The four of them walked through the desert.
Their steps were unsteady, and they were unbearably thirsty.
"This is impossible. We've cultivated to such a high realm already, so why are we still thirsty?" the Despicable Transmigrator asked in confusion.
"There is only one reason: our cultivation has disappeared. The cultivation we gained in the Lower Realm vanishes in the Upper Realm," Number One said with a sigh.
"It's fine. As long as we have even a tiny bit of spiritual energy, we can create water," Number Three said confidently.
Besides, he had an undying, indestructible cheat.
Dying of thirst did not matter. He could just revive.
Of course, the others did not have such a convenient cheat, so they would have a massive headache.
"Say less. Don't attract any monsters." Number Two was running Infinite Simulation, and his expression was awful.
He had simulated it many times, but every outcome was the same.
You died of thirst.
His mind went blank as immense fear coiled around his thoughts.
He did not want to face that terrifying outcome.
He did not want to die.
That was why he found the others' words utterly speechless.
They were all idiots, idiots who could not even recognize the situation.
Those damned fools could just die from their stupidity!
At that moment, the Despicable Transmigrator noticed that something was wrong with Number Two's expression.
He knew Number Two's cheat was Infinite Simulation.
And he could extract rewards from it.
That made him both a prophet and a creator who could conjure things from nothing.
So he asked directly, "Number Two, can't you extract water from the simulator?"
"Yeah, that should be simple enough."
"I have some bad news for you. I can only see how the future develops now, but I can no longer