Immortal Sage Zhang Zhiliang cultivated for six hundred and eighty-three years. He established his foundation with the Heavenly Treasure Sleepless Child, and achieved Golden Core with the Infinity Law."

"He seized the One-Eyed Heavenly Domain and achieved Nascent Soul."

"He sacrificed the Crimson Flame Heavenly Spirit and integrated the Dao with his body."

"Fortunately, he was executed by heaven, and his Dao was destroyed and returned to heaven!"

...

Against the backdrop of the fallen Immortal Sage, an ink-black figure quietly appeared.

Zhang Zhiliang's corpse turned into a drop of thick ink and wriggled back into its hands.

Then, its gaze turned towards the Cong Yun Sea below.

At this moment, all the cultivators in the Cong Yun Sea who saw this scene were stunned.

Then an unstoppable fear arose from their hearts.

It caused their bodies to tremble, and their souls to shudder.

"The Heavenly Spirit, Ink Death!"

For some reason, another Heavenly Spirit suddenly descended.

With just one strike, it erased Zhang Zhiliang, who had already succeeded in integrating the Dao.

It seemed that it was not satisfied and targeted all the living beings in the Cong Yun Sea!

Ink Death lightly pointed towards the nearby space.

"Tian Yang..."

Tian Yang, who managed to escape with his life under the Purple Heaven Royal Thunder of Zhang Qianmo, barely uttered his last words before he was swallowed up by the thick ink.

Once again, there was a death announcement in the sky.

However, countless black particles emerged from Ink Death.

These black particles jumped and fluttered as they surged into the sky, obscuring the heavens.

True darkness descended.

The black particles continued to proliferate, like a huge black curtain, shrouding the entire Cong Yun Sea.

They then pressed down towards the ground, devouring everything.

This scene was too horrifying, and the cultivators on Ten Thousand Immortals Island showed their ugly faces under extreme fear.

Similar to the previous world-ending event caused by Ink Death, some completely lost the courage to resist, sitting paralyzed on the ground, waiting for death in despair.

Some were filled with resentment, and like moths to a flame, they constantly launched attacks towards the ink, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

Some cried and laughed, seemingly driven insane by the sight.

"What must come will come."

Li Fan stood out among the crowd of cultivators.

He eagerly and greedily watched the scene of Ink Death corroding everything, unwilling to miss even a bit.

All spells and techniques were useless against the black particles, and there was only one outcome: being devoured and assimilated.

Life, spiritual energy, matter...

They all became nutrients for its proliferation.

"Truly terrifying..."

Seeing Ink Death act again, Li Fan was still shocked by its methods.

"If I could achieve Golden Core with the Law of Ink Death, my killing power would not be weaker than anyone else in the world." Li Fan secretly said in his heart.

Concentrating on the sky where the black particles were continuously pressing down, Li Fan's expression was obsessed.

Just as Li Fan was immersed in enlightenment, another figure was flying ecstatically on Ten Thousand Immortals Island, using a Seven-Colored Recording Stone to record the scene of the world's end.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Originally I thought that the execution of the Crimson Flame by the True Monarchs was the calamity, but unexpectedly, there was something even bigger behind!"

"Ink Death descends, annihilating everything!"

"This exclusive and rare footage can make me another small fortune!"

...

Muttering to himself, Jiao Xiuyuan was extremely excited, his eyebrows dancing wildly.

Suddenly, his flying body came to a sudden stop.

Looking in the direction of Li Fan, he exclaimed in shock, "Fellow Daoist Fan Lin, why are you still here?"

Li Fan woke up from his enlightenment and looked towards Jiao Xiuyuan, smiling slightly and cupping his hands in greeting.

Then he focused again on the black particles in the sky.

Following Li Fan's gaze, Jiao Xiuyuan saw only the endless black particles that annihilated everything.

He turned back to look at Li Fan, carefully examining his expression.

Suddenly enlightened, he exclaimed in astonishment, "Are you also a puppet?"

"No, not a puppet. A clone?"

His eyes narrowed, recalling the various things that had happened since he had contacted this Fan Lin, and an inexplicable expression appeared on his face.

"Interesting. I didn't expect that I, Jiao Xiuyuan, would be deceived one day."

"It seems that this person's true identity is not simple at all..."

Just then, a strange sound interrupted his thoughts.

Following the direction of the sound, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"What's that?"

Li Fan, also attracted by this sound, looked up and saw continuous loud rumbling coming from the sky, which was already surrounded by endless black particles.

It was as if something was ceaselessly stirring in the ink-colored ocean, making these black particles even more active and turbulent.

"That direction is..."

Li Fan squinted his eyes, and pondered for a moment, somewhat uncertain.

"The Cloud Water Heavenly Palace?"

The disturbance continued.

And the rumbling grew louder and louder.

It seemed like something was rapidly approaching under this black curtain.

A thin line cut through the black ocean, accompanied by a whistling sound, and suddenly appeared above the Ten Thousand Immortals Island.

The surrounding black particles were restless, wanting to engulf this arrogant intruder.

However, the twisted darkness around the thin line formed an extremely solid barrier, preventing the black particles, which could swallow everything, from advancing.

"It can actually resist the erosion of Ink Death? What is this?"

Li Fan was shaken, looking towards the thin line that had suddenly appeared.

"Heavenly Calamity Sword?"

In the midst of Li Fan's astonishment, a pitch-black sword exuding a murderous aura revealed its face.

The tip of the sword pointed straight ahead, and substantial killing intent gushed out, forcing all the black particles around it to retreat.

In the direction the Heavenly Calamity Sword was pointing, black particles surged, and Ink Death reappeared.

It stared at the Heavenly Calamity Sword ahead with what seemed to be a grave expression.

"What kind of treasure is this? It can actually compete with Ink Death?"

Jiao Xiuyuan exclaimed in shock.

Li Fan was even more shaken, but also inexplicably excited.

"Ink Death and Heavenly Calamity, who will prevail in the end?"

Carefully observing these two figures, they seemed to be extremely similar, yet fundamentally different.

Ink Death was a pure ink-black, with a profound ability to devour everything.

While the Heavenly Calamity Sword was a twisted and chaotic black, carrying extreme madness and destruction.

The two confronted each other, and the battle was about to begin.

However, Ink Death suddenly glanced down at the Ten Thousand Immortals Island.

Countless black particles trembled instantly, and another figure, exactly like Ink Death, suddenly appeared.

Turning into a thin line, it easily shattered the protection of the Seven-Colored Immortal-Felling Formation.

Leading the ink-colored ocean, it eroded everything on the island.

"This is..."

Li Fan was somewhat stunned.

He didn't expect that in such a critical situation, Ink Death would still not forget to carry out its own duty.

The sky gradually pressed down, and the figures of Ink Death and Heavenly Calamity gradually disappeared into the black ocean.

Only the black particles, which rose and fell like waves from time to time, spoke of the horror of the battle above.

Li Fan felt extremely regretful in his heart.

"I actually can't witness the scene of these two battling it out. What a pity."