Simulation Ends

You seemed to have gone mad, charging and killing without cease.

A thick crust of blood covered your entire body.

Fresh blood kept staining that crust, drying and wetting, wetting and drying again.

You could no longer tell whether it was your own blood or your enemies'.

The true qi within you had been replenished who knew how many times.

Your Inner Divinity Pills had run out.

You began downgrading to Qi and Blood Pills.

Though they restored true qi more slowly, at least their supply was virtually unlimited.

You killed from daylight until dusk.

Countless wounds covered your body.

Your hands and feet had long since gone numb.

You tied the Soul Awakening Saber to your hand with strips of torn cloth, lest it slip from your grip.

When you had first been surrounded, the other spectators had still been able to chat and laugh freely.

They guessed when you would die.

But now, they had all fallen silent.

They watched you silently.

They watched as more than two hundred martial artists, one or two realms above you, besieged you.

Your desperate battle had completely conquered the onlookers.

Gradually, only the final eight remained of the more than two hundred people on the other side.

All of them were martial artists at the Divine Organs Peak Stage.

Your body had been pushed beyond its limits.

New wounds piled atop old ones.

The inside of your body was already a complete wreck.

Even the Qi and Blood Pills you swallowed could no longer be absorbed.

You could no longer produce any new true qi.

You could not even sense whether the bottleneck in your cultivation had loosened.

The eight people opposite you were likewise covered in wounds and at their limits.

They too were utterly exhausted.

They no longer hated you. Only instinctive killing intent remained.

With a wild roar, you charged forward again.

Seven people remained on the other side.

...Six remained.

...Five.

"Two..." You panted heavily, as though you might collapse at any moment.

Of the two before you, one propped himself up on a massive axe, half-kneeling on the ground and barely managing not to fall.

The other supported himself against his companion's shoulder, swaying as he stood.

Using the last shred of your strength, you cut off the standing man's head.

The burly man half-kneeling with his axe no longer had the strength to react to his companion's death, allowing the body to fall before him.

He merely stared fixedly at you.

"One..." Your legs gave way, and you collapsed into a sitting position.

You no longer had even a trace of strength left.

The burly man could also see that you had truly reached the end of the road.

Dragging his heavily wounded, exhausted body, he inched toward you.

You watched helplessly as he crawled closer, unable to move even a finger.

He crawled before you and slowly raised his sharp axe.

Still unable to break through... you thought silently.

The axe rose high above your head, temporarily blotting out the daylight.

The axehead gradually grew larger in your eyes.

You stared blankly at the axe, a trace of unwillingness surfacing in your eyes.

"There's only one left. I refuse to accept this!"

Suddenly, you seemed to hear a faint sound.

Like the sound of a famous blade shattering.

That wondrous sound came from within your body.

An invisible barrier suddenly burst open!

Clang—

The burly man before you, together with his axe, split into two halves.

"Zero!"

You had finally broken through to the early Marrow Washing Realm!

Your physical condition began to improve.

Your body was continuously repaired.

Your insides once more brimmed with long-lost true qi.

The incomparably dense true qi felt so good that you threw back your head and let out a long howl.

If you faced Mao Mingfeng, who was at the early Essence Refinement Realm, now—

You could kill him in an instant!

Swaying, you slowly rose to your feet.

Corpses lay strewn everywhere beneath your feet.

More than two hundred bodies lay in neat rows.

You shouted in exhilaration, "Who else—!"

The other spectators were now silent as cicadas in winter.

Wan Qingluan silently came over and supported you.

You smiled at her.

The great battle came to an end.

You and Wan Qingluan returned to the oasis villa.

Half a month later.

On the surface, your wounds had completely healed.

You looked no different from an ordinary person.

But you knew your days were numbered.

That great battle had consumed your origin and lifespan.

Though you had barely broken through to Marrow Washing at the final moment—

It had also exhausted the last trace of your vitality.

Your body was like a rotten log, gleaming brightly on the outside while decayed within, emanating a heavy aura of death.

You did not fight anyone again.

You did not cultivate again either.

Every day, you devoted yourself solely to tending flowers and plants in the oasis villa.

Your villa became a garden villa.

Wan Qingluan liked those flowers, grasses, and trees very much.

She had lived here with you ever since the great battle.

You also often fished in the pond.

You released every fish you caught back into the water, merely to while away the time sitting beside the pond.

You grew increasingly sleepy.

Each day, you were awake for only two or three hours.

You often fell asleep while lying in your chair and talking to Wan Qingluan.

Wan Qingluan would gently cover you with a blanket.

She silently kept you company as you slept peacefully.

You never left the Azure Mesa Desert again.

Your physical condition could no longer support another long journey.

The farthest you walked each day was from the villa to the pond outside.

Though it was only several hundred zhang, it took you a long time to walk there.

In the seventy-second year.

That day, you were fishing by the pond.

But at some point, you fell asleep again.

Only when a hooked fish dragged away your rod did you wake with a start.

You did not fish again.

It was as though you had sensed something.

You walked back to the villa.

You called Wan Qingluan over.

You and Wan Qingluan sat side by side in chairs.

You lay on your side with your head on her lap.

She said nothing, merely gently stroking your cheek.

Her long, soft palm made you feel very comfortable.

"Qingluan," you called.

Wan Qingluan said, "Husband, I'm here."

You curled your lips. "Although you want to see me die, could you rein in the anticipation in your eyes a little?"

Wan Qingluan smiled. "Was it that obvious?"

"You're only one step away from directly stabbing me to death with a knife."

Wan Qingluan pressed her lips together in a smile. "Husband, then when exactly are you going to die?"

You very much wanted to smile.

But your eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

The world before your eyes began to blur.

Your consciousness gradually scattered.

You murmured softly, "You crazy woman... I... will come back..."

Like a computer screen going black—

Your world abruptly plunged into darkness.

You died.

This simulation had ended.

He Yu's consciousness returned.

Inside He Yu's own room at the Golden Saber Academy.

He Yu was stunned for a moment.

As though he had truly lived an entire lifetime, an enormous flood of memories poured into his mind.

Like having had a lively dream.

Fortunately, the emotions from the simulation were not inherited, sparing He Yu any additional emotional burden.

"I'm a simulation machine without feelings!"

In this simulation, He Yu had traveled through nearly the entire Great Qian Empire.

Only the Eastern Sea in the far east remained unexplored.

The gains from this time were also astonishing.

He Yu grew excited.

He rubbed his hands together like a mung-bean fly.

"Time to go over this haul!"