The Sims: I Open the Immortal Path for All Beings

Chapter 890: Chapter 840: Life Simulation—Longevity Path?

This life simulation, according to the description of the Life Simulator at first, was not merely a simulation of the future, but also an experience of the operating trajectory of different lives through the reincarnation of a bit of Pei Xuanjing’s True Spirit, maintaining his memory indelibly.

However, no matter what, the essence of Pei Xuanjing’s life, even after the cycle of reincarnation, remained unchanged; his characteristic of being an undying and immortal True Immortal still existed.

“To be an Immortal? To follow the Path of Longevity? I never imagined I would have such an opportunity,” Pei Xuanjing’s currently somewhat youthful face revealed a special smile.

After arriving in this world and understanding his own situation, Pei Xuanjing was quite satisfied with his current circumstances.

Having a long life, without the worry of lifespan, he could cultivate at ease. This was the method of cultivation so many sought after.

To tell the truth, although Pei Xuanjing had walked this path with resolute slaughters that left behind an endless reputation, this was not actually his wish. If he could choose, what Pei Xuanjing would want most was to recite the Huang Ting Sutra in solitude.

Therefore, this life simulation experience of Pei Xuanjing’s reincarnation to this one-sided world, no matter the final gain, was a precious experience for him.

In this heaven and earth, Pei Xuanjing’s identity was that of the Seventh Prince of the Dahong Dynasty. Although he was just a prince born of a concubine, with his mother consort having passed away early, being a prince meant he still didn’t lack any necessities, especially since he was not involved in the competition for the throne.

Indeed, within the royal family, a prince born of a concubine without the support of maternal clan forces had no qualifications to participate in the struggle for the throne, but this situation also provided protection. Especially in the eyes of other competitors for the throne, being considered harmless, he would not be targeted.

As for the idea that, due to his early departed mother consort, he suffered targeting by servile servants looking to curry favor, such things did not happen to Pei Xuanjing. After all, he was a prince, and his status was not something that servants could afford to neglect.

In the absence of other princes and consorts’ deliberate instigation, no servant would dare to target a prince out of line, and Pei Xuanjing, who posed no threat, was not only not a target, but on the contrary, often received care from other princes. They did so to display a facade of fraternal respect and show off their magnanimity.

Regarding this situation, Pei Xuanjing certainly did not refuse the arrivals. He was heartily living a peaceful life, found a reason to reside in the Taixuan Temple, detached from worldly affairs, daily comprehending and reflecting upon the Tao, and the more he did so, the more frequent the other princes’ gestures of goodwill became.

While residing in the Taixuan Temple, watching from afar the many princes contending within the entire Tiandu was like a worldly trial for the heart for Pei Xuanjing. It at least allowed his divinity, which had been increasing as he ascended to True Immortal on the Dao of Spirit Immortals, to be suppressed, adding a bit more of a human touch.

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Coming to this world, Pei Xuanjing sought nothing like dominating the world or restructuring the universe. He only wished to be a quiet Taoist, peacefully cultivating, unraveling Taoist skills, and embodying life.

“There’s still some time, waiting for this body to reach twenty years of age, then I can leave this land of strife and return to my fief.” A smile spread across Pei Xuanjing’s face.

The Royal Capital was as splendid as a blooming garden, a place countless people yearned for, even many cultivators were drawn to it, but to Pei Xuanjing, it was nothing special; he had seen even more bustling places than this.

He was waiting, waiting for this body to reach the age of twenty and undergo the capping ceremony, after which he could return to his fief. Although the fief granted to a prince born of a concubine would not be large, to ordinary people or many independent practitioners, it was unimaginably rich.

And within his fief, even if Pei Xuanjing could not intervene in local governance, his high status and identity meant that, without touching on taboos, no one could restrain him. Was this not a carefree life?

The Emperor of the Dahong Dynasty was getting on in years, with the princes eyeing the throne covetously, each gathering their own forces. This Seventh Prince, however, wholeheartedly pursued cultivation, undoubtedly drawing many sideways glances. But after the various parties investigated and found this prince indeed never meddled in worldly affairs, they each backed down and no longer paid him special attention.

However, sometimes, the unfolding of many events does not change according to one’s will; even if Pei Xuanjing could be considered immortal, he did not demonstrate mighty power in this world nor gather forces. Instead, he let things take their course, so many significant happenings in this world proceeded just as they had originally, and for the time being did not deviate due to the fluttering of this butterfly who came through reincarnation simulation.

When Pei Xuanjing appeared in this world, he realized that it was not the least bit inferior to the Daming World he ascended after. Although there were no True Immortals like Pei Xuanjing and others, there indeed existed beings similar to the former Supreme Strong.

Moreover, although this world was powerful and home to cultivators, its development was starkly different from that of the Daming World because in this world, the Immortal Path was on the decline, and Martial Arts flourished. Cultivator warriors had immense strength, capable of obtaining power comparable to the Supreme Strong in a short time, yet their lifespans were brief; the strongest among them did not live beyond five hundred years, which was merely the lifespan of those who had just stepped into the Spirit Realm in the Daming World.

When Pei Xuanjing first received this news, he was deeply shocked. Logically speaking, the stronger one was, the longer the lifespan should be. The powerhouses of this world were formidable, but their lifespans were short, which was undoubtedly somewhat abnormal. However, Pei Xuanjing had yet to investigate the reason behind this.

And this world was not like the Daming World where many forces and ancient countries coexisted—it was instead a pattern where the flourishing Martial Arts of a dynasty suppressed the entire world, with several dynasties vying for supremacy. Even if the strength of the various sects was formidable, transcending the mundane, they could not influence the world pattern.

At that time, the Emperor of the Dahong Dynasty was nearing death. Besides the internal struggle among the many princes, the other dynasties were also eyeing the throne eagerly, and sects wanted to intervene to replace them.

Many powerhouses gathered in Tiandu, each choosing to support a prince to vie for the inheritance, and Tiandu was now an assembly of wind and rain, with dragons and snakes mixed together. Powerhouses and heroes, enemy spies, and covert sect members, each with their own identities and intentions, remained uncertain until the last moment of their true plans.

In such circumstances, even if Pei Xuanjing stayed out of worldly affairs, living simply within the Taixuan Temple, it was inevitable that some would harbor thoughts and turn their attention toward Pei Xuanjing.

One must understand that among heaven and earth there are always people who regard themselves as superior, transcending the ordinary. They see themselves as the chess players, treating all beings under heaven as chess pieces, manipulating others’ fates to fulfill their own destiny.

Unfortunately for them, they had encountered Pei Xuanjing.