【Countless martial artists, many brave heroes, but only you have forged a path to survival through death】
【Your perseverance has traversed the entire simulation】
【That is the persistence of a human, a miracle created by faith, you are the moon amidst the stars, bringing light to the darkness for those in despair】
【Martial Dao Body Forging, Wondrous Furnace of All, you are a Martial Dao Human Immortal with extraordinary talent, your every punch and kick imbued with the truths of returning to simplicity】
【You practiced martial arts tirelessly, creating the Fool's Skill, allowing the poor to seek survival】
【You have long fought against demons and monsters, your deeds known within the Ten Thousand Mountains, earning the name "That Man" among the intelligent monsters】
【You instructed the young princess, becoming the beacon of light for her when she was lost in darkness】
【The people walk on the path you have carved, and you watch this scene with a smile as you pass away】
【Simulation ends, starting to count the highlights】
【Simulation evaluation calculating...】
【Simulation rewards generating...】
"Finally over."
The living room of the real world.
Xu Xi opened his eyes, gazing at the ceiling above him, filled with deep thoughts.
The simulation of the martial arts world, to be honest, was the most exhausting of the three simulations.
Besides the enhancement of his own strength, Xu Xi always considered the survival of the people of the Survival Army.
He was willing and delighted to do so, and those familiar faces who often called him "Brother Xi" also cared and worried about him.
"This time, it should be considered a good ending, right?"
"But the sacrifices in between, the price paid, were indeed too devastating."
"And——"
That child, Yingxue, as well as the people of the Survival Army.
Did they manage to survive in the end?
Escaping the Ten Thousand Mountains only means not becoming demon food.
The outside world is vast and dangerous, just not as desperate as the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Xu Xi pondered, thinking of asking his sister and the witch to intervene, to find that uncharted martial world, to save those who should not have died.
Like that foolish ox.
A little Mr. Ox, foolish enough to just eat.
"But then again,"
Xu Xi's face showed hesitation, suddenly sitting up from the sofa: "That child, Yingxue, wouldn't she have become a supreme being too?"
Surely...
Not, right?
Xu Xi looked at the refreshing simulator panel, patiently waiting for the final settlement.
The night was very quiet, quiet to the point of silence.
No wind, no sound.
The dark night.
Was penetrated by a flat and broad path.
No rocks blocked the way, no trees hindered the way, it was unbelievably smooth.
Wu Yingxue stopped.
Her steps were heavy.
Could not move forward even a bit.
Tears continuously streamed from her eyes, silent and calm, slowly, gently, sliding through her fingers and dripping everywhere.
Xu Xi hoped the fearless princess would continue to move forward, but the fearless princess only wanted to look back, to look again, to forever gaze at that figure.
She knew, always knew, that the figure "asleep" would never wake up.
Thinking of this.
Wu Yingxue's expression nearly collapsed, her face no longer delicate, twisted and sorrowful, all emotions pouring out, drowning her helpless heart.
She wished to turn back, to once again turn around, to once again carry the body of the teacher.
Even if Xu Xi could no longer move.
The girl would be willing to do so.
But this was not allowed, was absolutely not permitted.
"Teacher, you're already so tired..."
"I can't disturb Teacher..."
Wu Yingxue's shoulders trembled violently, her hands rubbing back and forth, continually wiping away the tear lines on her face.
Gradually, both hands were soaked with tears.
Xu Xi was too tired.
The biggest fool in the entire world.
Always considering others, smilingly shielding the princess from the wind and rain, appearing heroically just like before when the princess needed him most.
Being tired was natural, no one could maintain a healthy mind and body after experiencing so much.
The princess understood this.
Wanted Xu Xi to have a good rest.
But the pain in her heart, the torn wounds, made her unable to let go.
"I'm sorry, Teacher, it's because I'm too useless..."
Xu Xi often said.
He needed help from his princess, as the second combatant of the Survival Army, to deal with more demons.
"But actually, it's me who needs Teacher."
Wu Yingxue resumed her steps.
As she walked, crystal tears continuously fell, scattered along the path.
Tears fell without sound, just like the heart of despair and stagnation.
The girl named Wu Yingxue had a life unrelated to Xu Xi for the first sixteen years, until she became a fugitive, accidentally encountering Xu Xi.
That was the light during her most desperate moment.
The star and moon guiding her forward.
It was Xu Xi who gave her a reason to live again.
Unknowingly, the figure had engraved itself in her mind, unable to be erased from her heart, it was love, it was reliance, it was affection.
"Little Martial Teacher is back!"
"Everyone, look, it's Little Martial Teacher!"
Gradually.
The faces of the Survival Army people in front, visible within her sight, were filled with anticipation, anticipating the girl to give them the answer they desired.
Such eyes terrified Wu Yingxue.
She was afraid.
Afraid to tell everyone the news of Xu Xi's "sleep".
Wu Yingxue stopped again, unable to move forward.
It happened to be a late evening breeze, coming from behind, gentle with delicacy, circling around the princess, bringing faint wailing sounds by her ear.
In a daze.
The girl felt a push from someone.
The feeling was very familiar, the familiar gentleness impossible to be mistaken.
"Keep moving forward..."
The silent wind seemed to echo with such words, pushing the girl to step forward once more.
The girl cried and smiled, walking into the ranks of the Survival Army.
As expected.
The people eagerly asked about Xu Xi's whereabouts, why he wasn't following.
"Teacher..."
"He's a little tired, wants to rest for a while..."
Facing those familiar faces, Wu Yingxue forced a smile: "He said, wants to slack off for a while, will catch up later."
The voices of the people abruptly stopped.
Their lips moved for a long time.
Unable to say a complete sentence.
Until after a while, someone finally spoke again, with a bitter voice.
"No choice, since Brother Xi wants to rest, then let him rest."
"Yeah, Brother Xi certainly needs to rest well."
"We can't disturb him!"
"Right, right, let Big Teacher have a good sleep!"
The people excitedly discussed, but as they talked, from someone, crying filled the whole group.
Adults cried.
Children cried.
Everyone cried.
Crying for the big fool's too much "laziness".
Unwilling to leave with them.
"Let's go... When Teacher rests, our path, needs to be walked by us."
Finally, it was Little Martial Teacher who led the Survival Army, continuing along the path carved by Xu Xi.
Half a year later.
A shocking event stunned the entire martial arts world.
An army emerged from the heart of demon territory, with no outside help, no supplies, relying solely on themselves, breaking out from within the sphere of demon influence.