With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World

"Your master’s enemies are incredibly strong, so strong that you can’t even imagine. Even I struggle to counter them..."

"Master, you personally guided my cultivation, naturally I will follow you."

"Very well, the true world is about to open before your eyes..."

In a valley of the Nine Curves Cultivation Realm, quite a few Array Masters were setting up arrays.

These arrays were not particularly remarkable, consisting mainly of Spirit Gathering Arrays and Wind-breaking Arrays.

Mere commonplace formations.

However, Master Wei demanded that the esteemed Great Array Masters, all Nascent Souls, come here to arrange them.

One by one, arrays were established on the site.

Wei Yun arrived, and everyone present bowed to Master Wei.

"Master Wei, we are all among our own kind here."

Wei Yun nodded, waved his hand, and an even larger array opened again, enveloping the entire valley, isolating both inside and outside.

There was some disturbance among the cultivators present, but due to Wei Yun’s presence, the commotion quickly subsided.

Present were the key members of the Independent Cultivator Alliance, numbering not too many.

Wei Yun did not explain, but pressed a hand to a particular place.

Wei Yun’s eyes suddenly widened, spatial fragmentation had occurred.

"Im... Immortal!"

The fracturing of space, even for cultivators, is an exceedingly difficult concept to comprehend.

Of course, what Wei Yun did not know was that this was in Jiuzhou Cultivation Realm, where the space is extremely stable. In other Grotto Heaven Blessed Lands, perhaps even a Nascent Soul Cultivator could possess such capability.

Sweat dripped down Wei Yun’s forehead.

Despite his desperate attempts to elevate his perception of his master’s cultivation in the ring,

he still underestimated them.

As the space shattered, a fragrant and lush Secret Realm began to connect gradually.

The cultivators on the opposite side seemed to react quickly.

The spatial passage quickly stabilized, and through the passage, the cultivators on the other side seemed to be using some special Magical Artifact to stabilize the space.

"Heaven-Falling Valley’s unworthy disciple! Pays respect to the Ancestor!"

Numerous Golden Core Cultivators flew out from within, and even two Nascent Soul Cultivators were among them.

Yet everyone, once they emerged, paid tribute to Wei Yun.

Wei Yun was nearly breathless.

Even though, under his master’s guidance, he considered himself unparalleled and invincible, among the present group, he was at most of mediocre level.

So many Golden Cores, enough to flatten ten Nine Curves Cultivation Realms.

Not to mention those few Nascent Soul Great Cultivators.

Wei Yun was instantly drenched with sweat.

Below, the cultivators from the Independent Cultivator Alliance experienced a complete mental shutdown.

Some even doubted they were dreaming, unconsciously falling backward.

"Welcome Ancestor back to the sect!"

By then, not only had the Golden Core and Nascent Soul Cultivators emerged, even disciples from Heaven-Falling Valley in the Blessed Land were pouring out.

A shadowy figure emerged among them.

Wei Yun could hear a joyful voice emanating from the ring.

"Cai Teng, you’re still here."

"Disciple dare not return lightly before seeing Master again... I’ve transformed into the Ghost King." Cai Teng had arrived.

Ghost Cultivators, although long-lived, Cai Teng was unique. By Xiang Wuji’s estimation, he could not hold on much longer. It appeared he had obtained some opportunity within the Blessed Land.

Cai Teng seemed somewhat ethereal, wearing a green robe, looking rather righteous like an Immortal from a story, rather than a malevolent Ghost Cultivator.

"This puppet body was custom-made by the Puppet Master for you beforehand..."

Cai Teng, ignoring the countless others, respectfully spoke toward the ring.

"He is your junior, guide him well in the future."

A ghostly light flowed into the puppet body from the ring.

"The rest are your junior’s people, handle them well, our emergence from Heaven-Falling Valley cannot be known."

The puppets originally made from special wood and gold stone instantly gained a feeling of flesh and blood.

Long jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and swiftly a young man in black covered the puppet body.

As the puppet body completed, Xiang Wuji’s memories in his mind became much more complete.

"Where’s Bai Wangtian, the Puppet Master, Han Yuan..."

Cai Teng was silent.

"All dead."

"How many years have passed..."

"Over six hundred years..."

"So be it..."

Xiang Wuji said no more, and walked alone into Heaven-Falling Valley.

The materials he left for his second life were handed to his disciples.

For Bai Wangtian to live a second life, even with Xiang Wuji’s assistance, required much time and effort.

But now Xiang Wuji had the complete resources first-hand.

Living a second life had become exceedingly simple for Xiang Wuji...

[In the year 13,893 of the Changtian Calendar, you reopened Heaven-Falling Valley, entrusting your Heaven-Returning Soul to the puppet.]

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[In the year 13,894 of the Changtian Calendar, you prepared for the creation of a God and returned to life a second time.]

[With Bai Wangtian’s experience, you successfully reshaped your physical body.]

[Undefeated Demon Blood was imbued within, rapidly enhancing the innate talent of this reborn body.]

[Your Three Spirit Roots quickly evolved to Celestial Spirit Roots, escalating your cultivation speed.]

[However, the original Nine-headed Serpent’s Gaze, Blood Thunder Power, and even Bai Ze Demon Body disappeared.]

[You lost various Divine Techniques, yet your physical body became purer, whether good or ill is unknown.]

[You began to cultivate anew.]

[Over the past six hundred years, Heaven-Falling Valley gradually regained its Primordial Qi, reclaiming the entire Blessed Land as its domain.]

[Armed with abundant resources, you commenced closed-door cultivation.]

[In the year 13,895 of the Changtian Calendar, you spent three months completing Qi Refining, breaking through to Foundation Establishment.]

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[In the year 13,898 of the Changtian Calendar, you spent three years completing Foundation Establishment, forming the Golden Core, and becoming a Golden Core Master.]

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[In the year 13,911 of the Changtian Calendar, you broke through to Mid-Stage Golden Core.]

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[In the year 13,915 of the Changtian Calendar, you reached Golden Core Great Perfection.]

[You encountered a brief bottleneck.]

[You started revisiting old haunts, observing the once-source of the Southern Wilderness Water Vein, Zeyun River, now a Spiritless Land, still showing remnants of buildings on islands amidst an ocean-like river.]

[You wished to know which old friends still accompany you.]

[The same year, you broke the core and formed a baby, becoming a Nascent Soul Cultivator.]

[You desired to head to Jinxia Domain but restrained yourself, as the Ten Thousand Dao Alliance knew too much about the Undefeated Demon Blood. It was difficult to ensure the avoidance of detection by the Alliance’s Divinity Transformation. You continued cultivating.]

[In the year 13,938 of the Changtian Calendar, you broke through to Mid-Stage Nascent Soul.]

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[In the year 13,981 of the Changtian Calendar, you broke through to Late-Stage Nascent Soul.]

[In the year 13,985 of the Changtian Calendar, your cultivation reached Nascent Soul Perfection.]

[Ignoring worldly affairs, devoting solely to cultivation, with Heaven-Falling Valley’s assistance, Wei Yun had already annexed three major Golden Core Sects in the Nine Curves Cultivation Realm, establishing the sect named Cyan Cloud Sect.]

[The rise of Cyan Cloud Sect attracted no attention from any Great Power.]

[In the Southern Wilderness, such cultivation realms are as numerous as cattle, the rise and fall of forces is no unusual affair.]

[In the year 13,988 of the Changtian Calendar, you began traveling through the Southern Wilderness Realm.]

[Visiting places you had once been as well as those you hadn’t.]

[In the Mortal Imperial Capital’s Star-Picking Tower, you drank wine and composed poetry. On a great lake, under the starlit night, you rowed a boat. In mortal bustling markets, you wandered...]

[You once again ascended from mortal to Divinity Transformation.]

[In the year 14,000 of the Changtian Calendar, you broke through to Divinity Transformation for the second time within the Blessed Land, which silently concealed your disturbances, while persistently rejecting you, incapable of harboring a Divinity Transformation.]

[Your gaze turned toward the Jinxia Domain... that was your final thought.]