With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 333 - 272: The Future

"Brother Wuji, can’t you help Zhao’er just once?"

A girl’s voice, tinged with sobs, sounded.

Xiang Wuji’s expression remained cold, which made Jiangg Zhiqing behind him breathe a sigh of relief and look at Zhao’er with even more hostility.

"Zhao’er, for the sake of our past relationship, you should leave."

"My lord!" As soon as the words fell, Jiangg Zhiqing beside Xiang Wuji was about to rush out.

Suddenly, the True Essence surged, and a sword light pierced toward Zhao’er’s face like thunder.

Jiangg Zhiqing’s home and country were destroyed by Great Wei; though now bound at Xiang Wuji’s side, her memory seal had long been undone, retaining boundless hatred for Great Wei.

If it were any other matter, Jiangg Zhiqing would never defy Xiang Wuji’s will.

Only in her attitude toward Great Wei, Jiangg Zhiqing’s hatred was absolute.

Xiang Wuji sighed casually, easily grasping the sword body of Jiangg Zhiqing’s longsword with his left hand.

Containing violent True Essence, the flying sword capable of slashing mountains now seemed like a sophisticated artifact in Xiang Wuji’s hand.

The sword’s edge cut Xiang Wuji’s skin, blood flowed, yet Xiang Wuji’s expression remained unchanged.

"Brother Wuji!" Zhao’er said nervously.

Xiang Wuji, with his right hand behind his back, flicked lightly with his left hand, and the flying sword was swept aside, returning to Jiangg Zhiqing’s side.

"Please go back."

Xiang Wuji gestured apologetically.

At this moment, Zhao’er slightly bit her teeth and rushed towards Xiang Wuji.

A force field formed as True Essence surged around Xiang Wuji.

Under normal circumstances, even a Golden Core Great Perfection cultivator couldn’t easily approach him.

Zhao’er’s form seemed to turn illusory, as if she ignored all obstacles in front of her.

Seeing Zhao’er drawing nearer, Xiang Wuji’s internal alarms blared.

Blood Flame began to burn continuously on his body, and a Blood Flame Demon God phantom rose behind him.

Heat, desolation, life, blood...

These images ascended from the Demon God’s body; if a mortal were here, just a glimpse would infect them with visions from this Demon God phantom, turning them into a mindless husk.

Summoning the Blood Flame Demon God implied Xiang Wuji was bringing forth his full power.

Yet in the next second, a girl’s fresh scent came rushing towards him.

Three thousand strands of black hair softly brushed Xiang Wuji’s face, and the girl’s face pressed against his, conveying a sense of smoothness and coolness on their foreheads.

But Xiang Wuji had no mind to ponder these sensations.

Scenes suddenly emerged in his mind...

No, it was several scene fragments.

...............

A massive palace complex, its opulence surpassing any royal palace Xiang Wuji had witnessed.

Small Treasure Ships constantly zipped by overhead patrolling, and Array Runes floated in the sky.

Above the palace complex, floating islands hung suspended.

"This place is..."

Xiang Wuji quickly guessed, Great Wei!

No other dynasty could match this place, yet it happened to be a dynasty’s royal palace.

It could only be Great Wei.

"This is the future." A weak voice sounded in Xiang Wuji’s ear.

Startled, Xiang Wuji turned to look at the person beside him.

Still, it was the extremely weakened Zhao’er.

Zhao’er, pale-faced, her body slightly tilted, fell onto Xiang Wuji.

"The future?!"

Xiang Wuji’s gaze subtly changed.

Regardless of cultivating what Dao, as long as they were a cultivator, they all believed in the infinite future theory.

Meaning there was no such thing as fate; everything was ever-changing.

The Great Dao is fifty, Celestial Derivation is forty-nine, a thread of vitality slips away.

This could also be interpreted as man’s triumph over destiny.

"Yes, but Zhao’er can only see the final moments of things..."

"This is... the final moments of the Great Wei Dynasty..."

Zhao’er was weakened, clearly exerting this method exacted a great toll on her.

Narrowing his eyes, Xiang Wuji observed his surroundings.

"No wonder it’s the Great Wei Dynasty."

Xiang Wuji perceived the aura of at least four Nascent Soul cultivators.

In the distance, armored warriors of a style starkly different from Ningzhou marched, somewhat resembling the Celestial Wind One-Character Spirit Puppet Army from before.

From the depths of the Imperial Palace, Xiang Wuji sensed something faintly intimidating, an absolute suppression from a higher life level.

From this, it was evident that Great Wei hadn’t weakened.

Great Wei wasn’t decayed from the passage of time.

Rather, it was... directly annihilated?!

Suddenly, heaven and earth altered.

The azure sky tore apart like a ripped canvas.

Xiang Wuji’s expression drastically changed.

His body stiff and unmoving.

This was Great Wei’s Blessed Land!

The connection channel between the Blessed Land and Ningzhou was directly torn open by the opponent!

Divinity Transformation!!!

Definitely a Divinity Transformation powerhouse!

Xiang Wuji’s mind screamed wildly.

A gap tens of yards in diameter split open in the sky.

A half-visible face suddenly edged closer to the gap, as if an inquisitive child peering into a fish tank.

The alarm sounded throughout the Great Wei Royal Palace complex, powerful auras surged from the ground.

Each one was an outstanding Nascent Soul cultivator.

From the palace complex, fragments of magical artifacts flew out, autonomously assembling into Energy Giant Cannons aimed at the sky.

"Great Wei..."

"Great Wei?"

A voice emanated from the sky’s opening.

Stunned, Xiang Wuji noticed the accent was undeniably the Ningzhou accent.

The Cultivation Realm’s common language was universal, such as Changzhou and Ningzhou’s languages that were entirely identical.

Yet the Jiuzhou Cultivation Realm’s vastness led to each region retaining distinct customs.