Hong Huang: I Invited Nuwa to Myriad Worlds Simulation at the Start!

The next moment, those ghost faces lunged toward Tongtian's primordial spirit.

Just as they were about to pounce on him, Tongtian's icy voice rang out from within the spirit.

"Heh, you couldn't have picked a better time!"

As his words fell, Tongtian's Sword-shaped Primordial Spirit stirred. The primordial spirit power, suppressed for centuries, erupted in an instant.

The ghost faces that had drawn close to the Golden Sword dissolved on contact.

Wherever the Golden Sword passed, the formation's power offered no resistance, melting away like the ghost faces themselves.

"For a shoddy formation like this to trap me for centuries—you should be proud."

Tongtian's voice thundered within his own Niwan Palace, while the Golden Sword of his primordial spirit swelled abruptly and burst straight through the palace!

Today. This hour. This moment. He would break the formation!

The Golden Sword left the Niwan Palace, shot out of his physical body, and plunged into a void-like space.

This was the Formation Space, the foundation of the array. Only by shattering this place could the formation be completely destroyed!

The mysterious formation seemed to sense the crisis as well. It gathered the resentment accumulated over nearly ten thousand years, coalescing into a Giant Shadow composed of Ghost Faces.

But the Golden Sword paid it no heed, only barking coldly, "Sword Soul—Sword Splitting Style!"

Boom—

The Golden Sword shattered outright, splitting into billions of fragments, each one a blade!

A billion golden swords filled the Formation Space like a dense meteor shower.

The Giant Shadow of Ghost Faces was torn apart without a shred of suspense, reduced to pure particles.

The Formation Space hissed and crackled before finally exploding.

When everything had cleared, only a single small sword remained in the void.

And that small sword was none other than the Sword Within the Sword.

"Not bad, this Sword Soul Cultivation Method I cobbled together. Once I return to the Primordial World, it'll count as a top-tier divine ability."

"The Outer Sword excels at offense, and the Inner Sword is top-notch for survival!"

"Even if the Outer Sword is expended, the Inner Sword can transform into the Outer Sword, and I can condense a new Inner Sword!"

"But the cost is a bit steep—it dropped me straight from the True Immortal Realm to the Earth Immortal Realm!"

Tongtian muttered a few complaints, then returned the Inner Sword to his body.

With the formation's power no longer suppressing him, the moment his primordial spirit re-entered his flesh, Tongtian regained complete control of the body!

Even if his realm had fallen, he was still an Earth Immortal. A mere layer of dirt couldn't possibly hold him back.

"This body is way too weak!"

Tongtian grumbled, then reached out and began digging, tunneling straight upward through the soil.

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Buzhou Mountain, Innate Spirit Array, Three Lights Divine Water Pool.

Back when Tongtian had safely passed the final day of the millennium, Shen Lang had already spammed him with thirty-two thumbs-up.

Narrow escapes, one after another—but he'd still managed to meet the minimum simulation challenge time.

An SSS-rank player was an SSS-rank player after all!

As for what would happen to Tongtian next, Shen Lang wasn't too worried.

Yeah, hopefully he kicks the bucket soon. That way, the simulator can hand over the rewards faster!

Time for the daily curse: die faster, toolman!

"Oh? Is he about to come out?"

Shen Lang noticed a change in the nearly static scene.

To be honest, this theater mode was way worse than Nuwa's.

It had been so long since the simulation started, and all he'd seen was text. He hadn't even laid eyes on the male lead once!

On the light screen, the Small Earthen Grave where Tongtian was buried began to tremble slightly. The soil on top slowly cracked and rolled off, and then a pale hand reached out from within...

Chapter 22: Tomb Guardian Elder: And Who Are You? Little Defeat? Or Little South? [Seeking Collections, Flowers]

Whoosh—

The earthen grave split open completely, and a young man crawled out from within.

Though he'd emerged from the dirt, his face and body were spotless. His long hair hung loose, and he looked somewhat handsome.

At the Earth Immortal Realm, his body and spirit were already free of impurities, untouched by dust.

The only issue was his tattered clothes, which gave him a vague resemblance to a high-end version of Sharp Brother.

"Phew, finally out."

This young man was, of course, Tongtian, who had been trapped underground for a thousand years. Now, he had shattered the formation and broken free from the earth.

Tongtian glanced left and right, and his fair face instantly darkened.

All he could see were graves—didn't that mean...

He quickly looked down, and his face turned even darker. He had been staying inside a grave for a thousand years!

And why were others' tombs grand and towering, while his was just an earthen grave?

Good one, Innate Supreme Treasure. Ruthless indeed.

But since he had already survived a thousand years, why wasn't the trial over yet?

Tongtian frowned and tried to communicate with the Innate Supreme Treasure, but got no response at all.

"Could it be that surviving a thousand years isn't enough—I have to leave this place on my own to complete the trial?"

"Fine then. Let's see what mysteries this spatial world holds."

"Once I break this treasure's space, I'll make you willingly acknowledge me as your master!"

Tongtian's gaze was firm, his expression relaxed. In his mind, he was already plotting how to shatter this Myriad Worlds Simulator world and get himself out.

If Shen Lang had known Tongtian's thoughts, he would have given him four words: admirable courage.

As the Golden Finger for a transmigrator in the Primordial World, if it could be damaged by a mere Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, that would truly be a disgrace to all Golden Fingers.

The Myriad Worlds Simulator had to be at the level of the Great Dao, or even beyond!

If it could serve as a Golden Finger in the Primordial World, how could it lack real skill? Otherwise, it would be utterly unqualified.

Tongtian paid it no mind and began to survey his surroundings anew. Soon, his attention was drawn to a nearby grave.

The tombstone bore text similar to the Simulator's diary—he couldn't recognize the script, but he could understand it.

"The God of War from the East—Tomb of Zhan Wuji?"

Who was Zhan Wuji? A God of War? That formidable? If he was that strong, how did he end up dead and buried here?

Tongtian muttered to himself, then began darting swiftly through the cluster of graves, his expression growing stranger and stranger.

Tomb of Caesar, God of War from the Western Paradise!

Tomb of Peony Master, female immortal from the East!

Tomb of Luna, Goddess of Wisdom from the Western Paradise!

Tomb of Li Changfeng, Martial God from the East!

Tomb of Lucifer, Great Devil King from the Western Paradise!

Tomb of Ao Cang, Demon Lord from the East!

Without exception, Tongtian knew none of them, nor had he ever heard their names. But every title sounded like it belonged to someone of great origin.

If nothing else, these people must have been formidable in life.

How did such a group of strong all die, and why were they all buried in the same place?

"God's Tomb World..."

Even Tongtian found himself growing curious about this treasure's space. It felt very strange.

And then there was his own body—it seemed like someone had reincarnated, trying to revive within this cemetery!

The resentment absorbed and transformed by the Formation seemed to come from these very graves!

It was clear that these people had died with hatred and unwillingness, and even after so many years, that remained!

Unfortunately, when Tongtian devoured those two streams of homologous Soul Power, they had nearly dissolved completely, leaving him with no memories at all.

Otherwise, he might have gained some understanding of this God's Tomb World.

"Interesting."

Tongtian surveyed the surrounding graves, wondering what had happened in this treasure's space all those years ago.

Could it be related to how he would leave this place?

Just then, his divine sense detected three thatched cottages.