With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 334 - 272: Future (Part 2)

And this... is this Ningzhou’s Divinity Transformation?

"True Destiny Emperor?"

"Hahaha, finally, I’ve nurtured one."

A hand stretched wide, like the hand of an ancient giant.

Yet it rapidly shrank in an instant, transforming into the form of a white-bearded Daoist.

"External invasion! External invasion!"

"Defend!"

"Dear sirs, we must rely on you!"

Numerous massive Energy Giant Cannons were assembled, with a large number of Spirit Stones shattering into pure energy condensing within the giant cannon.

Although these top-tier giant cannons had been cooling for a while, each attack was equivalent to a casual strike of a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

In the distance, warships were swiftly mobilized.

Moreover, Nascent Soul Cultivators hurriedly rushed from afar.

The old Daoist merely flicked the duster in his hand, and the strands on the duster rapidly expanded and inflated.

Originally as thin as hair strands, they expanded swiftly, transforming into countless White Dragons descending from the sky.

The White Dragons roared, their numbers too numerous to determine, as white-as-snow White Dragons instantly submerged the entire palace complex.

The old Daoist stepped deeper into the palace complex.

"Go." Xiang Wuji trembled all over, but he couldn’t suppress the excitement in his eyes.

This was Divinity Transformation, the first time Xiang Wuji had encountered a living Divinity Transformation Cultivator. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

A Nascent Soul cultivator could be considered a Land Immortal, capable of moving mountains and boiling seas, incredible feats.

Divinity Transformation goes beyond mortal imagination.

"Not bad, not bad..."

"There is a Half-Step Divinity Transformation."

The old Daoist’s laughter was crisp.

The next second, he stretched his hand, transcending the concept of time and space in an instant, smashing a section of the palace complex, grasping a gray-haired elder hidden deep within.

The gray-haired elder seemed originally in a state of slumber, awakening only now.

"Divinity Transformation?"

He trembled all over, with power rapidly swelling, flames burning fiercely.

At this moment, the old Daoist’s hand seemed to hold a blazing sun.

"Qi Fortune, collect!"

A Tai Chi Yin Yang Diagram hung inverted in the sky, invisible streams flowing out from the gray-haired elder’s seven orifices, collected.

"True Destiny Emperor?"

"Hahaha, caught you!"

The old Daoist reached out with another hand, like pulling an object out of a pocket, extracting from countless palaces below a young man in a python robe.

The young man was deeply scheming, his eyes devoid of fear or hatred, only unwillingness and disbelief.

"I’ve schemed for five thousand three hundred years, and finally succeeded."

A smile appeared on the Daoist’s face.

"Better hurry and escape, or if discovered by the Changzhou Great Wei Immortal Dynasty, they might chase and hack at me for thousands of years."

The Daoist muttered to himself.

He flipped both hands, and the two figures in his hand disappeared.

The duster flicked again.

The myriad dragons roared, everything in the Blessed Land flattened by countless White Dragons, only a few Nascent Souls fled in terror, leaving the Blessed Land through the world passage.

The Blessed Land was vast, equivalent to the accumulation of four large-scale Cultivation Realms, the territory vast to the extreme.

Yet the White Dragons summoned by the old Daoist seemed rampant, destroying everything; from the skies looking down, the entire world was white.

Everything created by Great Wei in this small heaven and earth was instantaneously crushed by innumerable White Dragons.

If someone with trypophobia were here, they might faint on the spot.

Xiang Wuji frowned as he surveyed everything around him.

The amount of information was overwhelming.

The next second, the old Daoist looked around confused, seemingly sensing something.

Everything swiftly shattered, and Xiang Wuji suddenly found himself back in the Blood Demon Sect.

"Wuji!"

"What did you, demoness, do to the young master!"

"How dare you!"

The noise reached his ears.

Xiang Wuji shook his head, raised his hand, and said: "Stop!"

"That is..."

Xiang Wuji focused intently on Zhao’er.

Or rather... Jiang Zhao, Jiang being the national surname of Great Wei.

"Great Wei’s future..."

"And then..."

"All of Great Wei! Was created by that person..."

"All of Great Wei’s... imitating Changzhou’s Great Wei Immortal Dynasty..."

"For what purpose... I don’t know..."

Jiang Zhao gasped heavily and said.

"No matter what, Brother Wuji, we need you."

"Need me?"

"Are you kidding? That existence wouldn’t be challenged by a little Golden Core like me. Even if I became a Nascent Soul, I’d only struggle slightly before them."

"No, you’re special..."

Xiang Wuji’s eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Go."

Within a second, Jiang Zhao and Xiang Wuji arrived at Xiang Wuji’s place, where there were few outsiders.

"Why?"

Xiang Wuji’s eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Jiang Zhao.

His gaze hidden with almost undetectable killing intent.

Jiang Zhao didn’t notice, only spoke: "I don’t know, the Celestial Intent Map says you are the only Vitality..."

"You can change the future."

The Dao gives fifty, Celestial Derivation gives forty-nine, an escape of Vitality, fitting the perspective of a Cultivator.

"Why?"

"I, I don’t know either..." Jiang Zhao was somewhat perplexed.

"But, Brother Wuji, as long as you come back with me, there must be a way."

"All of Great Wei can be given to Brother Wuji, resources, status, power, everything..."

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

Jiang Ming watched the golden subtitles, scenes flashing across his mind.

Jiang Ming touched his chin, quickly organizing the information within his mind.

"Good, this time I’m in the game..."

Jiang Ming sighed deeply.

It’s nearly time to prepare for the next simulation, this time it’s basically impossible to get through in one go.

Firstly, there’s potential danger looming here at the Undefeated Demon Blood.

This time the story of Great Wei and Divinity Transformation has appeared.

"The Great Wei Immortal Dynasty..." Jiang Ming frowned.

This was a name he knew from the first simulation.

Yet he had no grasp on its specifics.

Even when interacting with the Nascent Soul level at Nine Rivers.

Clearly, Great Wei must be a colossal State-level power.

Such a power... wouldn’t allow another force to share its name?

Even in other states, if a Mortal Dynasty is acceptable, it must be a super large-scale Cultivation Dynasty with Nascent Soul Cultivators residing over it.

"Imitating the Great Wei Immortal Dynasty? To plot something?"

These aren’t very important, exceeding the levels of Jiang Ming and Xiang Wuji.

Yet... being drawn into such a struggle makes extinction inevitable.

"Headaches..."

Jiang Ming rubbed his brow.

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

"So, Zhao’er, show me my future again."

Xiang Wuji fixed his gaze on Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao’s foresight isn’t arbitrary, but predicts the final moment of an event.

Xiang Wuji wished to know his own way of death.

Jiang Zhao looked haggard, her breath weak.

Xiang Wuji wasn’t too sympathetic, merely clasping Jiang Zhao’s wrist.

Jiang Zhao nodded firmly, bringing her forehead to Xiang Wuji’s once more.

A magical aura flashed across her body.

In an instant, Xiang Wuji felt multiple auras on Jiang Zhao, from different stages of one person.

Xiang Wuji didn’t have time to ponder these thoughts, as his consciousness was carried into an entirely new environment.

......

The sky changed colors, with storm clouds swirling.

Xiang Wuji, on a desolate mountain, saw another version of himself.

Xiang Wuji’s face changed.

This version of himself must be his future self.

Yet ’he’ hasn’t broken through to Nascent Soul, only a Golden Core!

"I... died before breaking through to Golden Core?"

Xiang Wuji was in a daze.

At this moment, the sky changes.

A massive finger descends from the heavens, like the fall of Buzhou Mountain, like a sky pillar landing.

Suddenly, a figure blocks Xiang Wuji in its shadow.

Only the shadow couldn’t reveal its front, though its form was lithe.

Nine tails appeared, then in an instant, became massively large...