It's just a simulation game, how did the fairy become real?

The original Tianzheng Mountain Gate has now disappeared.

The remaining ruins are smooth, mirror-like surfaces.

At this moment, Tianzheng Sect and all its disciples became history.

In the sky, all the Golden Core cultivators who had escaped wore expressions of relief, as if they had survived a calamity.

For those who run slowly, injuries are nothing; even those who lose an arm or a leg still look relieved.

The forces of heaven and earth cannot be stopped by anyone!

The final sword strike had long transcended the realm of mere techniques!

The completion of the Golden Core stage is intolerable to the world, so the sect leader directly used himself as bait, borrowing this world to target the sect leader.

“Master…”

Lu Yuan looked at his silent master and called out softly.

"Walk."

The old Taoist priest led the way away without looking back.

However, his back view was slightly hunched.

Few people in the world know that he and the sect leader grew up wearing the same pair of pants.

No one else knew about their centuries-old friendship.

Today... they are separated by death.

Su Chen faced the ruins.

I bow again.

The sect leader guessed his plan; after all, his true intentions had already been revealed in the course of his game.

From the moment they left the prison, the other party had already made up their mind about everything.

After she took the place of the saintess and agreed to pass on her mantle,

The sect leader no longer had any worries.

The other party knew that he was being used.

But as the sect leader himself said, the root of the problem lies with him.

Even with the suspicion of being taken advantage of, they still went without hesitation.

"Master, where are we going?"

"I don't know, but we should stay away from here."

"Far away?"

The cult leader is not..."

"You're overthinking it. We're still not safe."

The moment Su Chen left with the Holy Maiden, the familiar dizziness finally returned.

Intervention complete!

The upheaval at Tianzheng Gate shook the entire nation.

[The once number one sect in the world is now nothing but a flat, leveled land.]

The Holy Fire Cult suffered heavy losses; the once arrogant cult vanished without a trace overnight.

No one knows whether the Holy Fire Sect leader was taken away by the other party after that sword strike.

A brief period of calm descended upon the world.

You know in your heart that the Holy Fire Cult's dormancy is only temporary.

The survival ability of a cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core stage is far beyond that of ordinary cultivators.

[Rather than believing they perished together, you'd rather believe the cult leader was severely injured by that sword strike.]

You've tricked the cult leader; you know in your heart that he won't let you off the hook.

So you took the Holy Maiden and traveled far and wide, preparing to break through to the Golden Core stage.

For others, the Golden Core stage bottleneck is like an insurmountable chasm.

But for you, the foundation is already solid, and everything will fall into place naturally.

You sense that you are about to make a breakthrough, and the impact of that breakthrough could be enormous.

Even with all your elaborate arrangements, you still can't conceal the commotion that's enough to engulf the world.

You have devoured all the spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of miles.

[Baptized by lightning, blessed by auspicious clouds.]

Both of them are legends from thousands of years ago.

This is a privilege only extraordinary geniuses can enjoy.

And now, it appears in you at the same time.

Countless cultivators rushed to the scene, only to find ruins everywhere.

You hid in the shadows, still shaken, waiting a long time before finally finding a chance to escape.

On that day, the whole world heard the news: a genius had been born, and the future held promise!

Without a behemoth like the Holy Fire Cult secretly stirring things up, those scattered demonic cultivators simply couldn't cause any real trouble.

For the next three years, the world enjoyed a peace far greater than ever before.

[Various forces are rapidly expanding, tacitly dividing up the former territories of the Tianzheng Sect and the Holy Fire Sect.]

Although there were occasional frictions, the overall situation remained calm.

"Master, this is too difficult."

"It's impossible to train like that."

The saintess pouted as she looked at her master. The techniques of the Heavenly Righteous Sect were completely different from those of the Holy Fire Sect.

The saintess's desire to cultivate herself means starting all over again.

Start by changing your perspective on spiritual practice!

"It's been three years, and you haven't even entered the sect yet. I really don't know how the sect leader could have chosen you in the first place."

Lin Yun sighed. The basics of this method should not be difficult to grasp, but the difficulty lies in the vast number of areas involved.

The saintess was precisely lacking this part.

Even though the Holy Maiden had been exposed to a large number of cultivation techniques before, those were only superficial and insufficient to sustain her cultivation.

For the past three years, the saintess has only been laying the foundation.

"Once you get the hang of it, things should get faster."

Don't rush.

Lin Yun patted the saintess's head to soothe her emotions.

In these three years, he has completely stabilized his realm and is attempting to break through to the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

The blessings from heaven and earth provided him with considerable assistance.

Whether it's gaining insights or accumulating knowledge, one day of learning is worth ten days for others.

What might be a bottleneck for others is nothing to him, not even a stumbling block.

But Lin Yun always felt a sense of pressure.

Where exactly is the leader of the Holy Fire Cult?

That sword strike pierced the heavens and the earth.

Even today, the ruins of Tianzheng Gate still exude a chilling aura of swordsmanship.

Some fearless sword cultivators often approached that place to comprehend sword intent.

The Holy Fire Cult remained silent for three years, leading many to believe that its leader was dead.

Only a very small number of people never dared to let their guard down.

"Golden Core Perfection..."

I hope that when they come knocking, I'll have the ability to protect myself!

"Master! I think I've mastered the basics!"

Just as Lin Yun's mind was in turmoil, he suddenly heard the Saintess's silvery laughter.

At the same time, the sound of the bronze whistle also rang out.

Over the past three years, the saintess seems to have become increasingly dependent on him.

That bronze whistle also became a tool for the saintess to "harass" him.

However, both of them enjoyed it.

Master~

"As promised, once I've mastered the craft, I'll give myself a name!"

The saintess stared at him with her big, bright eyes, not blinking.

"You've been holding back for three years, what name are you going to choose?"

Forest……"

"Not surnamed Lin!"

My surname isn't Lin!

The surname is Lin... Oh no!

"What's wrong with having the surname Lin?"

I was the eighteenth child in my family. Eighteen is associated with the element of wood, and two trees together make a forest.