【At the last moment of your simulated life, through your own efforts, you successfully saved your sister.】
【Your heart is filled with satisfaction, and you die without regrets.】
【Although with your Heavenly Spiritual Root, your future should not end here, you have no regrets in your heart, believing you did the truly right thing.】
【Simulation ends, beginning to tally the highlights.】
【Calculating simulation evaluation…】
【Generating simulation rewards…】
【Host consciousness returns, simulation countdown begins…】
“Familiar ceiling.”
As if tumbled in a washing machine for dozens of rounds.
Xu Xi’s mind buzzed with noise, and upon regaining clarity, he found himself back in the real world.
Sitting half-reclined in a wheelchair.
Just in time to gaze at the white ceiling.
Xu Xi slightly lowered his head, noticing the book he held before the simulation started, its cover clean, without dust.
“Spent so many years in the simulation world, yet the real world remains unchanged?”
“This must be the so-called time pause.”
Xu Xi breathed a sigh of relief, glad it wasn’t a setting where time in both worlds synchronized, or else after one simulation, he’d surely be on the missing persons list.
Beep—beep—beep—
The simulator’s alert sounded incessantly.
Seemingly settling the rewards for the first simulation.
Xu Xi ignored it, maneuvering his wheelchair to the bedside, laboriously using his hands to lift himself, slowly moving to lie down on the bed.
Closing his eyes, directly resting.
He was just too tired.
Although after leaving the simulation world, he was freed from the body on the verge of collapse, Xu Xi’s mental state had not refreshed or recovered.
Thus.
Sleep first, talk later.
“Splash—”, half-asleep, it seemed like the sound of rain came from outside.
…
Torrential rain poured down, as if the heavenly river overturned, submerging the entire Heavenly Sword Sect in a vast mist, even diluting the thick scent of blood.
The rain was fierce, stirring up splashes.
But the girl remained unmoved.
Just kneeling there, dazedly looking down at the ground, hands slightly cupped, as if trying to hold something.
But under the rain’s wash, the sand and mud she cupped all slipped through her fingers.
Nothing could be held.
The only thing found was a tattered piece of cloth, the only ‘relic’ left after that person’s death, originally plain white, now blackened by blood.
Even the torrential rain couldn’t wash it clean.
The girl just sat quietly, eyes hollow with despair, clutching the cloth tightly.
No matter how much she refused to admit.
No matter how much she refused to believe.
The tearing pain, the heart-wrenching regret, the surging hatred, all clearly told Xu Moli that her elder brother was dead, died in the most tragic way before her eyes.
The elder brother who would light a fire to warm her in the cold winter was dead.
The elder brother who would bustle about all day, using hard-earned money to buy her sweets, was dead.
The elder brother who stayed by her side, caring for her without leaving during her unconsciousness, was dead.
Elder brother—
Really dead.
Ah, ah, ah.
That hero who belonged only to her, the ever-bright and warm sun in her heart, would never return.
Not a brief separation, but an eternal farewell.
Xu Moli’s heartbeat grew fainter amidst the noisy rain, as if it could stop at any moment, her eyes long devoid of tears, only dry sorrow and despair.
She wished she could just die and be done with it.
But even such a thought was a luxury.
Because this life was saved by her elder brother, if she died so recklessly, then her elder brother’s death would be meaningless.
Thus, Xu Moli decided to abandon herself, letting despair engulf her.
Outside, the battle raged fiercely.
It seemed other righteous sects had come to aid, joining forces with the Heavenly Sword Sect’s cultivators at the critical moment, repelling the demonic cultivators, who fled in panic.
These no longer concerned Xu Moli.
Righteous or demonic.
She no longer had the heart to care.
Just amidst the fierce sounds of battle, the girl’s previously lifeless pupils flickered for a moment, hearing someone mention her elder brother.
“Damn, these hypocritical righteous cultivators came so fast!”
“The plan has failed, retreat quickly!”
“Haha, at least we broke even, besides killing three Nascent Souls, there’s also the Heavenly Sword Sect’s top disciple, what was his name, Xu Xi?”
“A real monster, killing over a dozen Golden Cores alone, luckily he’s dead now.”
“Genius? Just a lucky bastard!”
Unforgivable…
Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable!
Unforgivable to slander her elder brother so wantonly, unforgivable to be so powerless herself, she must, must do something!
“Boom!”
Thunder shook the sky.
In the dim world, a flash of lightning illuminated a hundred miles around.
Xu Moli rose amidst the storm, tear-stained, neither crying nor laughing, completely devoid of her own will, moving forward solely on a stubborn resolve.
She silently picked up the cloth soaked with the blood of her beloved.
Tied it around her long hair.
Her hair fluttered, murderous intent brimming, holding her elder brother’s wooden sword, she alone charged towards the fleeing demonic cultivators.
One sword strike, the heavens and earth were shocked.
One sword strike, ghosts and gods wept.
One sword strike, the Golden Core solidified.
“I want you all… to accompany my elder brother in death,” the girl cried and laughed, uttering such chilling words, entering the path with murderous intent, treating the Foundation Establishment bottleneck as nothing, instantly forming a Golden Core.
Wherever the wooden blade reached, everything was cut.
Whether Golden Core or Nascent Soul.
All were cut with a single sword.
Someone shouted, telling everyone not to panic, since they could kill Xu Xi, naturally they could kill Xu Xi’s sister.
But as soon as he finished speaking, his vision tilted, rolling several times.
In the last moment of his life, what he saw was a blurred figure, her white clothes stained red, holding a wooden sword, she, killed even more fiercely.
Kill, kill again, keep killing!
Kill until all who slandered her elder brother no longer exist!
“Hahaha—”, Xu Moli let out a sick laugh, her beautiful face covered in blood, tilting her head to look at the remaining demonic cultivators, pacing in the void.
Seemingly walking very slowly, but each step covered an immense distance.
Startling the demonic cultivators present.
They wanted to flee, but there was no escape, no matter how far they ran, they would be caught by the astonishing sword light, feeling their life fade in the ultimate tear.
“…”
Righteous cultivators arrived, originally intending to help in the pursuit.
But seeing the mountains and fields of demonic corpses.
They immediately shivered.
Dared not approach Xu Moli.
Such a scene was too horrifying, limbs and arms constantly falling from the sky, blood mixing with rain, forming a shocking boundless blood rain.
In the center of the blood rain, the girl stood alone, beneath her feet was the mountain of corpses and sea of blood she had personally forged.
