Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

【Extracting talent attributes...】

【"Sending Off on a Final Journey" (Gold)】

On the hard wooden bed, Wen Yu's eyes reflected a dazzling golden light, a result of his foresight and absolute control.

At this moment, I see the talent attribute that can be drawn to the gold level.

Surprises are still inevitable.

Let's look at the description of the talent attribute.

【"Sending Off on a Final Journey" (Gold)】

Sending off the departed on their final journey allows us to capture the traces of time and imbue them with a new life.

[Note 1: Only those who are like brothers, deeply loved, and share the same ideals can be regarded as old friends.]

[Note 2: This is a fragment of a person's long life, captured from the traces of time, and brought back to life.]

[Note 3: In reality, summoning a deceased friend has a one-year cooldown. In the simulation, each deceased friend can only be summoned once.]

[Currently available deceased relatives/friends to visit: Shang Qingdai, Pang Hai, Xu Hui, Lü Zhen, Zuo Shi.]

The rain was drizzling.

You sat before the grave, stunned for a moment after reading the description of the golden talent attribute you had drawn.

In the end, only a sigh escaped my lips.

[As expected of a gold-tier item.]

"A miraculous survival" allows you to manipulate life and death, avoiding a potentially fatal disaster.

[The act of "sending off the deceased on their final journey" involves manipulating time and cause and effect, capturing fragments of the deceased's life, and bringing them back to life.]

According to the introduction, the most basic application is summoning helpers.

If you were to unleash the "Celestial Ascension" technique right now, you could truly summon an celestial-level helper.

Imagine gently raising a hand, and then Pang Hai, Xu Hui, and Lü Zhen descend.

[If the captured timeframe is their peak moment, their combat power would be terrifying.]

[In the Battle of Xiangyang, Pang Hai, who had fallen seven realms and returned to mortal status, was defeated, revealing his "unyielding" spirit.]

[Reaching the summit, Xu Hui retrieved the 'brain' from the heavens, ascended to the Void Realm, and unleashed the Deceptive Strategy Sword.]

[And Lü Zhen, who has nurtured a sword spirit for decades and possesses the "Ten Thousand Lights" skill.]

Even if the immortal were to face a combined attack from these three...

[They'll probably start as idiots, then bewildered, and finally fall into despair and helplessness.]

[I managed to hold on until the end, and obtained the expected golden talent attribute, with an effect far more powerful than I had imagined.]

This simulation can almost be considered a perfect conclusion.

But a pent-up resentment and anger still simmer within you, which you've been unable to suppress. Now, it's about to erupt.

"Han Jing."

You pushed yourself up from the muddy ground.

"Mr. Wen."

Han Jing came to your side and helped you up.

You looked up and stared at his face; it was a dazzling gaze that captivated him.

"I want to go to the capital again..."

Han Jing frowned. He knew that although your plans were wildly imaginative and unbelievable, you were still fundamentally calm and rational.

He hesitated, then said, "The capital is a long way off. If I travel alone, I can get there in a short time. But if I take you with me, given your current physical condition..."

You understand what he means.

[Han Jing, as a powerful figure standing at the pinnacle, possesses different strengths and profound abilities compared to others at the same level.]

[Han Jing was born for the battlefield; he can teleport people through the air, but your body can't handle it.]

You glanced at Xu Kun, seeing his billowing black smoke, and realized you couldn't count on him.

Besides, even if Xu Kun could do it, he wouldn't be willing to help.

Bringing you to the capital now is like throwing a lamb to the slaughter. Faced with the capital's unfathomable depths, you'll only end up imprisoned.

And so, you look up at the Zhenwu Mountain, blurred by the rain and mist.

"Old Taoist!!!"

A clear, melodious sound echoed, startling the swirling rain.

[Sizzle...]

A faint arc of electricity flickered, and the old Taoist priest's unchanging figure appeared out of thin air.

Han Jing's pupils suddenly contracted.

Only after the old Taoist priest appeared did he belatedly realize his presence.

The next moment, he recognized the person's identity.

[The Celestial Master, Zhang Bingcheng.]

"You little brat, you're about to die, why aren't you making any preparations for your funeral? What are you doing making such a racket?"

The old Taoist priest smirked as he looked at the three of you.

One exuded murderous intent, another billowed black smoke, and the third had ominous red hair.

[They all looked unclean, making him wish for divine retribution and purification.]

"Old Taoist priest, do you have a way to get me into the capital?"

The old Taoist priest looked you up and down suspiciously, wondering why you, near death, would want to go to the capital.

"Yes, it is, but why should I help you?"

He scratched his face and looked up to the north: "Sending you there means accepting the consequences. Even though you look like you're about to die, what if you cause me any trouble..."

"Next time I'll be your apprentice, and then I'll repay you."

【"Hey!"】

The old Taoist priest chuckled and put his hand on his back.

"This is the first time I've ever seen someone eat and take things so brazenly, and act like it's their right."

"Should we help or not?"

You feel life gradually fading, and you can't help but urge on.

The old Taoist priest gazed intently into your eyes.

Suddenly, he laughed and said, "Fine, seeing how close you are to death, I'll grant your last wish."

"I've never been afraid of karma or anything like that. Even if you have the ability to tear down the imperial city, I can withstand it."

You blinked.

"Even if the imperial city were demolished, it could withstand the attack?"

【"Well……"】

The old Taoist priest froze, then bristled with wariness: "You red-haired old monster, you don't happen to have some hidden trump card, do you?"

"Hmph! My older brother's backup plan is an eight turned sideways."

The old Taoist priest couldn't understand Xu Kun's nonsensical ramblings.

But he had already said it, and he didn't want to be embarrassed.

[Raising his hand, he formed a hand seal; azure lightning formed intricate patterns etched into the void, tearing through endless darkness and leading to the imperial capital.]

"Go ahead."

You released Han Jing's hand and looked at Xu Kun, who was shrouded in billowing black smoke.

"Brother Two-Five, I'm leaving now. From this moment on, we'll be separated by the world."

[Xu Kun's billowing black smoke froze, falling silent.]

"You said that inner demons are invisible and traceless, can multiply infinitely, and cannot be killed. Before parting, can you part ways with your brother, who is being corrupted by your inner demons?"

"I'll take you to the capital, to broaden your horizons once more."

Xu Kun doesn't know why you're making this request.

However, inner demons still arise.

Black smoke seeped into your brow, easily invading your mind when you lowered your guard.

【"Huh?"】

Suddenly, he let out a surprised exclamation, realizing that his unpredictable and elusive inner demon techniques were completely ineffective against you.

You waved to him, then staggered into the passage the old Taoist had cleared.

[After you entered, the old Taoist calmed the countless talismans, his eyes flashing with lightning as he gazed at the heavens, as if piercing through distant boundaries to see what would happen to you.]

[Han Jing shattered the world's barrier with his fist, strolled in, and followed in your footsteps.]

Xu Kun stood frozen in place.

His inner demons manifested in countless forms, each one real and without any substantial difference.

[One and countless, countless and one, shared consciousness and memory, and all of the above.]

Therefore, since the clone cannot affect you, it's equivalent to him not being able to affect you.

[It turns out that all those calls of "Brother 2.5" over the years weren't out of fear of his own inner demons' treacherous attempts to cultivate relationships.]

Because the eldest brother can completely ignore his own methods...

Xu Kun gazed at the falling rain, his heart filled with complex emotions.

Finally, a resolute impulse rose within me.

[Clang!]

The sword's cry, aimed at slaying its master, resounded throughout heaven and earth.