Simulation Towards Immortality In A Group Chat

This place was isolated from the outer world. Even if they released the Guilt-Punishing Emperor here, the outer world would not be affected by his misterious powers.

All in all, dealing with such mysterious beings was not too difficult, as long as they had not fully developed their abilities and as long as one knew what those abilities were.

As various thoughts flashed through his mind, Wang Ping again set up layers of the Great Array to stabilize the space inside the Profound Turtle and protect it from any repercussions. Then he allowed the Profound Turtle to unseal the Emperor.

“Senior, remove the seal from him,” he said.

The Profound Turtle responded with a deep grunt and began working his magic.

Soon, the chains binding the Guilt-Punishing Emperor vanished.

As the chains disappeared, the Guilt-Punishing Emperor opened his blood-red eyes, showing a look of surprise and malice.

“Ha ha, Profound Turtle, it’s surprising that you would willingly set me free. Are you submitting to me?” he sneered.

“Submit?” The Profound Turtle sighed, “No, today is the day of your death. You will finally be free.”

Surprised, he turned his gaze to Wang Ping and the others.

Right after the seal was broken, he had just woken up and didn’t think much of Wang Ping being an Emperor. But it was clear now that the Profound Turtle was relying on something when he set him free.

Wang Ping isn’t just any Emperor.

Thinking this, he activated his abilities and channelled his Terrifying Skill, directing an attack at Wang Ping and the others.

“I’m sorry for this, senior Guilt-Punishing Emperor.”

Wang Ping scattered his attack with ease, then spoke these words.

Then, he unleashed his tremendous Mana, decreeing a Divine Skill even more potent than the Profound Turtle’s, forcefully suppressing the Guilt-Punishing Emperor. He left him without any ability to fight back and his inner power was sealed off.

“What kind of Divine Skill is this?”

He exclaimed in shock.

Even when sealed by the Profound Turtle, he could still use his immense power to challenge the seal. No one else could even approach him.

But now that he was sealed by Wang Ping, he found that all his power had been constricted and he couldn’t even make a move.

“Lin Yuanyuan, go!”

Wang Ping ignored his struggles and spoke to Lin Yuanyuan.

“And Cai, remember to support at any time.”

Then, Wang Ping turned to Cai Yonglong and spoke.

“Understood.” Both Lin Yuanyuan and Cai Yonglong nodded.

Next, Lin Yuanyuan ripped open her clothes and threw herself at the Guilt-Punishing Emperor, to the Profound Turtle’s utter confusion.

What the hell was this?

Weren’t they supposed to kill the Guilt-Punishing Emperor? What were they doing?

Even though the Profound Turtle had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and seen astonishing things, this scene left him stunned.

“Cough cough, Yuanyuan is still as fierce as ever.”

Seeing this, both Wang Ping and Cai Yonglong gave a big thumbs up.

Of course, the two of them felt that Lin Yuanyuan’s liberation came after the weird incident with the Pope of the Demon Cult.

Suddenly, the Guilt-Punishing Emperor, now possessed by the strange entity, let out a scream. His body shriveled up at a visible rate, as Lin Yuanyuan drained him dry.

The strange entity and the Guilt-Punishing Emperor were completely dead, while Lin Yuanyuan’s energy surged up tremendously, reaching the level of a Quasi-Immortal and not far from the Void Divine Realm.

“Gulp….”

An audible gulp sounded, and cold sweat broke out on the Profound Turtle’s gigantic head.

What kind of background did the companions of the Heaven Derivative Emperor have?

This ability was too terrifying.

She drained the Guilt-Punishing Emperor dry, absorbing all his cultivation.

Such a terrifying ability was unheard of. Even the most sinister Secret Skills of the Demon Cult couldn’t compare. It could be said that they weren’t fit to even carry Lin Yuanyuan’s shoes.

For a moment, the Profound Turtle even doubted whether Wang Ping had this kind of ability.

If he did, the Profound Turtle couldn’t figure out whether Wang Ping was truly of the righteous path or of the Evil Tao.

“You’re a Quasi-Immortal now, I’m so envious.”

Seeing Lin Yuanyuan’s joyful face, Cai Yonglong was filled with extreme envy.

Damn it, he had been stuck at the Profound Elixir Realm Great Perfection, and that was only because his master had poured power into him.

“What are you envious of? If you want to become stronger quickly, talk to Yuanyuan about it. Let her pour power into you. Then I’ll catch some powerful beings for her in the future. Won’t that form a virtuous cycle?”

Wang Ping rolled his eyes.

“Eh….” Cai Yonglong was speechless.

Good lord. Could they really do that?

If that was the case, then combining Wang Ping and Lin Yuanyuan’s abilities, they could boost the entire chat group.

“Brother Wang, is it really possible?”

Cai Yonglong asked excitedly.

“In theory, it’s possible. The biggest drawback to having power poured into you is that the power isn’t cultivated by yourself, and your foundation and Mana are too insubstantial. Normally, a Cultivator receiving this kind of boost would skyrocket instantly, but then it would be easy to stagnate. However, we are transmigrants, we have our group points. As long as we use those group points to enhance our foundation and Mana, we can make up for this defect to some extent. As long as we have enough group points, it won’t be a problem.”

Wang Ping stroked his chin, transmitting his voice to Cai Yonglong.

“And once your power increases, will you still find it hard to earn points? Impossible.”

“Damn!”

Cai Yonglong’s eyes went wide and his breath quickened as he began to dream of the future.

“So, having a good relationship with Yuanyuan is necessary, young man.”