Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

In reality, Xiao Mo withdrew from the Hundred Generations Book and slowly opened his eyes.

[Host’s fourth life in the Hundred Generations Book (Wangxin) has been experienced. Task rewards are now being calculated. During this period, the Host may enter the River of Time as an observer to witness the subsequent developments of the fourth life. Does the Host wish to enter?]

“Yes!”

Xiao Mo didn’t hesitate for a moment.

Xiao Mo felt that what he had done at the end of his fourth life in the Hundred Generations Book shouldn’t have been a major issue.

He had already forged a path to the heavens for Wangxin.

As Xiao Mo saw it, this was truly the only way.

Otherwise, if Wangxin had been left to cultivate normally…

Even if she reached the Ascension Realm, so what?

Relying on her own abilities alone, she might not have been able to enter the Buddha Realm, a state that had vanished since the Ancient Times.

However, Xiao Mo was worried. Even though he had built this path for Wangxin, would she actually take it?

And in the end, could she really ascend the Buddha Ascension Ladder and successfully reach the Buddha Realm?

It was really hard to say.

After all, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power had grown thin since the Ancient Times. Wangxin might not become the exception to the rule.

He could only go and see what happened next with his own eyes.

[Please prepare, Host. Entering the River of Time. Countdown: three… two… one…]

Xiao Mo’s consciousness blurred for a moment.

When he came to his senses, he had already arrived in the River of Time.

The moment Xiao Mo returned to the battlefield, he saw that the long flight of stairs to Buddhahood had already vanished. Wangxin was still in the Immortal Realm, with no change from before.

It was just as Xiao Mo had feared. Wangxin had not set foot on the stairs to Buddhahood.

Otherwise, even if she hadn’t reached the Buddha Realm, she should have entered the Ascension Realm with ease.

It would be impossible for Xiao Mo not to feel a sense of regret.

But Xiao Mo believed he had already done his best. He had done everything he could.

All he could say was that not everything goes according to plan.

Meanwhile, because Xujing and the others had been used in Xiao Mo’s sacrifice, their Root Bones were damaged. It was now difficult for them to return to the Ascension Realm. Just maintaining their strength at the Immortal Realm was already a considerable feat.

Thus, after Xiao Mo’s death, the power of the Buddhist Sect and the Demon Sect became relatively balanced.

It was now impossible for the Demon Sect to annihilate Kongnian Temple.

Furthermore, with Xiao Mo dead, the Demon Sect was leaderless. Who would they listen to? Who could command their respect?

In the end, the Demon Dao Cultivators could only disperse.

The disciples of the Buddhist Temple were also exhausted and had no desire to push the Demon Sect into a desperate counterattack, so they didn’t give chase.

In just one hour, the Demon Sect disciples vanished without a trace, leaving only Si Li standing alone in the air.

She walked forward, step by step, until she was beside Wangxin.

Wangxin was still clutching the wine gourd Xiao Mo had left behind, her gaze never leaving it for an instant.

It was as if the wine gourd was Xiao Mo himself.

Seeing Wangxin’s dazed expression, Si Li gently bit her lip, her small hands clenched into fists.

She didn’t blame Wangxin.

Si Li knew that after the Young Master had opposed heaven and earth, forcing his own rules upon the Great Dao, he had been gravely injured. His Life Origin was already severely damaged, and his death was imminent.

It was just that at the moment of his death, the Young Master had used the last of his worth to help Wangxin achieve Buddhahood.

Regarding the Young Master’s actions, Si Li couldn’t say he was wrong.

Because from this point on, there would no longer be another Ascension Realm Great Cultivator in the Western Regions.

Even if Wangxin couldn’t reach the Buddha Realm, she could at least step into the Ascension Realm.

Compared to other Cultivators, Wangxin could become the supreme existence in the entire Western Regions.

And as an Ascension Realm expert, Wangxin would maintain order throughout the Western Regions.

And yet… even though Si Li understood all of this perfectly…

When it all unfolded before her eyes, she still couldn’t accept it!

She couldn’t accept the Young Master leaving just like that…

Even now, Si Li felt as if she were in a dream, unwilling to face reality.

“He’s gone…”

Wangxin spoke slowly, hugging the wine gourd Xiao Mo had left behind even tighter.

“I’m taking the Young Master’s wine gourd and Broken Blade back with me,” Si Li said slowly. “They’re the only things he left in this world. They shouldn’t stay here.”

“Can I… keep half of his blade?”

Wangxin looked up, her gaze pleading with Si Li.

“Why?” Si Li asked.

“Because… I want to find him…” Wangxin said, looking directly into Si Li’s eyes.

“…”

Seeing the plea in Wangxin’s eyes, Si Li pressed her lips together tightly.

Finally, Si Li reached out. With a grasping motion, she took the wine gourd from Wangxin’s arms and the half of the Broken Blade, Dyed Ink, that was beside her, but left the other half of the blade for Wangxin.

“Thank you…” Wangxin said gratefully.

“Don’t mention it.” Si Li turned to leave, her voice drifting back. “Sister Wangxin, I actually envy you. From beginning to end, you were the only one the Young Master cared for…”

After Si Li left, there was not a single Demon Sect disciple left in the skies above Kongnian Temple. The great war was truly over.

Wangxin tore off a strip of her Monk’s Robe, wrapped the half of the Demon Blade, Dyed Ink, that was beside her, and placed it on her lap.

A few Abbots started to walk toward Wangxin, but Master Xujing stopped them all.

“Master Xujing, about Disciple-Niece Wangxin, she…” the Abbot of Thousand Buddha Temple began, then trailed off.

“Sigh…” Xujing shook his head and sighed softly. “Let Wangxin have some time alone to quiet her heart…”

The assembled monks looked at Wangxin, then all shook their heads and turned to leave.

In the end, only the young woman was left on the battlefield.

She knelt alone on the mountain peak, looking up at the sky for an unknown length of time.

…

Three days later, Si Li returned to the Wandao Sect.

Before Si Li could even fly into the Sect, she saw Yu Yunwei standing at the mountain gate, gazing into the distance as if waiting for an old friend to return.

When Yu Yunwei saw Si Li, her fingers, which were clutching the hem of her dress, tightened.

News from the front lines was sent back to the Wandao Sect immediately via Flying Sword messages, so Si Li knew that Yu Yunwei had already learned of Xiao Mo’s death…

Si Li descended from the sky and landed in front of Yu Yunwei.

Yu Yunwei looked at the half of Dyed Ink and the crimson wine gourd in Si Li’s arms. Her reddened eyes welled up again, but having already cried all her tears, she could no longer weep…

“These are the last things the Young Master left behind,” Si Li said, handing over the relics.

Yu Yunwei took her Senior Brother’s relics and clutched them to her chest, her voice trembling slightly. “Did… did Senior Brother… say anything?”

“The Young Master said…”

Si Li raised her head. A gentle breeze brushed past her black hair as she looked toward the plains planted with Blood Demon Flower seeds.

“The Young Master said…

If he died, he was to be buried in that sea of flowers.

He wanted to see the Blood Demon Flowers bloom…”