722 - My Longevity Simulation

**Chapter 722: The Explosive Relic of Huang Fu** However, things did not go as planned. After Li Fan and his companions explored the entirety of this mysterious domain without finding an exit, they were forced to return to the black spherical object. "It seems if we want to get out, we'll have to figure something out with this thing," Huang Fu Song said with a grim expression. "Could the exit be inside this thing?" Dongfang Yao shivered at the thought. "What exactly is this black sphere? Do either of you, with your vast knowledge, have any idea?" Li Fan asked, after staring at it for a long while. "There are things that cannot be sensed by divine consciousness that I am aware of. But clearly, this doesn’t match any of those," Dongfang and Huang Fu both looked perplexed. After another brief silence, the black light on Li Fan's forehead gradually dimmed; the energy had exhausted. "We can't just sit around doing nothing. Let's test its reality," Li Fan said, replacing the symbol on his forehead with a new talisman. He first flew toward the tendril protruding from the black sphere and touched it lightly. It was like a mirage; his hand passed through without resistance. "It feels like it's not even there. Yet, how could it ensnare the True Ship of Puxian?" The three exchanged puzzled glances. After a moment's hesitation, Li Fan shielded his body and flew directly towards the massive black sphere. Huang Fu and Dongfang hesitated briefly before immediately following him. The large mass of writhing black viscous substance filled their entire field of vision, bringing an immense sense of oppression. Suppressing their inner turmoil, the three pushed through the uncomfortable sensation, "drilling" into the interior of the black sphere. Though they couldn't touch these black substances with their divine consciousness or their bodies, once enveloped, they experienced a strange sensation. It felt as if their bodies were covered by cold, slimy crawlers—wet and revolting. Fortunately, apart from this overwhelming "feeling," the sticky black substance seemed to pose no other danger. The three moved forward gingerly, as if treading through a muddy swamp, inching closer to the central region. They didn't know how much time had passed when a slight change appeared in the vast black sea around them. Ahead, something seemed to faintly glow. "Quick! The exit must be up ahead!" Huang Fu Song transmitted excitedly through his divine consciousness. As Li Fan and Dongfang Yao were about to respond, the previously calm black sea suddenly began to churn violently. The black viscous material came alive, surging madly towards Huang Fu Song. Though they should have remained intangible, these substances suddenly found a release point. They began pouring into Huang Fu Song's body through his seven orifices. "Mmm..." Huang Fu's face twisted in horror, his body swelling like a balloon. "Help me!" Unable to utter a sound, Huang Fu Song desperately reached out to his companions through his divine consciousness. Ironically, this only accelerated the speed at which the black material flowed. Huang Fu's face contorted in agony. Talismans and artifacts emerged from his body; he even deployed the Separation Disc, forming a protective barrier. But... It was all in vain! In a flash, he had swelled to over ten times his original size. Boom! Under Li Fan and Dongfang Yao's horrified gaze, he burst apart! There were no flying chunks of flesh, only a mass of black viscous substance sprayed outward. Typically, a Nascent Soul cultivator can resurrect instantly if their physical body is destroyed, provided their celestial haven remains intact. Yet, to their dread, this failed to occur. After a moment, instead of Huang Fu Song's body reforming, a tiny mote of light sped away, its destination unknown. "Is he... dead?" Li Fan stood frozen in shock. "Huang Fu!" Dongfang Yao's eyes widened with grief as he surged forward, hoping to discover any trace of Huang Fu Song. All that remained were the treasures Huang Fu had carried: the Measuring Heaven's Mirror, the Separation Disc. Not even a single hair was left behind. Recalling the sudden events in his mind, a theory struck Li Fan. Could these black viscous substances be... Materialized consciousness! Shuddering at the thought, Li Fan shouted, "Brother Dongfang, remember, do not let your divine consciousness leave your body! Communicate with words only!" Dongfang Yao quickly grasped the situation and turned pale. Li Fan quickly gathered Huang Fu Song's relics and said in a low voice, "We can't stay here any longer, let's go!" He grabbed Dongfang Yao and flew towards the core of the black sphere. Outside the black sphere, the divine consciousness was more dispersed. Thus, even when they probed it with their consciousness, it did not elicit much reaction. However, inside, the concentration of divine consciousness had reached a terrifying intensity. When Huang Fu recklessly communicated with his consciousness, it was like striking a hornet’s nest, channeling the collective consciousness directly into his sea of consciousness. Even with the resilience of a Nascent Soul cultivator's soul, he couldn’t withstand such an overwhelming rush of consciousness. He was destroyed instantly, his soul shattered completely! As Dongfang Yao was both grief-stricken and frightened at the thought that it could have easily been him... Li Fan and Dongfang Yao pierced through the most luminous layer at the center, entering a relatively sparse internal space. Here, while there was no tangible formation of black consciousness, there floated countless transparent faces. Joy, anger, sorrow, fear. Endless faces with varying expressions, but all lacking eyes. They drifted like a school of fish, endlessly roaming. Dongfang Yao was startled, dodging away from the floating faces. Li Fan, however, reached out and absorbed one. Moments later, a hazy image emerged in his mind. Moans and wails echoed from all around. Under a blood-red sky, the shadow of death quickly devoured all living beings in its path. Yet, as if blindfolded, these scenes provided only a rough outline. When the shadow reached them, darkness engulfed his vision, and the images suddenly shattered. After meditating on it, Li Fan was unsure if his soul and consciousness had grown stronger. But the vanished face seemed to alert the other entities present. They suddenly became restless, their pace quickening. After a moment of contemplation, he decided not to act rashly again. "Let's go!" With Dongfang Yao, Li Fan headed towards the brightest spot in the upper area of the space, finding the exit to the mysterious domain. After a brief moment of disorientation, the two emerged from the realm. "Huang Fu!" It was only then that Dongfang Yao reacted, crying out in profound sorrow.