With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World

"Upper Immortal! Upper Immortal, your, your aura..."

"I have important matters to report..."

The will of the demon is being slowly obliterated.

The power he accumulated over thousands of years is now completely transforming into Cai Teng’s Fake Nascent Soul.

More intriguingly, within the demon’s body, there is power he absorbed from Cai Teng, which made it easier for Xiang Wuji to refine this demon.

"Ancient Owl... Ancient Owl..."

The demon’s last bit of consciousness is about to be obliterated, so he didn’t dare to hide any longer and weakly uttered these two words.

Xiang Wuji raised his hand, and the demon’s consciousness was squeezed into a brand new and fragile soul, while its body was completely stuffed into Cai Teng’s abdomen.

Black light swirled in Cai Teng’s eyes, and his aura was gradually rising.

The origins of the demon are many.

Some are transformed from the Heart Demon of Great Cultivators. The Heart Demon comes from the cultivator’s heart, as well as from the ephemeral Celestial Demon in the universe.

The Celestial Demon transforms into the Heart Demon, exploiting the vulnerability in the great cultivator’s mind to devour its heart, possibly replacing it and becoming the demon.

Some are the transformed Nascent Souls of Demon Cultivators, nearing the end of their lifespan, and with their physical bodies about to wither, they simply abandon their bodies and escape in the form of their Nascent Souls.

However, Nascent Souls, like infants, cannot survive independently, so these demon cultivators refine their Nascent Souls into demons.

In addition, there may be some special events, such as ancient demonic Qi, the fall of a peerless Great Demon, etc.

But regardless, demons are the most cunning and evil creatures in this world.

Yet, no matter how sinister the demon is, in the face of the Primordial Spirit of a Divinity Transformation Cultivator, it’s like ice meeting Haoyang, unable to resist at all.

Xiang Wuji ignored the information given by the demon’s mouth and instead looked at Cai Teng, nodding approvingly.

"This demon must have devoured many Great Cultivators; its body is filled with dense demonic Qi."

"As your teacher, I bestow upon you the Yin Yang Demon Scripture. You should gather the most Yang elements of heaven and earth to suppress the demonic Qi within your body. Achieve Great Success in the Demon Scripture, and then, even an ordinary Early-Stage Nascent Soul wouldn’t be your match."

The Yin Yang Demon Scripture was created by Xiang Wuji himself based on the Initial Demon Scripture, combined with his understanding of the Yin Yang Path, but it also carried a trace of the Initial Demon Scripture’s mystery.

Xiang Wuji wasn’t exaggerating. Although Cai Teng has a Fake Nascent Soul, if he completes his cultivation, ordinary Nascent Souls would not be able to contend with him.

The aura of the Demon Tower was overwhelmingly powerful.

It attracted a group of elders from the Blood Demon Sect.

The Blood Demon Sect had somewhat declined; there was only Cai Teng among the Golden Cores, yet their pride remained undiminished from the past.

"Sect Master, what’s going on?"

"You, you..."

The Foundation Establishment Elders who arrived first were momentarily stunned.

Soon, they saw Cai Teng’s aura beginning to climb, and his once gray and white hair turned jet black.

In the same place was left a handsome, bright young man with an air of cold aloofness.

Cai Teng said nothing more, only deeply bowing in one direction.

Xiang Wuji had already left; he couldn’t stay here for too long.

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Back Mountain of the Blood Demon Sect.

This was the burial ground of some disciples.

Some sect disciples often received legacies from deceased senior brothers and sisters here.

On this day, some disciples witnessed a strange scene.

A seemingly unremarkable man in black robes sat by a disciple’s tomb, silently drinking.

The disciples buried here had no families or completely regarded the sect as their family. If they had loved ones, they would have long taken them away from this place.

Casual passers-by did not pay much attention.

Xiang Wuji drank a sip of spirit wine, the Drunken Immortal Brew that could intoxicate a Nascent Soul Cultivator, but it had no effect on Xiang Wuji.

He wrote on the tombstone.

Grave of Blood Demon Sect disciple Jing Xueqi — Erected by Sect Master Cai Teng

"Jing Xueqi..."

Xiang Wuji felt little emotion for Jing Xueqi, even if there was some it was only the odd feeling between spouses from a past life.

But Jing Xueqi truly regarded him as her husband.

It was heavily due to Jing Xueqi that Xiang Wuji was able to escape from Ningzhou.

Without Jing Xueqi, he simply could not have left Great Wei.

Jing Xueqi tirelessly ran around for Xiang Wuji, simply because she wanted to save Xiang Wuji.

To save her husband from a past life.

Perhaps in this world, only Jing Xueqi truly understood Xiang Wuji’s plight.

"Dead..."

Xiang Wuji looked at the tombstone in silence.

This is the way of cultivation; if a partner is not of equal Celestial Pride, once the realm cannot match, they can only watch as their loved one ages.

Xiang Wuji did not witness Jing Xueqi aging, but he only found a tombstone in the end.

"Jing Xueqi, in this life, I, Xiang Wuji, have ultimately wronged you."

"If I can find reincarnation, I will surely give you a complete life..."

Xiang Wuji poured spirit wine in front of Jing Xueqi’s grave.

"Moreover..."

Xiang Wuji flipped his hand, revealing a Storage Bag.

A Divinity Transformation Cultivator can already open a Personal Space and doesn’t need a Storage Bag or Storage Ring as a medium.

But Xiang Wuji had always kept this item.

"What you said about dealing with Great Wei, I still don’t know what it is..."

"Did you mean the Great Wei of the Blessed Land or the Great Wei of the Nine Heavens Grotto Heaven..."

Xiang Wuji grasped the last trace of Jing Xueqi’s aura on the grave.

Jing Xueqi could not accompany him, but there were others in this world who could keep up with Xiang Wuji.

Gentle embraces wrapped softly around Xiang Wuji.

A tender face pressed against Xiang Wuji’s back.