【You managed to save your sister in the final moments of your life simulation through your own efforts】
【Your heart is filled with satisfaction, and you die without regrets】
【Although with your Heavenly Spirit Root, your future should not have ended here, you have no regrets, believing you made the truly right choice】
【Simulation ends, start counting highlights】
【Simulation evaluation in progress...】
【Simulation rewards being generated...】
【Host consciousness returns, simulation cooldown countdown begins...】
“Familiar ceiling.”
As if being tossed around in a washing machine for dozens of cycles.
Xu Xi's mind buzzed with ringing sounds until he finally regained clarity and realized he had returned to the real world.
Sitting semi-reclined in a wheelchair.
Just looking up at the white ceiling.
Xu Xi slightly lowered his head and found that he was still holding the book from before the simulation started, its cover clean and dust-free.
“So many years spent in the simulation world, yet the real world hasn't changed at all?”
“This must be what they call time suspension.”
Xu Xi let out a slight sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't the kind of setup where both worlds' time ran synchronously. Otherwise, after one simulation, he would definitely end up on the missing persons list.
Beep—beep—beep—
The simulator's alert sound kept ringing.
It seemed to be processing the rewards from the first simulation.
Xu Xi ignored it and controlled the wheelchair to move to the bedside. With great effort, he used his hands to prop himself up and slowly shifted onto the bed to lie down.
Closing his eyes, he directly went to sleep.
He was simply too exhausted.
Although he had left the body on the verge of collapse in the simulation world, Xu Xi's mental state hadn't refreshed or recovered.
So.
First, a nap.
“Rustle—rustle—” In a half-asleep, half-awake state, the sound of rain seemed to come from outside the house.
…
The heavy rain poured down like the heavens had opened, flooding the entire Heavenly Sword Sect in a vast expanse of water vapor, slightly diluting the thick stench of blood.
The rain was fierce, splashing up countless water droplets.
But the girl remained unmoved.
She just knelt there, staring blankly at the ground, her hands slightly cupped as if trying to hold onto something.
But under the relentless rain, the sand and mud she tried to grasp all slipped through her fingers.
She couldn't hold onto anything.
The only thing she could find was a ragged piece of cloth, the only 'memento' left after that person's death. Its originally pure white color had been stained black by blood.
Even the torrential rain couldn't wash it clean.
The girl remained motionless, her eyes hollow and desperate, clutching the cloth tightly.
No matter how unwilling she was to admit it.
No matter how much she refused to believe it.
The tearing pain, the piercing regret, the overwhelming hatred all clearly told Xu Moli that her elder brother was dead, dying in the most miserable way right before her eyes.
The brother who would light a fire to keep her warm in cold winters was gone.
The brother who would work tirelessly all day to buy candy for her was gone.
The brother who had stayed by her side, taking care of her without leaving, during her coma was gone.
Her brother—
Was truly dead.
Ah, ah, ah.
The hero who belonged only to her, the ever-bright and warm sun in her heart, would never return.
Not a temporary separation, but an eternal farewell.
Xu Moli's heartbeat grew weaker in the noisy rain, as if it might stop at any moment. Her eyes were already dry, filled only with barren sorrow and despair.
She wanted to die and be done with it.
But even that thought was a luxury.
Because this life was saved by her brother. If she died so carelessly, her brother's death would become meaningless.
So, Xu Moli decided to abandon herself, letting despair consume her.
The outside world was in the midst of intense fighting.
It seemed that other Righteous Path sects had come to aid, joining forces with the Heavenly Sword Sect's cultivators at the last moment to repel the Demonic Path cultivators. The Demonic Path cultivators, panicked, could only flee in disarray.
These events no longer concerned Xu Moli.
Righteous Path or Demonic Path.
She had no more interest in either.
But in the midst of the intense battle, the girl's originally lifeless eyes flickered for a moment. She heard someone mention her brother.
“Damn it, these hypocritical bastards arrived so quickly!”
“The plan has failed, retreat!”
“Hehe, it's enough. This time, besides killing three Nascent Souls, we also took out the Heavenly Sword Sect's number one disciple. I think his name was Xu Xi?”
“What a monster, single-handedly killing over a dozen Golden Cores. Good thing he died in the end.”
“A genius? Just a lucky bastard!”
Unforgivable…
Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable!
Unforgivable, these scoundrels who slander my brother, unforgivable, this useless self of mine, I must, I must do something!
“Boom!”
A thunderclap shook the sky.
In the dark heavens and earth, a lightning bolt flashed, illuminating a hundred miles.
Xu Moli stood up against the storm, her eyes tear-streaked, a mix of crying and laughing, completely devoid of her own will, driven only by a single obsession.
She silently picked up the blood-soaked cloth.
Tied it around her long hair.
Her black hair danced in the wind, filled with murderous intent. She held her brother's wooden sword and charged alone toward the fleeing Demonic Path cultivators.
One sword, the heavens and earth trembled.
One sword, ghosts and gods wept.
One sword, the Golden Core formed.
“I want you… to accompany my brother in death,” the girl cried and laughed, speaking such chilling words. She used murderous intent to enter the path of cultivation, disregarding the Foundation Establishment bottleneck, and instantly formed the Golden Core.
Wherever the wooden blade passed, everything was cut down.
Whether it was a Golden Core or a Nascent Soul.
All were cut down with a single sword.
Someone shouted, telling everyone not to panic, that if they could kill Xu Xi, they could certainly kill his sister.
But as soon as he finished speaking, his vision tilted, rolling several times.
In his final moments, he saw a blurry figure, drenched in blood, holding a wooden sword. She was killing even more ferociously.
Kill, kill again, keep killing!
Until all those who slandered her brother no longer existed!
“Hahaha—” Xu Moli let out a sickly laugh, her beautiful face covered in blood, her head tilted as she looked at the remaining Demonic Path cultivators, stepping through the air.
It seemed she was moving very slowly, but with each step, she covered great distances.
The Demonic Path cultivators were terrified.
They wanted to escape, but couldn't. No matter how far they ran, they were caught by that astonishing sword light, experiencing the loss of life in the most extreme pain.
“…”
Righteous Path cultivators arrived, intending to help in the pursuit.
But seeing the mountains of Demonic Path corpses.
They shuddered.
They didn't dare to get close to Xu Moli.
The scene was too horrifying. Limbs and pieces of flesh fell from the sky, mixing with blood and rain to form an endless bloody rain.
In the center of the bloody rain, the girl stood alone, her feet on a mountain of corpses and sea of blood she had created herself.