Perhaps, This World Was Too Cruel, Yet Beautiful Because of It!

Even if one shows no mercy when taking action, there will always be a feeling of reluctance in one's heart.

This world is just like this: either the sheep or the wolf dies; either the weak wolf starves to death, or the weak sheep is bitten to death. Perhaps this world is too cruel, but it is precisely because of this that it is beautiful!

"Now that you've seen this much, it's time for you to come out, Linghu Chong."

"Even though you led this campaign, you didn't show your face from beginning to end. They were calling your name even in their dying moments."

Dongfang Bubai turned his head, looked in one direction, and said calmly.

She sensed from the beginning that Linghu Chong was observing her, but she didn't say anything; saving the best prey for last might not be a bad thing.

"I didn't expect to encounter other Mimic in this world."

"I clearly remember that at the beginning, the simulated world only showed me as the only person there."

"If it weren't for the existence of the Power-Sucking Great Art, I really wouldn't have been able to see through it."

"This is the kind of martial arts technique that we Mimic in Wuxia world desire most."

"But it doesn't matter, I can get it even if I kill you."

Accompanied by a soft voice, a figure carrying a long sword walked over from not far away. He wore a white brocade robe and had a handsome face, but his expression was very cold, giving him an Iceburg demeanor.

"After witnessing my strength, do you still harbor thoughts of defeating me?"

Dongfang Bubai did not rush to make a move, and said calmly.

"What I have learned is the Little Formless Art of the Xiaoyao Sect. Although it can simulate all martial arts in the world, it is still far inferior to the Power-Sucking Great Art. In terms of Internal Force, it cannot absorb the Internal Force of others like the Divine Art of Northern Darkness. Therefore, in terms of cultivation, it is naturally far inferior to yours."

"As for techniques, speed is the ultimate weapon in martial arts. Your speed far exceeds my expectations. Even if I had learned the Nine Swords of Dugu, I wouldn't dare say I could break your techniques."

"So, I poisoned it."

At this point, a smile appeared on Linghu Chong's lips.

"Judging by the time, you should be arriving around the same time."

A moment after Linghu Chong finished speaking, Dongfang Bubai suddenly frowned slightly, unable to sense any internal Internal Force within his body.

"For us Mimic, there is only one purpose in coming to this other world: to change its fate as much as possible."

"That's why I orchestrated this war between the righteous and the Demon Sect cult."

"For the world of Wuxia, isn't the biggest change the end of the era of Wuxia?"

"When all the top combatants of all the sects, big and small, are dead, and the Demon Sect is destroyed, won't this era end? Who knows how long it will take to return to the current situation?"

"But I didn't expect another Mimic to appear besides me. Your strength is indeed terrifying."

"However, even someone immune to all poisons will have their Internal Force sealed for an Tokiomi by this toxin."

[Golden Fragrant Soft Jade]: Shaped like gold, yet incredibly Limber to the touch, like a young girl, and carrying a delicate fragrance; when dispersed into the air using special methods, it will specifically attract those with Internal Force, rendering them unable to use their Internal Force for a short period of time.

Perhaps the stench of blood in the air masked the delicate fragrance of the [Golden Fragrant Soft Jade], or perhaps Dongfang Bubai in his own strength and didn't pay attention to the invasion of the poison, but there was no doubt that Dongfang Bubai was now unable to use his Internal Force.

"This is my final battle to break through to the Mid-Tier Mimic. As long as I get a high score in this world, I will succeed in breaking through."

"So, for my sake, would you please die?"

As he spoke, Linghu Chong smiled at Dongfang Bubai.

A flash of Yinguang streaked across the air, tracing a Perfect World arc.

"Bang!"

Linghu Chong stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the longsword made of light that had been pierced through his chest.

"You may have misunderstood something. I never said I was Mimic."

"Also, Internal Force is not important to me."

Dongfang Bai said something indifferently, and then used the Power-Sucking Great Art on Linghu Chong.

Little Formless Art, Nine Swords of Dugu, Tianshan Zhemeishou

At this moment, everything Linghu Chong was reduced to belonging to Dongfang Bubai, including his spirit and vitality.

"Bang!"

Linghu Chong's body was thrown aside, adding another corpse to the battlefield.

"It's over."

Dongfang Bubai gazed deeply at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood on the ground, then turned and left.

This is an end, and also a beginning.

From this day forward, the Jianghu belongs to the Dongfang!

In the entire Jianghu, there will only be one name: Dongfang Bubai!

After an unknown amount of time, the followers of the Sun Moon Holy Cult returned to the cult following Dongfang Bubai's orders, only to find the ground littered with corpses.

Judging from their clothing, the corpses of the Mount Hua Sect, Mount Heng Sect, Mount Tai Sect, Songshan Sect, Shaolin Sect, and even Linghu Chong, who is currently the most talked-about figure in the world for his "using their own methods against them" philosophy, are all here.

"The Sun Moon Holy Cult is invincible."

"The Dongfang Cult Leader, accomplished in both literature and martial arts"

"May our rule last for a thousand autumns and ten thousand years, unifying the Jianghu."

Everyone knelt on the ground, shouting loudly. The fear and awe they once had in their eyes were now replaced by loyalty and madness. From this day forward, they would be Dongfang Bubai's most loyal followers.

Tomoyo, a mysterious space.

"Call"

Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes, staring nervously ahead, his right hand unconsciously touching the spot on his chest where he remembered being pierced by the lightsaber.

He was none other than Smiling Proud Wanderer Linghu Chong from the world of Swordsman.

I thought I had this simulation under control, but unexpectedly, such a big change happened.

What exactly was that light?

He frowned, recalling the lightsaber that Dongfang Bubai had conjured in his memory. It resembled a lightsaber from a technological world, yet it was different. And why would a lightsaber from a technological world appear in Wuxia world?

Even for them, the Mimic, aside from their memories, can only carry temporary talents purchased from the Simulator as supplementary abilities. How could they possibly possess lightsabers?

Could it be some kind of advanced talent?

But that doesn't make sense either. What talent could materialize a lightsaber?

Did you make it yourself?

This material doesn't even exist in the world of Wuxia. And why does he remember that it was Dongfang Bubai who conjured it himself?

But how could humans possibly condense light on their own? He must have misremembered.

"Simulator, proceed with settlement."

Lin Chen shook his head. Since he couldn't understand it, there was no need to force it. The world was so big that there were too many things he didn't understand, and caring too much about it would only be counterproductive.

This simulation is over. Instead of thinking about how the other Mimic used the lightsaber, it's better to look at what you've Harvest and whether you've advanced to an Mid-Tier Mimic.

[Simulation Ended]

[This life simulation will store memories in the form of a movie; please browse it yourself to view them.]

[In this simulation, you have had a significant impact on the fate of this world.]