With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World

[In the year 11,922 of the Changtian Calendar, you quelled the demon calamity.]

[Your reputation spread throughout the entire Southern Wilderness Realm.]

[You remained silent about what transpired, yet the world loves to imagine, vividly depicting a legendary tale of you capturing the True Dragon seven times.]

[Some have even begun to call you Dragon Capturing True Monarch.]

[A large-scale war vanished imperceptibly due to your efforts.]

[Countless talents from within the Zeyun River flocked to the Heaven-Falling Valley, continually strengthening its forces.]

[Within the Heaven-Falling Valley, several dedicated Demon Race figures quietly emerged, and the world simply assumed you had subdued these masters with your strength.]

[The power of the Heaven-Falling Valley rose to unprecedented heights, daunting all who might challenge it.]

[In the year 11,925 of the Changtian Calendar, you led numerous elite disciples, elders, and honored guests to ascend the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.]

[The Ten Thousand Swords Sect had no choice but to seek assistance from outside; other Nascent Souls contemplated uniting to curb the development of the Heaven-Falling Valley, lending their strength in a bid to dampen your momentum.]

[You ascended above the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, where boundless Sword Intent soared into the sky to pierce you.]

[Yet a mere tremor from you shattered the Sword Intent.]

[Bai Linglong intended to intervene but was stopped by you; matters among the Human Race should not involve the Demon Race unless the opponent is the spirit beast of a human cultivator.]

[With a casual gesture, the earth below shattered trees and rocks, their essence rising to unite with the demonic qi-blood from your body, forming a three-foot Demon Blade.]

[Sword Intent reverberated from your being, creating a symphony of sword and blade above the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.]

[You suddenly experienced an epiphany, using Sword Intent to transform into a whetstone...]

"Is this truly Dragon Capturing True Monarch?"

"Terrifying beyond words!"

"Rumor has it that the True Monarch is famed for his invincible body, yet who knew his Sword Dao remained unexpressed."

"Could this be the legendary Heavenly Slash Technique?"

Xiang Wuji, the figurehead of Zeyun River, at this time ascended the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, naturally attracting numerous bystanders.

For no other reason than to witness Xiang Wuji’s actions.

Hoping to comprehend some profound technique from it.

Disappointment flickered in the eyes of some Body Cultivators, whereas Sword Cultivators were shocked, for Xiang Wuji’s Sword Intent differed from most Sword Cultivators’ intents.

Xiang Wuji gripped the Demon Blade calmly, gazing quietly at the countless Immortal Swords amongst the sword grave in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect’s rear mountain exuding Sword Intent, joining forces with the sect’s Sword Cultivators to converge Heaven-breaking Sword Light, rushing toward Xiang Wuji.

Xiang Wuji only quietly held the Demon Blade upright, as the Sword Intent washed over it like flowing water.

The sharpness and might when Sword Intent arose contrasted eerily with Xiang Wuji’s calmness.

"Why hasn’t Old Man Qiu taken action yet?"

"He is waiting, waiting for Linglin to reveal a flaw..."

Several Nascent Souls secretly exchanged divine senses, ready to strike at any moment.

"No, this can’t continue."

"Linglin’s Sword Intent is being elevated; he’s forcibly enhancing his Sword Intent using the power of the entire Ten Thousand Swords Sect."

"What?! He’s insane, absolutely insane, one misstep and his foundation will collapse, his dao path shatter."

The Nascent Souls’ divine senses collided in the air, exchanging information.

Meanwhile, in the distance, numerous adventurers having arrived to witness were left agape, staring at the sky.

Golden Core cultivators might perceive slight traces, while Foundation Establishment cultivators find it mysterious yet awe-inspiring.

Yet it was the young disciples in Qi Refining resolved in their hearts to set vast ambitions.

"Someday, we too will become another Ancestor Linglin!"

"Command Heaven-Falling Valley, quell the Demon Dragon calamity, ascend the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, a man’s life must be like this!"

At that moment, suddenly, a sword light illuminated the heavens and earth.

In an instant, it was as if a celestial being descended from beyond the skies.

That brilliant light transformed into the sole color between heaven and earth.

Time seemed to pause.

The world seemed to leave only two people gazing at each other.

An elder, clad in white robes, howling with the wind, wielding an Immortal Sword, enveloped entirely by a sword light.

He had already achieved unity with his sword.

He gazed upward, his eyes devoid of fear and clarity undimmed by age.

What remained was a robust fighting spirit.

He was the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Qiu Ming.

While Xiang Wuji appeared unconcerned, holding his sword single-handedly, seemingly indifferent to Qiu Ming’s sudden attack.

In a split second, countless cultivators who gathered to watch felt a flash of white light, which made them close their eyes involuntarily.

Yet some cultivators trained in special cultivation techniques or possessed extraordinary will, disregarding damage to their eyes to forcefully watch, reaped unexpected harvests instead.

Meanwhile, several Nascent Souls were secretly communicating.

"The time is now."

"Strike!"

Two tigers cannot share one mountain; previously, the forces of Celestial Sea Island remained balanced.

The emergence of the Heaven-Falling Valley disrupted everything.

If this continues unchecked, one day Heaven-Falling Valley will certainly devour the entire Celestial Sea Island, akin to Emperor Qin unifying the Six Harmonies in ancient history.

Several Nascent Souls had no choice but to take action.

A slight smile curved at Xiang Wuji’s lips.

He did not retaliate, simply letting the sword light inundate his Demon Blade and his physical body.

The Nascent Souls seemed taken aback.

Qiu Ming also paused, his eyes showing delight.

Yet in the next second, a hand reached out through the sword light, gripping Qiu Ming’s Immortal Sword.

Xiang Wuji was reborn from the sword light.

His Sword Intent broke through a certain boundary between life and death.

"Qiu Ming, also known as Flying Sword Immortal."

"Today, I have comprehended a sword stroke."

"Since it is endowed by you, then it shall be called..."