With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World

However, in the next second, an incredibly explosive aura swept across the surrounding forest.

Zhao Fu’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hmm? The aura of the Spiritual Martial Realm?" The Spiritual Martial Realm corresponds to the Foundation Establishment life level.

However, in Zhao Fu’s view, the strength of the Spiritual Martial Realm is slightly inferior to the Heartbeat Cultivators of the Star Sea.

"Why is there a Spiritual Martial cultivator here?"

"Boom——————"

Flames turned the earth into a scorched wasteland.

At the same time, the massive commotion attracted several surrounding cultivators.

They all looked at the center of the commotion with uncertainty, where the Molten Rock Giant stood.

Beneath the Molten Rock Giant, a teenager kneeled partially.

Someone nearby gasped, seemingly recognizing the teenager.

"Kill!"

"Kill them all! Spare no one!"

The teenager, clutching his eyes, spoke almost irrationally.

The aura of the Molten Rock Giant surged explosively.

At this moment, its massive body was as agile as a flying swallow.

In an instant, several screams echoed.

Apparently, this Molten Rock Giant involved some secret, and the teenager chose to silence witnesses.

No cultivators of the Spiritual Martial Realm would enter the Hundred Flowers Secret Realm.

This was not only a requirement of the Hundred Flower Forest.

It was also a requirement of the Secret Realm.

The Secret Realm could not withstand such powerful strength.

Zhao Fu, not wanting to meddle, turned to leave.

However, the Molten Rock Giant seemed to have locked onto everyone nearby.

One by one, the geniuses who were once well-known in their hometowns were reduced to ashes.

"Quick, find the senior brother..."

Cries of alarm rang out continuously.

Soon, a wave of heat appeared behind Zhao Fu.

With such speed, it was no wonder the teenager was confident in silencing all witnesses who saw his appearance.

Zhao Fu sighed.

"Why force me?"

The blue mark on Zhao Fu’s forehead instantly turned blue.

"Bang————"

A soft sound.

Water mist spread through the entire forest in an instant.

Zhao Fu drew out his longsword.

Flowing water coated his longsword.

"I have cultivated in the Star Sea for a thousand years, and I excel in the Water Element."

Flowing water covered the Sword Qi.

The Flowing Water Sword Blade was instantaneously condensed to an incredibly solid state.

The Sword Qi enveloped the flowing water, continuously compressing the True Essence on it.

In the mist, water attribute chains flew out, tightly binding the Molten Rock Giant.

The Molten Rock Giant wanted to roar and struggle.

Yet the next second, a chill seemed to transform into a thin line.

The face of the Molten Rock Giant stiffened.

Its body split into two and fell.

Eighty percent of the True Essence in Zhao Fu’s body was infused into this sword light.

Taking a breath, he reached out and caught a light orb that fell from the giant when it died, then vanished.

When the water mist dispersed, the crowd could only see a split-in-half giant.

And the teenager who summoned the giant, now ashen-faced.

[This water-forming sword concentrated most of your strength; without high-level experience, even the most talented individuals could not compress such a small amount of power into a higher-level attack like you.]

[After regaining some breath, you discovered that the light point taken from the Molten Rock Giant’s body seemed to be a mechanical creation.]

[Upon slight research, you found that injecting Fire True Essence could make the mechanical creation respond.]

[If there were enough Fire Element Spiritual Objects, perhaps this creation could summon the Molten Rock Giant again.]

[Where did that teenager acquire such a creation?]

[You continued to search until your pack was filled with Spirit Grass.]

[You even started consuming Spirit Grass continuously, accumulating medicinal power, waiting to break through to the Spiritual Martial Realm.]

[However, one day.]

[You searched for Spirit Grass into a ravine.]

[The ravine had a waterfall, and suddenly the splashes covered you.]

[The surrounding world seemed to transform again.]

[Only a Giant Peach Tree remained before your eyes.]

[Beneath the Giant Peach Tree was the entire Hundred Flowers Secret Realm.]

[A seed floated in front of the Peach Blossom Tree, then flew into your forehead.]

[You were doubtful and uneasy.]

[Then some information appeared in your mind, revealing that this was Peach Green Wood, a Heaven and Earth Spirit Seed.]

[This was also the greatest reliance of the Hundred Flower Forest; the world only knew the Hundred Flowers Secret Realm, not Peach Green Wood.]

[This Spirit Seed transformed into illusion within your True Essence.]

[You could feel that your Wind Thunder Five Elements Spirit Body seemed to have assimilated this Spirit Seed.]

[The virtual saplings grow within your Dantian.]

[With a slight movement of your thoughts, various wonderful uses of the Spirit Seed appear in your mind.]

[After refining this object, you begin to explore this special space.]

[It seems to be a space that emerged alongside the Peach Green Wood.]

[You climb up the treetop; above it, there is a platform...]

Zhao Fu gently leaps.

He leaps onto the platform.

His ears twitch slightly, and his face changes.

There’s a whispering voice from afar.

But the specifics are unclear.

Zhao Fu’s face shows constant hesitation, yet he still grasps his longsword, intending to investigate further.

After all, Zhao Fu doesn’t know if he’ll automatically return to Hundred Flowers County after the time is up, like the cultivators in the Hundred Flowers Secret Realm.

"Hmm?!"

Zhao Fu walks up the steps.

The steps have traces of bloodstains.

"Impossible..."

"Impossible..."

"Ascension... Ascension is a conspiracy."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fu’s face changes again.

He quickly moves forward.

He discovers a man in black, left with only a chest, a hand, and a head.

And a woman’s neck almost squeezed by that hand.

The woman is clearly Lady Hundred Flowers, who disappeared in the Hundred Flowers Secret Realm long ago.

Lady Hundred Flowers’ cultivation level is astounding.

She reached the later Spirit Transformation Stage of the Spiritual Martial Realm early, her cultivation profound.

But now her eyes bulge, not resting in peace.

That man, with only half of his body remaining, has lifeless eyes, under which is a dry stream of blood and tears.

The body that should have lost its vitality long ago now faintly retains a wisp of eerie vitality.

The man’s mouth continuously repeats those words in a cycle.

"Impossible..."

"Ascension... is a conspiracy..."

"The Upper Realm... the Upper Realm feasts on my clan..."

"Ascension... is a conspiracy..."

"The Upper Realm... the Upper Realm feasts on my clan..."

"Impossible..."

The monotonous repetition continues.

Zhao Fu takes a deep breath, bracing himself to approach.

"Resentment... It’s boundless resentment."

What flows from the man are traces of resentment that Zhao Fu, over thousands of cycles, has never witnessed.

It’s resentment brewed from unwillingness, anger, regret, hatred—countless negative emotions.

"Senior, what exactly is after the ascension?"

Zhao Fu’s words seem to trigger some switch.

The man suddenly turns his head, staring fiercely at Zhao Fu.

His hand releases Lady Hundred Flowers.

Then begins swinging meaninglessly.

"Tell them, stop them!"

"Don’t ascend! Don’t ascend!!"

"The Upper Realm feasts on my clan!!!"

"No! No! I am unwilling, I am unwilling!!!"

"Why, why is it like this!"

The man cries and laughs, seemingly trying to shed tears, but finds even his blood tears have long dried up.

With his remaining hand, he desperately crawls towards Zhao Fu.

Zhao Fu doesn’t move.

Allowing him to grab his ankle.

"Promise me, stop them!"

"Stop them! You must not ascend, you must not ascend!"

Four eyes meet.

The man hesitates, not seeing fear or confusion in Zhao Fu’s eyes.

Unlike that woman who only wanted to gain benefits from him.

From the boy’s eyes in front of him, he can find an unwavering determination.

That determination seemingly existed even thousands of years ago.

Though feeling it absurd, the man’s perception of Zhao Fu truly aligns with this.

Suddenly, he chuckles, no matter how strong the resentment, if unwilling to become a ghost, the resentment cannot sustain his final bit of life.

The few steps taken exhausted his last ounce of strength.

"Promise me..."

Zhao Fu remains silent, then bows to him.

When Zhao Fu slightly raises his head, the man no longer has any breath.

Zhao Fu flips over Lady Hundred Flowers, but finds that she’s irreversibly dead.

Yet, a booklet falls from her body.