On Spirit Roots

Yun Shou could now be certain: even a True Immortal could not strip the Simulator from his hands. Taken to the extreme, not even a Dao Lord could.

At the very least, the Dao Lord within the Simulator could not.

But if someone had been able to learn of the Simulator's existence through mind-reading while he was still weak in his early days... there was a certain possibility they could have stifled his growth, even deliberately given him flawed cultivation arts so that, once he cultivated them, his aura could be tracked.

Granted, Yun Shou had learned from later simulated scenarios that the Azure Domain as a whole was fairly decent, and the human race was broadly united, working together with one heart and one mind.

But there would always be a few rat droppings in the soup, people like Wu Gui Ren.

Especially with an ability like mind-reading—what if some Supreme learned his memories this way, yet only taught him subtly and gradually, like a master truly worthy of respect?

And the Simulator happened not to display the full text, merely mentioning something like, "Supreme X's eyes lit up. From that moment on, he knew he had to accept you as his disciple."

"In that case, as long as he never did anything out of line and was never recorded by the Simulator, I wouldn't realize there was anything wrong with him until the day I died. I'd peacefully inherit that cultivation..."

"Terrifying. Too terrifying!"

As this thought crossed your mind, you truly felt a lingering chill of fear.

"A cultivation system..." You suddenly felt a faint flicker of anticipation and glanced at the Mingzhen System you were currently rebuilding.

Under its billionfold resource requirements, you were still circling within the First Realm.

After abolishing one lifetime body, the