With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World

[You did not act impulsively]

[You returned to the Star Sea.]

[You deeply memorized the coordinates of the Transmission Array.]

[This is a natural Transmission Array, seemingly leaving traces of the Demon Race; you don’t know its origin.]

[To prevent the Star Sea from suffering a new attack from Demon Race forces, you observe the transmitter and disrupt one of its Spiritual Qi Nodes.]

[And you cover it thoroughly.]

[At the age of 496, you refine the Qi Refining Path again, proposing a new idea.]

[The Qi Refining Path could perhaps be divided into nine layers, with exceptional people breaking through to a tenth layer.]

[The current tenth layer holds no significance, but when Foundation Establishment replaces Heartbeat in the future, your envisioned tenth layer might increase the odds of breakthrough.]

[At the age of 501, you feel the end approaching...]

Zhao Fu, old and frail, with gray and white long hair like withered grass, no longer has the vitality of the past.

By his side are a group of disciples, their eyes brimming with tears as they look at Zhao Fu.

"Birth, sickness, old age, and death—all are destined; no need for sorrow."

Zhao Fu looks toward the surrounding disciples.

Most of the first batch of disciples he recruited have reached the end of their lives.

Even that genius he quite admired remains stuck at the bottleneck of the Golden Core.

While most other disciples can’t even break through the Heartbeat Realm.

The clouded eyes of Zhao Fu carry a calm serenity.

Birth, childhood, youth, adolescence, adulthood, old age, decrepitude...

He has seen too much.

"After I pass, you shall divide my Spirit Stones and other resources among yourselves."

"If you wish to join other veins, I naturally permit it."

"If not, then take the resources and cultivate well; someday, become a Golden Core."

"Master!"

Among them, a female disciple already sobs uncontrollably.

Zhao Fu says no more.

"Still, there is no standard method of annual records."

"I don’t know the time of major events, incapable of benchmarking."

Zhao Fu speculates in his heart as he begins preparing for reincarnation.

Jiuzhou Cultivation Realm is vast.

The probability of Zhao Fu being born in the same place is exceedingly small.

"The human base in Star Sea has existed for over ten thousand years, but even for a 500-year-old Golden Core, ten thousand years is too long—ancient history is hard to record."

"A unified annual record cannot be formed."

"I simply have no way to benchmark time."

"However, in the south of Star Sea, I set up a secret room, hiding some resources... hopefully useful in the next life."

Zhao Fu sighs in his heart.

All cultivation techniques are memorized; Spirit Grass will rot with time, so Zhao Fu can only leave behind durable items like Spirit Stones.

"Boom———"

The sky suddenly changes color.

Zhao Fu sharply turns to look at the first vein of today’s Cyan Cloud Twelve Veins, also the main peak.

"Senior Brother Xiao, you are still unwilling to let go."

Zhao Fu sighs.

In the next second, his robe flutters without wind.

The True Essence that was about to silence bursts forth again.

The breath of vitality reappears on Zhao Fu’s body.

He turns into a stream of light towards the main peak.

"I, Xiao Lin!"

"With indestructible will, Celestial Spirit Root aptitude, Cyan Cloud predecessors’ legacy."

"With my blood, my flesh, my soul."

"Borrow the way from heaven, help me condense Nascent Soul!"

An old man with white hair roars furiously at the sky.

His aura begins to rise wildly.

In an instant, the wind and clouds change.

All cultivators of Cyan Cloud Immortal Mountain rise and look with shock and uncertainty at the white-haired elder.

"That’s Master Xiao."

"The top-tier strongman of the western Star Sea, ranked second among the strong of Immortal Mountains."

"Master Xiao has been in seclusion for many years, but in numerous battles against the Demon Country a hundred years ago, his kill count of Great Demons is greater than Master Zhao’s!"

"He is one of the few Celestial Spirit Roots in Star Sea."

"He’s also our biggest hope of Cyan Cloud Immortal Mountain to breakthrough to the Golden Core..."

Disciples’ eyes shine, muttering.

They explain to newly admitted disciples.

For a moment, the entire Cyan Cloud Immortal Mountain boils.

Wind and clouds transform, with faint thunderclouds gathering in the sky.

Spiritual Qi Storm roars, raising terrifying waves on the sea.

Xiao Lin looks at the sky, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"I, Xiao Lin, arrogantly self-proclaimed, have cultivated painfully for 500 years."

"Yet difficult to find the true solution."

"Heaven and earth plague our Human Race!!"

Furious flames ignite on Xiao Lin.

These are not his Divine Techniques but the burning of all his power.

This time is either a breakthrough or a fall.

Even if breakthrough succeeds, his lifespan will be reduced by three to four tenths.

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Xiao, I come to lend you a hand."

"Consider this repaying the karma of battles entangled with you in youth."

Zhao Fu laughs heartily, flames rising from him.

"Junior Brother Zhao!"

Xiao Lin’s eyes widen.

In the next moment, the flames on Zhao Fu turn into the last trace of blue ghostly light, landing on Xiao Lin.

This is the pure essence after burning everything Zhao Fu has.

"Break through for me!!!"

Zhao Fu’s consciousness gradually blurs.

In his ears come roaring shouts.

Zhao Fu squints his eyes, body falling, with blurred vision focusing only on Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin carries the hope of this lifetime.

"Bang——"

The longsword accompanying Zhao Fu for a lifetime first falls to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Soon Zhao Fu sees Xiao Lin burst into a blood mist in the sky.

This exceptionally gifted Celestial Spirit Root senior brother failed.

Zhao Fu’s consciousness sinks into darkness.

His disciples find their way here, lift the longsword, but kneel to the ground, unable to rise for a long time.