My Simulated Road to Immortality-Chapter 2353 - 1756: All Holy Spirits Fall into the Net
Without any wasted words, Suo unleashed his Divine Technique the moment he sensed Li Fan.
As if leaving the Immortal World of Tai Chu, he entered into the vast net Suo had woven for countless years.
Countless threads and shadows intertwined across dimensions. On it lay countless remains, millions of resentful souls crying out in agony, all rushing towards Li Fan. Numerous hands reached out, attempting to pull Li Fan into their midst.
Those that could remain under Suo’s devouring hold considerable power as resentful souls. In the Mountain Sea of later ages, they might possess transcendent strength to cross Dao Yan. Yet, in this Immortal World of Tai Chu, they were merely a meal for All Saints.
Millions of transcendent resentful souls attacked simultaneously, causing even the Saints of the Immortal World of Tai Chu to be momentarily dazed.
Within the net, Li Fan stood as if frozen. Facing the attacks of countless resentful souls, he neither dodged nor flinched, seemingly giving up resistance.
Suo was not pleased but astonished.
Clearly, prey had lost the strength to struggle, yet he felt a dangerous sensation of being targeted.
The countless tentacles of Suo’s net continued to entangle Li Fan.
But the master of Suo’s net had already escaped silently.
Li Fan was not in a hurry to chase him; in the Great Dao True Hall, his name was recorded, and there was no way for Suo to escape the Mountain and Sea Void Realm.
"This net is quite good, suitable for my use."
Li Fan’s eyes flashed with cold light, and wherever he came into contact with Suo’s net and resentful souls, a face emerged.
With a sinister grin, he mercilessly devoured the other side.
In an instant, the roles reversed.
Suo, who had spent his lifetime weaving this vast net, seemed to have had its ownership overturned in a flash.
A streak of flowing light passed by, and wherever the enchanting radiance reached, Suo’s minions turned into Li Fan’s followers.
Within moments, Li Fan had already taken control of most of Suo’s net.
And at this time, Suo unexpectedly returned!
"You actually know the Great Dao of [Suo]?"
"No wonder you could easily accept my woven net."
Suo’s eerie voices came from all directions, making it hard to pinpoint the exact location.
Upon hearing the voice of the former master, the countless resentful souls within Suo’s net first experienced instinctual fear, then showed signs of breaking free from Li Fan’s control.
"Ignorant and greedy fool! Could my creation be so easily taken away?"
Li Fan flipped his hand and suppressed the disturbances of Suo’s net, squinting as he looked outside, yet Suo was nowhere to be seen.
However, he acutely sensed an impending crisis.
"This is..."
Amidst the entangling net, Li Fan was jolted violently.
A familiar feeling emerged from the resentful souls within the net and from Li Fan himself.
It was as if they were currently trapped in another, larger net of Suo!
"So it turns out. The surface net is just a trap."
Compared to Suo’s bait net, the threads of the true net are formless and shapeless.
In an instant, it tightly bound the prey within the net.
Outside the darkness, an eye like a rising red sun appeared slowly.
Indifferent to the extreme, staring at Li Fan.
It was like looking at prey it was certain to catch.
From countless directions, forces of pulling came, tightening evermore, making it extremely difficult to escape.
The bait net occupied by Li Fan was easily shattered.
And Li Fan seemed to be inescapably caught.
If Li Fan were an ordinary Saint, under such circumstances, he would indeed face a perilous death.
But...
Compared to the terrifying scene of a Lone Star descending and swallowing everything, Suo’s momentum was utterly lacking in intimidation.
"No matter how many nets you weave, it is of no use."
"Those meant to die will ultimately perish."
Firmly ensnared by the formless net, Li Fan’s expression remained ever calm.
With one step forward, he seemed to disregard all constraints of the threads, walking out of the net into empty space.
"Trying to escape?"
Li Fan’s gaze intensified, lightly stepping down.
Like ripples spreading, a replica of Suo’s net emerged from Li Fan’s toes.
It expanded quickly, then enveloped the original net.
Li Fan reached out, grabbing into the void.
A figure was pulled out in embarrassment by him.
Countless threads, dancing like dragons, immediately enveloped the figure tightly.
"How could this be!"
Even after being captured by Li Fan, Suo remained in disbelief. No matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn’t fathom how Li Fan managed to turn the battlefield dynamics so quickly.
Of course, Li Fan did not intend to explain to him.
With slender fingers, he pressed down across the air.
The True Yet False Path was activated in an instant.
Instead of directly erasing Suo’s existence, he absorbed and comprehended the essence of Suo’s Dao Path simultaneously.
On the Great Dao True Hall, Suo’s symbol gradually became clearer.
Meanwhile in reality, the time condensed on Suo became increasingly dim.
The Primordial Saint Path of the Immortal World of Tai Chu.
It was the painstakingly forged Mountain Sea Path of All Saints, a residue not fully assimilated by Mountain Sea Divine Split.
Even with Li Fan’s past memory and experience, it was not something he could fully master in a short period.
Luckily, within this self-contained Heaven and Earth, the flow of time had no significant practical meaning.
Suo was deeply bound within the net, unable to move or struggle.
He could only allow Li Fan to absorb and comprehend.
Unknown years passed, and the light and shadow condensed like outerwear on Suo’s body faded completely. This Primordial Saint now showed his true form before Li Fan.
He had the body of a spider with a human face, his tentacles resembling human arms.
On his body were thousands of tiny eyes, all fixed on Li Fan.
With his eyes filled with hatred, etched deeply into his bones.
Li Fan looked into one of Suo’s eyes.
Like the extinguished flame, the eye silently vanished.
As Li Fan’s gaze shifted, the eyes on Suo’s closed body also gradually diminished.
The pace of extinguishing was steady and determined.
Initially, Suo could still stare back furiously.
But when only ninety-some eyes were left, Suo’s body trembled slightly.
Finally, he averted his gaze.
"Even ants crave life; thus, why wouldn’t a Mountain Sea Saint?"
"Lowering your head to me is not disgraceful."
Li Fan did not mock him verbally but said indifferently.
"You have two choices. First, perish and disappear entirely, leaving no traces in the Mountain Sea."
"Second..."
"As a Holy Spirit within the net, you may lose freedom, but perhaps have opportunities in the future."
"Holy Spirit within the net?" Hearing Li Fan’s words, Suo was momentarily stunned.
Then he saw that the net binding him suddenly revealed its true form.
Compared to the formless net he meticulously wove, the replica net crafted by Li Fan was vibrant, radiating brilliance.
As if embodying the Mountain Sea Path, it was full of infinite vitality.
Suo knew clearly that this was not his illusion.
Indeed, this net seemed to encompass mountains and seas!
Only then did Suo understand the insurmountable chasm between him and Li Fan.
"Although both possess the Realm of the Saint. But the foundation..."
"Where does it come from?"
In the Immortal World of Tai Chu, all opponents were intimately familiar with each other.
There was absolutely no one like Li Fan.
While pondering, the sensation of emptiness from various parts of the body interrupted Suo’s thoughts.
