Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Xiao Mo raised his eyes, gazing at the fragments of the Dao that filled the sky, fluttering down like falling snow.

They slowly drifted down from high above, finally converging upon the faint, illusory altar.

As the Array continued to operate, the Life Source of the Ten Great Buddhist Temples’ Ascension Realm Abbots was not only being extracted but was also being used like Spirit Stones to sustain the Array. Their Root Bones suffered varying degrees of damage as well.

Their Cultivation, once at the Ascension Realm, had now fallen to the Immortal Realm.

And because their Root Bones were damaged, they would likely never be able to step into the Ascension Realm again in this lifetime.

This was all part of Xiao Mo’s plan.

From Xiao Mo’s perspective, if his plan succeeded, no one’s Realm would ever be high enough to threaten Wangxin again.

After about the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, the snow-white fragments of the Dao gradually re-condensed under the Array’s power, finally forming a single, flawlessly pure white sheet of paper.

The surface of the paper was as smooth as a mirror. To the touch, it felt like nothing at all, with not a single trace of coarseness.

The paper’s whiteness was so pure, so absolute, it seemed as if it were the beginning and the end of all things “white” in the world.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands, Xiao Mo strode forward, walking on air one step at a time.

Finally, he stopped before the sheet of white paper.

He gripped the hilt of his saber with his right hand. His left hand slowly caressed the body of the blade, his palm sliding across the sharp edge until fresh blood stained it red.

He used the saber as a brush and his blood as ink, writing one large, vermilion word after another upon the white paper, stroke by stroke.

At the same time, the snow-white paper bearing the will of the Dao, along with the characters Xiao Mo wrote upon it, appeared with perfect clarity in the skies above the Western Regions, just like a mirage.

Whether they were the common people of the Mortal World or Cultivators, all raised their heads and could clearly see every word on the “white paper.”

It all seemed so close, yet as distant as the far horizons.

They didn’t know what was happening, but they could feel it: the Western Regions were about to change because of this paper and the words written upon it!

Those who slaughter the innocent of the Mortal World, those who cultivate Evil Techniques by feeding on the Divine Souls and flesh of others—such acts are intolerable to Heaven and Earth.

As Xiao Mo finished the final stroke, the Dao Snow Paper suddenly trembled.

The Dao Snow Paper seemed to be struggling, torn between accepting what Xiao Mo had written and violently rejecting the Law being forced upon it.

Xiao Mo simply watched calmly, awaiting the outcome.

SWISH!

All at once, the white paper snapped shut, then burst apart into countless fine, shimmering white flakes that slowly ascended into the sky.

Each of these flakes carried the Law Xiao Mo had written, and they gradually merged into the boundless Dao.

BOOM!

The firmament resonated, and Heaven and Earth responded.

One peal of thunder after another exploded from the depths of the sky.

Heavy dark clouds gathered and roiled.

Inscriptions of the Dao appeared and then vanished.

Day and night endlessly alternated.

Winter snow and summer sun endlessly cycled.

In the short time it took for an incense stick to burn, the Western Regions cycled through untold days and nights, through innumerable seasons.

Xiao Mo gripped the long saber in his hand, gazing at the dramatic changes in the sky.

His eyes were as calm as an abyss.

Xiao Mo knew perfectly well that establishing a rule for the Celestial Dao with his blood as ink was merely the first step.

This was like a subject writing a request on a memorial and submitting it to an Emperor.

Whether the Emperor would accept it, however, remained to be seen.

Therefore, when the Dao Snow Paper carrying the rule Xiao Mo established merged with the Law of heaven and earth, it was highly likely to be rejected by the Dao itself.

The Dao would naturally weigh the rule that Xiao Mo had established.

It might accept the rule he laid down in its entirety.

It might deem his rule too excessive and reject it completely.

Or it might accept a portion of the rule, while reducing its scope and duration.

DONG!

DONG!

DONG!

Three deep, resonant tolls of a bell sounded from the firmament, shaking the very heavens.

The world returned to its proper day and season, the transformations ceasing.

The layered clouds in the firmament suddenly broke apart, and a mountain-sized Giant Axe materialized in the sky.

The Giant Axe was forged from lightning, its surface covered in obscure, ancient runes.

The moment this Giant Axe appeared, it locked onto Xiao Mo’s aura.

Xiao Mo had once seen a similar record in an ancient tome in the Wandao Sect’s Library Pavilion.

’This must be a Giant Axe modeled after the legendary Heaven-Opening Axe.’

“It seems the Dao has no intention of accepting my rule.”

Xiao Mo sighed softly.

He could feel the Dao’s killing intent.

’It’s incredibly difficult for even a Divine Spirit to impose a new Law, let alone a mere Cultivator like me.’

’Perhaps the Dao thinks I’m overreaching.’

’But what does that matter?’

’I couldn’t care less.’

’If the Dao won’t accept, then I’ll just have to advance with my blade and cut my way through until it does.’

RUMBLE!

With another deafening thunderclap, the lightning Giant Axe came crashing down on Xiao Mo!

Xiao Mo swung “Dyed Ink,” unleashing the “Heaven-Opening” strike from the Blood Demon Saber Technique.

Dark red Sword Qi violently collided with the lightning-forged Giant Axe.

Lightning and Blood Evil Qi intertwined and burst forth.

An apocalyptic storm once again swept across the land.

Aside from Wangxin, who stood firm at the heart of the Array, the ten Abbots of the Buddhist Sect were all flung away by the storm of Spiritual Power.

The Buddhist Disciples and Demon Sect Cultivators alike could only band together, forming a joint array to defend themselves.

Even so, many of the Cultivators at the forefront were utterly obliterated by the storm, their bodies and souls erased.