My Simulated Road to Immortality

“Strange, it should be around here, there’s no mistake.”

“But how come…”

Han Yi’s brows furrowed as he spent half the day flying around the region below.

He still couldn’t find the precise location of the opportunity he had sensed.

“Indeed, it points here, but I can only pinpoint a general area. Once I enter it, that feeling in my heart inexplicably disappears.”

“It’s as if something is intentionally interfering.”

Han Yi was filled with both delight and worry.

This situation had never occurred to him before. According to the records in the Heavenly Fate Sutra, either the destiny was too vast, exceeding his current ability to handle, which would be a disaster rather than fortune, or the luck here was intentionally hiding its destiny to prevent outsiders from discovering it.

“I can only go down and look for it myself. Act as the circumstances dictate. If I can’t do it, I’ll give up. After all, no matter what, preserving my life is most important.” Han Yi pondered for a moment before making a decision.

Far from the Cloud Sea and traveling for a long time, he began to calm down. He thought he had been somewhat impulsive in making decisions because he was affected by the backlash of his fortune. With possession of the “Fate Scripture of Heaven” and the Feather of the Mystic Bird, as well as the knowledge of a Small World where the Heavenly Mandate Mystic bird had fallen but not yet been exploited.

As long as he didn’t die prematurely, he only needed to go about things in an orderly fashion, and it would be likely for him to undergo God Transformation and Unity-Path.

As for the realm of longevity, it wasn’t unattainable.

The “Book of Spacetime Chaos and the Primal Element” was good, but it would only add flowers to the brocade.

Considering this, Han Yi gradually calmed down.

He got rid of his obsession to find the opportunity, and simply wandered around with the thought of “if it’s destined, one will have it; if not, don’t force it”.

This was a minor city where mortals gathered and where no cultivators served as guards.

Han Yi concealed his cultivation, masqueraded as a mortal, and mingled with them.

However, the temperament of a cultivator is always difficult to hide. Han Yi, amidst a group of mortals, stood out like a crane in a flock of chickens.

Despite not being sure whether Han Yi was a true “Immortal Teacher,” his outstanding demeanor made him look like the privileged class.

The mortals instinctively avoided him, making it hard for Han Yi to blend in.

His plan to look for an opportunity quietly was aborted prematurely.

“I heard that the ancient cultivators, despite being high in cultivation, were able to live harmoniously with mortals, integrating seamlessly. I wonder how they did it.”

Looking at the mortals in the city, who were already trembling before he even said a word,

Though they would respond whenever asked, their answers were irrelevant to what he wanted to know.

Finding the real opportunity from it was like daydreaming.

Han Yi couldn’t help but feel helpless.

“This is what destiny is like. If you intentionally pursue it, you might be missing the point.”

Regretfully, he pretended to leave the city, changed his appearance, and returned after a while, wandering around the city for several more days.

But this produced nothing.

He thought about trying his luck in the areas around the city, but this time the location sensed by his spiritual sense had narrowed down.

The opportunity was in the city!

This feeling of seeing but not being able to touch, only left Han Yi frustrated to the point of nearly vomiting blood.

The calmness he had finally regained was once again disturbed.

He began to become impatient.

But the more anxious he became, the less he seemed to achieve.

Time passed like this. He didn’t know how long he had stayed in this city, where he had trodden almost every inch of land.

But still, he got nothing.

Meanwhile, the mortals in the city had all these in their hearts.

They were merely mortals and not ignorant just because they didn’t cultivate.

This cultivator had been lingering in the city for a long time, obviously searching for something.

Thus, the rumor that “there is treasure in the city” started to spread.

Although they, including Han Yi, didn’t know what this treasure was,

It didn’t matter. The inhabitants of the city all started to become suspicious.

Whether they discovered and secretly kept it to change their fate with the treasure, or chose to surrender it in exchange for a reward from the Immortal Teacher,

For the mortals in the city, either way was a chance to completely change their destiny.

They rummaged through their homes, found things that looked suspicious and had been there for some years, and scrutinized them carefully.

The little movements of the mortals in the city couldn’t escape Han Yi’s keen eyes.

However, he didn’t care a bit.

How could these mortals comprehend his methods?

As long as the sense of fortune had not disappeared, the opportunity was still in place.

All he needed to do was to monitor the entire city.

If he found anything unusual and the sensed fortune disappeared, he could easily lock on to the opportunity!

So Han Yi simply took up residence in the prefecture’s mansion.

He stayed indoors day and night, monitoring all the mortals with his spiritual sense.

Month after month, when he still hadn’t found anything, Han Yi finally decided to give up.

“It seems I can’t make a connection after all.” Han Yi sighed and prepared to leave.

Just then, he suddenly noticed that the fortune, which had been unchanged for a long time, was starting to move!

Han Yi’s heartbeat accelerated instantly.

“Who is it?”

With one sweep of his spiritual sense across the city, Han Yi found an old man in a straw cloak, carrying a basket of fish on his back and preparing to leave.

“Is it him?”

He didn’t know the old man’s exact name. Only that this person was referred to as Lao Yu, a typical fisherman.

He fished in a river east of the city every day and sold the fish in town.

Because of his taciturn nature and reluctance to call out, his business was just so-so. However, his prices were low, so he managed to get by.

Han Yi had seen this man more than once. But apart from his straw cloak, he had nothing else.

His house was empty; there was no sign of any treasure.

“Did he recently fish it out of the river?”

A thought crossed Han Yi’s mind. Looking at the fish basket on the old man’s back, he became more certain of his hunch.

He jumped up abruptly, no longer caring about stealth, and chased after the fisherman outside the city.

However, just as he excitedly rushed forward to question the old man,

The old man, whose face was deeply wrinkled, suddenly lifted his head and glanced casually in his direction.

That glance felt like a bucket of ice water being dumped on Han Yi.

Han Yi was startled, his body breaking out in goosebumps.

“Something’s wrong!”

A warning sign flashed in his heart, and the sense of fortune he had initially felt turned into an unimaginable disaster.

In an instant, he understood everything.

The destiny here was not some treasure. This fisherman was not just a mortal.

He was a powerful being who had hidden among mortals for some unknown reason.

The opportunity was him!

Since he had been staying in the city all along, the sense of destiny had always been positioned over this small city.

He was too blind to recognize the real dragon and ignored it everything he saw.

Now that he chose to leave, the sensed fortune also changed!

If he had acted impulsively just now and offended this powerful man…

In an instant, when he figured out everything, Han Yi was covered in cold sweat.

His flight speed slowed down. Han Yi decided not to take this risk and quit.

“Whence comest thou?”

Just then, the fisherman asked suddenly.