With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World

The Witch Clan Tribe is quite far from the Human Clan Tribe.

Several masters from the Cyan Blue Tribe escorted Zhao Fu to the Witch Clan Tribe, taking almost half a month.

Zhao Fu was wearing rather coarse linen clothes, which he had improved upon.

Most of the clothing in the tribe remained in the form of grass-weaving and animal skins.

Zhao Fu’s posture was somewhat hunched, his face was lean, and crow’s feet wrinkled at the corners of his eyes.

The aura on him was not particularly high.

Yet, the middle-aged men escorting Zhao Fu were very respectful toward him.

"Elder, we have arrived."

Although the ones escorting Zhao Fu were strong individuals in the Fourth Realm, they were younger than Zhao Fu and more respectful toward him.

Because the Cyan Blue Body Refining Technique, Demon-slaying Saber Technique, and Medicine Pill Technique invented by Zhao Fu greatly benefited all the tribes in the Tianwu Mountains.

Such help meant that fewer people would die in the tribe, and more children could be born.

In this era where survival was the main theme, Zhao Fu’s role exceeded that of a Foundation Establishment Level strongman.

Zhao Fu’s eyes were obscure, yet amidst the obscurity was an unparalleled clarity.

"That is..."

Many towering structures stood.

The towers were rugged in style, but they shone with a special glow.

Vaguely, special runes flickered.

"Arrays of the later generations..." Zhao Fu was slightly startled in his heart.

The vague dream of his past life became more real in his mind.

The dream of the past life, or perhaps a dream of the future.

In that dream, the Path of Cultivation of later generations was showcased.

Relying on the vague images combined with his understanding, he created a special technique that shocked the entire Tianwu Mountains.

He was even summoned by the Witch Race.

Several very tall men and women looked curiously toward the Human Race.

They were about two meters tall.

Their clothing was rugged.

Generally, their faces bore tattoos resembling tiger stripes, with two green Liul hanging from their earlobes.

And their eyes were green.

Otherwise, they didn’t differ much from the Human Race in appearance.

"Witch Race"

Zhao Fu’s eyes squinted slightly.

Although he hadn’t embarked on the Cultivation Dao, he had lived for so many years, and his Spiritual Sense was keen.

"These people are all strong individuals above the Fourth Realm, which is equivalent to a Foundation Establishment of later generations..."

The Human Race masters beside him bowed on the ground when they saw them, paying them respectful homage.

These men looked at the people of the Human Race without malice.

There was only a curious look in their eyes.

That feeling was akin to how the Human Race viewed monkeys that hadn’t yet become demons.

"Cyan Blue Tribe people, right."

"Come along with me."

"You all go and play, don’t stand in the way."

A small giant of about one zhang high came walking from behind.

He shooed away the previous people as if coaxing children.

Zhao Fu barely understood the Witch Race language.

[You’ve arrived at the Witch Clan Tribe.]

[The strong individuals you saw earlier are actually children of this tribe.]

[Yet their Cultivation is comparable to the strongest in the Human Race tribe.]

[Your mastery of the Witch Race language isn’t very strong; it’s intricate and complex, taking you decades to manage everyday communication.]

[The Witch Race leader guiding you was indifferent and didn’t reveal his name.]

[He led you into a building with a unique style.]

[The Witch Race leader awarded you with commendations.]

[You bowed on the ground, like ants.]

[The Witch Race leader praised your achievements, which increased the resources submitted by the Human Race.]

[He bestowed a drop of Witch Race blood as a reward.]

[Everyone bowed their heads in respectful thanks.]

[Only you raised your frail body, lifted your head, and, under the surprised gaze of your companions, asked if you could visit the Witch Clan Tribe.]

[The Witch Race leader did not mind and chuckled lightly, instructing the Witch Race guide who had led you in to lead you in touring the Witch Clan Tribe.]

[A day passed, yet you couldn’t tour even a third of this vast tribe.]

[However, you gained more information.]

[The Witch Race person who led you still didn’t bother to reveal his name.]

[Conversely, those two-meter-tall Witch Race children were somewhat interested in you, and you took out wooden toys crafted with considerable effort in your hand.]

[Some Witch Race children were interested, but after breaking them with a few tries, they left without any reaction to play again.]

[Soon, you saw several slightly shorter children.]

[From them, you felt an inexplicable closeness.]

[On the surface, you remained calm, seemingly still using carefully crafted toys to appease the Witch Race children.]

[During the interaction, you inadvertently touched their wrists.]

[Your heart was shocked.]

[You were almost certain that they had Human Race bloodlines.]

[Observing in secret, you found these slightly shorter Witch Race children had some Human Race traits, milder aura, acting like servants before true Witch Race children.]

[Thoughtful, you pondered.]

[At dusk, you left the Witch Clan Tribe.]

[You still didn’t know the name of the Witch Clan Tribe, nor any name of the Witch Race person.]

[Half a month later, you returned to the Cyan Blue Tribe.]

[You spent three years, combining your observations in the tribe, to write a book called "A Day in the Witch Tribe"]

[Among numerous Human Race tribes, little was known about the Witch Race.]

[But everyone knew Witch Race individuals controlled the life and death of the Human Race.]

[You were among the few to have directly entered the Witch Clan Tribe, and your "A Day in the Witch Tribe" was abbreviated to "Witch’s Travel Record," greatly enriching the Human Race’s knowledge base.]