Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

After stabilizing himself, Master Xujing immediately looked toward the center of the storm that had swallowed Xiao Mo. He couldn’t see anything clearly—only bolt after bolt of Celestial Thunder striking down from the clouds, aimed straight at the figure in the storm’s eye.

The figure kept swinging the long blade in his hand without the slightest hint of retreat.

Half an incense stick later, the earth-shattering storm finally began to subside.

The dark clouds slowly dispersed, and the sky gradually cleared as rays of sunlight shone down.

Immediately after, a clear and profound immortal melody, rich with the rhythm of the Dao, spread like ripples to every corner of the Western Regions.

At the same time, all Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm and above clearly heard Xiao Mo’s voice within their very souls—

Those who murder the innocent people of the Mortal World, and those who cultivate Evil Techniques using the Divine Souls and flesh of others as nourishment, will find their tribulations insurmountable. Heaven and Earth will deliver punishment, and this shall last for six thousand years.

Master Xujing and the others were shaken.

They understood that the rule Xiao Mo had established had been accepted by the Great Dao.

From this moment on, this rule, now integrated into the Laws of the Great Dao, would last for a full six thousand years.

’Six thousand years…’

’Never mind the vast transformations the Mortal World would undergo in those six thousand years.’

’In the Cultivation Realm, who knew how many Cultivators would be born and perish over the course of six thousand years.’

’Six thousand years was more than enough to set the course for the Western Regions.’

’Besides, even if the constraint of the Great Dao were to dissipate in six thousand years, the rule Xiao Mo established today would have long since become an unspoken, deeply ingrained principle among the Cultivators of the Western Regions.’

At this thought, Master Xujing and the others were overcome with a surge of emotions too complex to put into words.

They had never imagined that this lord of the Demon Dao who had unified the Western Regions would ultimately be the one to establish such a rule for it.

And this rule, no matter what, would bring at least six thousand years of stability to the Western Regions.

From now on, the people of the Mortal World would no longer be slaughtered at will like weeds and ants.

The storm finally subsided completely.

Xiao Mo stepped slowly out of the air.

At this moment, there was barely an inch of unscathed skin on his entire body.

His clothes were in tatters, and the long blade in his hand, Dyed Ink, had snapped in two.

Xiao Mo could no longer hear Dyed Ink’s voice.

To any observer, it would seem that the Artifact Spirit of the Demon Blade, Dyed Ink, had dissipated, and the Immortal Soldier had reverted to a lifeless object.

But that was not the case.

In the final moment of his battle against the Great Dao, Xiao Mo had managed to preserve a sliver of Dyed Ink’s source, akin to leaving behind a seed.

If the Broken Blade Dyed Ink could one day be reforged, this “seed” would naturally sprout and eventually reawaken.

However, this was easier said than done. In reality, repairing an Immortal Soldier to its original state was far more difficult than forging a new one from scratch.

But at the very least, it offered a glimmer of hope for his comrade-in-arms.

“Young Master…”

Looking at Xiao Mo’s state, Si Li’s eyes trembled, and a sob caught in her throat.

She didn’t care what Law her Young Master had established, nor did she care what would become of the Western Regions.

What she cared about had only ever been Xiao Mo’s life and death.

And right now, she could clearly feel that her Young Master’s Life Source was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, and it was still draining away…

Just like the Blood Demon Peak Master all those years ago.

Step by step, Xiao Mo walked slowly and steadily toward Wangxin.

Finally, he stopped in front of her.

Wangxin gazed at Xiao Mo’s blood-soaked figure, her eyes trembling. She swallowed, wanting to say something, but not a single word would come out.

“Do you remember what I told you before?”

Xiao Mo gazed at her, a tranquil smile on his lips, his expression serene.

“I once said I would become the world’s greatest demon.

And you—will become the world’s only Buddha.”

“Xiao Mo… What are you trying to do…?”

Wangxin, who had been unable to move, stared at him blankly.

Before Wangxin could finish her sentence, she suddenly found that her body was no longer under her control.

She involuntarily raised her hand and reached for Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo, in turn, placed the Broken Blade, Dyed Ink, gently into her palm.

A smile touched Xiao Mo’s lips, his voice low and clear. “I am now the world’s greatest demon. And for your Buddhist Dao—slaying a demon is a matter of righteous principle.”

He paused, his gaze as deep as still water. “Kill me, and all the karmic ties of the Western Regions will be severed by your hand. In turn, I will pave your grand path to Buddhahood.”

“I don’t want to… I don’t want to!”

Wangxin shook her head desperately, tears welling in her eyes, but she couldn’t stop her hand from tightening its grip on the Broken Blade.

At that moment, Xiao Mo stopped suppressing his Immortal Realm Cultivation and chose to cross his tribulation for Ascension.

The instant he released his aura, a rift suddenly tore open in the sky.

A giant bow formed from lightning materialized among the clouds, its arrowhead radiating a biting chill, aimed directly at Xiao Mo.

’What kind of Thunder Tribulation is this?’

Everyone watching this scene felt like they were in a dream.

Although most of them had never witnessed an Immortal Realm Cultivator undergo their Ascension Tribulation, Xiao Mo’s Thunder Tribulation looked as though the Great Dao itself was drawing the bow, ready to pierce him through with a single arrow.

But as for the Thunder Tribulation he was about to face, Xiao Mo didn’t even spare it a glance.

Xiao Mo’s goal was not to cross the tribulation.

Whenever someone achieved a Realm Breakthrough for Ascension, a fissure would open in the sky. To an Immortal Realm Cultivator, that was the Gate to Heaven.

The stronger the Cultivator and the greater their talent, the larger this Gate to Heaven would be, and the higher the realm it would lead to.

All Xiao Mo wanted was to use the opportunity of his own Realm Breakthrough and Ascension to open the Path to Heaven and open the Gate to Heaven.

Then, using this Array, Xiao Mo would transfer the Path to Heaven he had forged over to Wangxin.

Afterwards, as long as Wangxin killed Xiao Mo with her own hands, it would be equivalent to ending the karma accumulated in the Western Regions over all these years. This was an immense amount of Merit.

Also using this Array, Xiao Mo would transfer the Qi Fortune of the Western Regions that was gathered on him over to Wangxin.

The Path to Heaven Xiao Mo forged at the Ascension Realm, the Merit Wangxin would gain from killing him, the Qi Fortune of the Western Regions she would inherit, and her own Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart—all of this combined would elevate the Path to Heaven to an unbelievable height.

As long as Wangxin could walk it to the end, she would very likely achieve the Buddha Realm!

Xiao Mo was sending Wangxin straight to the heavens!

“Xiao Mo, let go of me! Don’t… I don’t want this!”

Wangxin clutched the piece of the Broken Blade, Dyed Ink, her entire arm trembling violently.

She struggled desperately, trying to regain control of her body, but it was as if she were caught in an invisible spider’s web; no matter how much she resisted, it was all in vain.

Wangxin could only watch helplessly as the Broken Blade moved inch by inch toward Xiao Mo’s heart.

In the next moment—perhaps because Xiao Mo was too exhausted, or perhaps because Wangxin’s will was astonishingly strong—she managed to break free from his control for an instant. Her left hand shot out, gripping her right wrist tightly.

Seeing Wangxin’s struggle, Xiao Mo said calmly:

“Wangxin, do you remember what happened at that temple? We made a bet. If you won, I would never send you away. If you lost, you promised you would do one thing for me.

Now, use the blade in your hand to kill me. This is the thing I’m asking you to do!”

“No… Xiao Mo, I can’t. I can’t do it…”

Wangxin kept shaking her head, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes and down her cheeks.

“There’s nothing you can’t do.” Xiao Mo shook his head, watching the Broken Blade slowly approach his heart.

Just as the tip of the blade was about to touch his chest, Xiao Mo raised his head and looked directly at Wangxin. The Daoist patterns in his eyes suddenly swirled.

Wangxin felt her palm grow heavy, and her wrist plunged forward uncontrollably.

The sensation of the sharp edge tearing through flesh spread clearly through Wangxin’s fingertips.

When Wangxin came back to her senses, Dyed Ink was already buried deep in Xiao Mo’s chest.

Warm blood gushed along the broken blade, soaking her pale right hand.

Wangxin stared blankly at the scene before her, her mind a complete blank.

Xiao Mo fell forward, leaning against Wangxin’s shoulder. His warm blood stained her Monk’s Robe, and his faint breath brushed against her ear.

“Killing someone isn’t so hard, is it?”

Xiao Mo said with a smile, his weak voice like a ripple on the water’s surface, ready to fade away at any moment.

“See? You did it, didn’t you?”