My Simulated Road to Immortality

Chapter 1580: Chapter 1351

At the beginning, the three of them would occasionally exchange insights on completing tasks.

But gradually, they discovered that all speculations and assumptions were utterly meaningless.

The three straw men, as if existing independently outside the world.

Only thunderstorms from above the sky could interact with them.

Beyond that, everything in the mortal world seemed as if they couldn’t see their existence.

Birds, beasts, and insects flew by without stopping.

Even the world’s dust wouldn’t settle on them.

Therefore, the three became gradually silent.

Powerlessly lying down, watching the world change.

Sunrise and sunset, the passage of time.

It was as if the fast-forward button was pressed, days passed by rapidly.

The mountain peaks where the three resided gradually became sharp and slender due to erosion from rain and sandstorms.

The originally towering and full mountains slowly left only sharp lonely peaks standing independently.

Standing abruptly between heaven and earth.

The surrounding terrain of the mountain peaks also transformed from continuous Qing mountains into magnificent canyons with thousands of ditches and ravines.

The transformation of the Ocean from fields to seas, only the black stones where Sun Erlang and his companions lay remained unchanged eternally.

In the wind and rain, the three’s thoughts were also washed away by the Force of Time, becoming somewhat decayed and vague.

They even slowly began to lose their reactivity to the events of the outside world.

If this continued, one day the consciousness of the three might completely dissipate.

Just when they were about to completely sink.

A majestic, holy figure suddenly burst into thousands of glimmers, emerging from their Spirit Consciousness.

Seemingly taller than heaven and earth, blocking all the corrosive weather.

“Holy Master…”

Although the memory was already vague.

But these two words seemed to be engraved in the depths of the soul, emerging instinctively.

“Holy Master, Holy Master, Holy Master.” The three repeated these words incessantly, as if spellbound.

Like a gushing spring, memories of yesteryears re-emerged in their dried-up minds.

“Ah!!” The three were as if in a nightmare, then suddenly startled awake.

Knowing that it was the Holy Master who had saved their lives from the unknown.

But if they couldn’t find a way to break free, they were likely to end up drowning. Thus seizing this rare moment of clarity, the three began to discuss incessantly.

During the exchange, they were somewhat surprised to find that it seemed as though they had truly undergone eons of tempering. Their temperaments had become much more composed. Even in the face of crisis, they no longer panicked as before.

“The dream realm challenge, definitely not a dead end. When the mountain peak under us finally breaks due to erosion from rain and sand, and the black stone falls, perhaps that will bring liberation. Just need to endure till that moment to complete the task.” The three finally came to such a conclusion.

And with this as their final belief, they gritted their teeth and persevered.

Countless years passed, the figure of the Holy Master in their minds had already become barely visible. Only the continuously repeated obsession became the reason for their endurance.

That day.

The mountain had “thinned” to its limit, only a thin pillar of stone supported the mountain body.

No longer able to withstand the weight of the black stone at the top.

After a breeze, it collapsed thunderously.

As the three straw men fell from the mountain peak into the Mortal Realm, in their eyes, the world seemed to have fallen into a standstill.

The clear sky suddenly turned dark as if covered by a thin black membrane.

A huge black bird’s beak pierced the sky, coming from beyond the heavens.

Just half a bird’s head was almost larger than the whole world.

The sharp eyes of the bird occupying the sky slightly rotated, locking onto the three falling straw men.

Sun Erlang and his companions, from the eyes of this indescribably huge ferocious bird, saw a content expression.

A terrifying bird cry, the world began to crumble bit by bit.

In the meantime, from the three straw men, three orbs of light respectively flew out from the positions of their foreheads, hearts, and abdomens.

Gently ascending, flying towards the ferocious bird.

The consciousness still remaining in the straw men, Sun Erlang and his companions, faintly saw from these three orbs of light, scenes of time passing and landscapes transforming.

Bang!

Subsequently, the world fell into endless darkness.

Even the monitoring Imitation Heavenly Pattern could not be certain how much time had really passed.

The consciousness of Sun Erlang and his companions was restored.

They had successfully escaped from the dream realm.

Not only were they unharmed, but they even gained a Divine Technique called [Epochal View of Mountains and Rivers].

Transforming into those mountain peak straw men, time seemed to fall into a state of static flow within themselves. Then observed the world changing, years passing like a shuttle.

Somewhat similar to when Li Fan transformed into the Ocean Pearl and observed the transformation of Heaven and Earth from fields to seas.

However, the powerful aspect of this [Epochal View of Mountains and Rivers] is that after activating the Divine Technique, one’s lifespan is almost in a frozen state.

Even if eons pass in the outside world, the impact on oneself is almost negligible.

Of course, this is just a theoretical explanation prompted by the dream realm.

As for whether this Divine Technique is really effective…

Sun Erlang and his companions have not yet planned to try it.

After completing all the three, also the boundary of dream realms, the environment they were in finally changed again.

It was still within the Province of the Autumn Stream under the Five Elders Organization.

However, unlike the sparsely populated state before, this Province of the Autumn Stream was bustling with noise.

Not only were there Cultivator figures everywhere in the city, but even the originally desolate wilderness suddenly sprouted countless buildings.

And these buildings seemed to have Cultivators living in them.

The changes weren’t just occurring in the external world.

It also happened within Sun Erlang and his companions themselves.

“Sun Erlang, Golden Core Perfection, number of deaths: 1.”