"Heaven-Shrouding Palm Strike!"
"Martial Skill · Whirlwind Leg!"
"Magic · Fireball Spell!"
As they delved deeper into the Boundary Ruins.
Xu Xi and his group encountered increasingly powerful and troublesome enemies.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, and every step crushed dry bones beneath their feet. Rivers of blood flowed freely across the scorched earth, swelling the corpses and making their faces indistinguishable.
Along the way, more and more corpses of Demonic Cult practitioners appeared, occasionally mixed with the bodies of Heavenly Sword Sect practitioners.
This caused Xu Xi's brows to furrow tightly.
Most people have experienced dreams.
Whether they are pleasant dreams or nightmares, no matter how vivid the memories, they are ultimately just illusions.
If a dream were to manifest into reality,
one would feel the absurdity and strangeness of it all.
Xu Xi was currently in such a state that made his scalp tingle.
He had never expected that the simulated experiences he thought were false would actually appear in reality, manifested as the Boundary Ruins before his eyes.
It was absurd, too absurd!
"No, I can't jump to conclusions just yet."
I need to gather more evidence to verify that this Boundary Ruins originates from the Immortal Cultivation World I simulated.
Xu Xi thought to himself.
More and more doubts surfaced.
He turned to look at Wang Dali: "Dali, I'll leave this place to you. I need to investigate deeper and explore the dangers within the Boundary Ruins alone."
Wang Dali scratched his head: "Brother Xu, are you sure you'll be okay alone?"
Xu Xi replied: "Don't worry, even if I can't win, I have a way to get back."
Wang Dali suddenly understood and then struck a pose showing off his muscles, laughing loudly: "Alright, go ahead! The bond between me and my muscles is invincible!
"I've got this place covered, you can rest assured!"
With that, Wang Dali led the other transcendent beings, charging headlong into the horde of corpse ghost cultivators.
His fists roared, filled with blood and energy, unleashing pure brute force to shatter all evil spirits.
It was a killing frenzy.
"Looks like there's no need for me to worry here for now,"
Xu Xi nodded.
His Golden Core circulated, and with profound magical power, he flew with his sword, stepping on the withered vine sword, soaring into the depths of the corpse mountain and blood sea, scanning his surroundings for the evidence he sought.
Acting alone, Xu Xi's search speed was incredibly swift.
Soon, he found multiple pieces of evidence.
Such as the corpses of other Demonic Cult practitioners who had besieged the Heavenly Sword Sect.
The standard flying sword of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
And the standard storage bag as well.
"Indeed..."
In the blood-soaked sky, the withered vine sword rose, forming a magical barrier that completely blocked the blood rain. Xu Xi looked at the evidence, lost in thought.
This Boundary Ruins is indeed from the Immortal Cultivation World I simulated.
"This shouldn't be possible—"
“It actually comes from the world I simulated, which should have been false.”
Xu Xi fell silent.
At first, seeing the Boundary Ruins, he thought it came from another cultivation world. Later, he believed it was from a similar world.
But after verifying the evidence,
The origin of this Boundary Ruins was undoubtedly the immortal cultivation world that Xu Xi had simulated his crossing into.
How could this be!
That wasn't a simulated false world!
How could it become a real fact and appear on Earth in the form of Boundary Ruins!
At this moment, Xu Xi suddenly recalled.
The simulator had never claimed that the simulated life was false. It was just his own assumption that since it was a simulation, it must be an illusory fantasy.
Now, thinking carefully,
since the simulator could deliver the Heavenly Spirit Root from the simulated life in its real form,
extending this logic,
the experiences within the simulation could also be real, it was just that Xu Xi hadn't realized it before.
"Yes, that must be it."
Xu Xi was filled with emotion. He could never have imagined that the golden finger he accidentally obtained would be such a miraculous cheat.
Able to turn simulated experiences into reality.
And directly affecting the real world.
If that's the case, then Mo Li is also a real, flesh-and-blood living being. She truly exists.
"The girl I saved in the simulation, she should be living well now, right? Or perhaps she has already passed away..."
After a long sigh, Xu Xi continued to fly with his sword.
He searched again across the sea of corpses and the ocean of blood.
The origin of the Boundary Ruins had been clarified.
But how to eradicate or prevent this filthy place from expanding remained a huge dilemma. In this battlefield between the Demonic Cult and the Heavenly Sword Sect, perhaps some clues could be found.
Like who exactly had created such a horrific scene back then.
I remember that when the simulation ended, Mo Li was still very weak. I hope she wasn't harmed by this war, given her strength at that time.
Absentmindedly worrying about the girl,
Xu Xi wielded his flying sword, soaring toward the peak of the Corpse Mountain. Along the way, many ghost cultivators attacked, all being the souls of Demon Path cultivators who had died back then, including some at the Primordial Infant level.
"Slash!"
Xu Xi gestured to cast a spell.
The withered vine sword differentiates into thousands, instantly forming a forest sea sword formation, encircling the cursing ghost cultivator and evil spirit.
Then, he threw out a large number of talismans, unleashing a torrential storm of attacks.
Easily carving a path forward.
Upward, climbing, soaring.
With Xu Xi's full-speed sword flight, he quickly reached the pinnacle of the Corpse Mountain Blood Sea, where he saw a cold figure standing with her back to him.
Her severed limbs fell from her side, piling up into countless withered bones.
Blood and the smell of death dripped from her sword tip, forming a torrential blood rain.
One person, one sword.
Standing at the peak of the Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood.
Slaying thousands of demon cultivators.
"Who... is that...!"
The chilling intent to kill made Xu Xi feel an involuntary sense of dread upon glimpsing her figure, his body momentarily stiffening.
But the killing intent came and went quickly, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
What followed was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Xu Xi felt alert, instinctively wanting to put distance between himself and this dangerous place.
However.
Just as his neck turned and the withered vine sword was about to fly away, the figure standing at the peak of the corpse mountain and blood sea seemed to notice something, turning to look at Xu Xi.
Revealing a face Xu Xi recognized, her crimson lips parted slightly.
"Found you."
“Elder brother—”
Her stunning beauty was smeared with blood, and the girl gave Xu Xi a brilliant smile.
Just as plants find their roots and continue to grow,
birds find their wings and can soar again,
beasts find their fangs and become fearless,
Similarly, the girl found her beloved, and her eyes regained their light. It was a look of affection, of joy, of a heaviness that would never let go.
"Mo Li?"
Xu Xi's pupils contracted.
He wanted to do something, but found his body immobilized.
He could only watch as the girl approached him, stepping over the mountain of corpses, crossing the sea of blood, extending her bloodstained fair hands, gently encircling his body, and gradually tightening her embrace:
“Elder brother, this time, I will never let you leave again.”
The girl's voice echoed in Xu Xi's ears.
She held him tighter.
The enormous force pressed against Xu Xi's chest, causing pain in his ribs.
"!!!"
Xu Xi was perplexed, feeling that everything that had just happened was too strange. Just as he was about to say something, Xu Moli suddenly disintegrated into countless glowing particles, accompanied by a faint rustling sound, disappearing without a trace.
Only a droplet-shaped crystalline object remained.
Falling into his palm.
【Ding Dong—】
Congratulations, the host obtained the special item: Eternal Tear Drop
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
