With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 138 - 137: Immortal Slaying Saber, Anomaly!
The tranquil Qingqiu River began to surge vigorously.
Countless images started reflecting in the rolling waters, as if countless figures were crossing time and space through the river to arrive at this place.
Each of the heartlands of the Nine Sects carried a trace of aura linked to the Qingqiu River.
It wasn’t just the Qingqiu River.
In the other eight rivers, various anomalies were also occurring.
All Nine Rivers began to surge and stir.
The Golden Core Masters of the Nine Rivers domain emerged one after another, faces complex as they gazed at the Nine Rivers.
In marketplaces, the wild, sects, and families.
Countless cultivators watched the riverbank with looks of awe and excitement.
Opportunity!
The first thought that flashed across the minds of the cultivators, who battled fate year after year, was these two words.
However, such opportunities had nothing to do with them.
Some cultivators arrived at the Qingqiu River ahead of time.
The entire Qingqiu River resounded with subtle ethereal sounds, as if something was set to activate within.
One particular cultivator, with a crazed expression, looked at the Qingqiu River and clenched his teeth.
"Fortune favors the bold! I’m going for it!" he shouted, then charged towards the Qingqiu River with the wind.
In an instant, his whole body’s True Essence was absorbed by the Qingqiu River, and he fell into the river with fear on his face.
The river water flooded into his lungs, and soon his figure became an illusion, gradually merging with the river.
Seeing this tragic sight, the followers halted their steps.
There were no living beings in the Qingqiu River because of its ’spirit-absorbing’ nature.
The moment one touches the Qingqiu River, their True Essence is absorbed, and once it’s depleted, their flesh and soul are next.
However, previously, cultivators could fly over the Qingqiu River, but now it seemed a prohibitive rule had appeared over it.
"The Kunmi Mountain Secret Realm is opening!"
"Only those with the strongest talents can step into Kunmi Mountain!"
This information began to spread among the crowd, causing many cultivators to show expressions of disappointment.
Some cultivators refused to believe it, thinking it was a lie fabricated by the Nine Sects to monopolize the Kunmi Mountain opportunity.
There were also those curious about who the most talented person downstream of the Qingqiu River was now.
The Nine Sects naturally wouldn’t reveal the information about the Preaching Envoys or Reincarnators to the public; even Ouyang Yun, a core Elder of the Longevity Pavilion, only learned of it now.
"Where is Brother Ouyang Yan? If it’s about talent, it has to be our Cyan Yuan Sword Sect’s Sword Son!"
"Hmph, talent? Just a warrior who knows how to fight. If you ask me, the most talented has to be Master Cao of the Cloud Cauldron Pavilion."
"Li Wentian from the Li Family, with his unrivaled Body Refining Techniques, is like a humanoid monster. Who can compare?"
"Oh no! Flowing Light..."
"Flowing Light is falling toward the Sword Sect, Brother Ouyang Yan... has fallen..."
"What?"
"What? Master Cao is unconscious?"
...............
The descending Flowing Light shocked the world.
But the Flowing Light was just a fleeting moment, and soon people’s attention returned to the surging river.
Only then did they realize that the Flowing Light had almost killed those recognized as geniuses.
"Whose handiwork is behind this... Could the Golden Core Ancestors not stop these Flowing Lights...?"
Everyone exchanged bewildered looks.
"Boom————" The large river roared, rolling to the sides, revealing a pathway in the middle.
A youth holding a longsword, wearing a proud expression, walked slowly into the river.
Some cultivators tried to follow, only to be torn to shreds by Sword Qi in the next moment.
"Hmph, do you think this place is for the likes of you?"
"It’s Ye Lingtian of the Cyan Yuan Sword Sect..."
Many cultivators stared blankly as Ye Lingtian walked along the riverbed, heading to the center of the Qingqiu River.
"Boom————"
The large river roared again, a path opening.
A red-haired youth walked calmly into the Qingqiu River.
"Xiao Chi of the Golden Flame Mansion..."
...
"That’s Situ Kong of Star-Picking Tower..."
"Jie Fangtao of Longevity Pavilion!"
Each of the Nine Sects sent a representative into the Qingqiu River.
The aura of Qingqiu River resonated with theirs, and the river water retreated to the sides, transforming the riverbed into a narrow path.
From above, nine paths could be distinctly seen along the sides of the Qingqiu River, tiny compared to the river itself yet steadfast in blocking the waters.
In the sky, more than a dozen formidable figures appeared without anyone knowing when.
They were the Golden Core Masters of the Nine Sects.
Golden Core Masters, with a lifespan of eight hundred years and mana vast like the sea.
Even these old monsters, who had endured centuries of life’s vicissitudes, now bore complicated expressions in their eyes as they gazed upon the earth.
"We’ve calculated everything for this event; it must succeed."
"However, we still need to rely on the Preaching Envoys..."
"Hmph! If not for them, why would we have to worry so much..."
The Golden Core Masters’ Divine Senses clashed and communicated among themselves.
"Huh? Brother Chen, why hasn’t that little girl from your sect set out yet?"
Some Golden Core Masters inquired of Elder Chen from the Celestial Dust Sect.
The Golden Core cultivator with the surname Chen raised his eyebrows, his Divine Sense scanning downward.
"No problem."
By the riverside.
"Miaomiao, go."
"If you don’t leave now, it’ll be too late. This is a great opportunity for all of you, and it’s also a great opportunity for our Celestial Dust Sect!"
Sha Miaomiao clenched her hands tightly, her eyes scanning the surrounding area, seemingly searching for someone, but her gaze frequently turned towards the direction of the Longevity Pavilion.
Meanwhile, the Third Elder of the Celestial Dust Sect, Sha Miaomiao’s father Sha Chen, was continuously urging Sha Miaomiao.
"Once you come out of the Secret Realm, you’ll naturally be able to meet Ouyang Yun again. This isn’t a life-and-death farewell, you stubborn girl, hurry up and go in."
Sha Miaomiao sighed.
She had no choice but to head toward the Secret Realm.
In Sha Miaomiao’s view, this was just like the South Mountain Secret Realm, merely an opportunity.
Even if she stayed for a few years, what would it matter? Ten years isn’t too long for their Foundation Establishment Cultivation.
In her previous life, Sha Miaomiao also thought this way, never expecting that she would be away for nearly three cycles of time.
"Master Ouyang."
"Greetings to Master Ouyang."
"Master Ouyang."
The crowd suddenly became restless, automatically parting as the gray-clad Ouyang Yun emerged.
Beside him stood many people flattering him.
"Master Ouyang may still give it a try."
"However... it seems that the Nine Sects each have their own representative now."
"Master Ouyang’s junior brother Jie Fangtao seems to have already gone up..."
Each representative from the Nine Sects appeared, as if they had come to an agreement. It’s impossible for cultivators not to speculate.
"Ouyang." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Sha Miaomiao immediately flew towards Ouyang Yun, affectionately throwing herself into his arms.
Some of the newly initiated disciples of the Celestial Dust Sect were left dumbfounded.
Who is Sha Miaomiao? A terrifying Great Demon King, whoever provokes her, regardless of their status or affiliation, lying in bed for a year and a half would be considered fortunate.
And now Sha Miaomiao was acting coy in a man’s arms?
A bit of a contrast.
Yet, many female cultivators envied Sha Miaomiao, for Ouyang Yun was handsome and elegant, with an upright figure and a demeanor that was inclusive like the Sea Acception, providing a sense of security.
How could such a perfect and ideal Dao Companion end up with a woman known only for her violence?
Ouyang Yun gently stroked Sha Miaomiao’s head, a gentle smile on his face.
"Alright Miaomiao, go ahead, don’t waste time."
"I want you to come with me."
"Okay, I promise you."
"Really... really?" Sha Miaomiao looked up at Ouyang Yun.
"If you’re lying to me... if you trick me..."
"When have I ever lied to you." Ouyang Yun gently pushed Sha Miaomiao toward Qingqiu River.
Sha Miaomiao turned her head to glance at Ouyang Yun, then stepped into Qingqiu River.
Sha Chen watched the entire process from the side.
He looked at Ouyang Yun with a slight sigh in his heart.
Sha Chen knew the deeper details and believed that with Ouyang Yun’s status, he too was aware of these things.
This departure might be a final farewell.
If Ouyang Yun doesn’t break through to the Golden Core or Fake Core, perhaps he could only meet Sha Miaomiao again in the last moments of his life.
As Sha Miaomiao’s father, Sha Chen also hoped it wouldn’t be so, but what in this world ever goes as one wishes?
Sha Chen shook his head.
Ouyang Yun flew up into the air, hands behind his back, gazing down at the nine pathways crossing Qingqiu River.
All nine paths led to the midpoint of Qingqiu River, which was also connected to Kunmi Mountain.
The loose cultivators by the riverbank were still not giving up.
Many cultivators were racking their brains trying to find a way to enter.
But whether following the nine people’s footsteps or trying to enter Qingqiu River from elsewhere, it always resulted in death.
It seemed as if this time the Kunmi Mountain Secret Realm was opened especially for them.
"What a pity..."
"Yun’er." Sikong Jingyang appeared next to Ouyang Yun at some unknown time, also sighing as he patted Ouyang Yun’s shoulder.
This lifetime, Ouyang Yun knew more, even being told in advance about Sha Miaomiao’s need for his Pure Yang Qi.
Even without reincarnation, Ouyang Yun knew that this time was nearly an eternal farewell.
"Master... do you think this is destined?"
"Reincarnation, some things are empty illusions, but indeed it is destined."
Sha Chen, beside them, nodded as well.
Ouyang Yun landed on a part of the riverside.
He patted his storage pouch, and a longsword wrapped tightly in black cloth appeared in his hand.
Ouyang Yun could feel the heat emanating from the sword.
This was an Ancient Magical Treasure taken by Ouyang Yun from a relic at the upper reaches of Minglan River.
With a shock of True Essence, the black cloth wrapped around the blade shattered into fragments.
A black longsword was exposed.
On the sword’s spine, two characters were carelessly carved using ancient cultivation text, Immortal Slayer.
At first glance, this sword seemed nothing special, as some Divine Weapons found in the mundane Jianghu appeared much more imposing.
But upon closer inspection, the two characters ’Immortal Slayer’ seemed to possess magical power that drew people in.
