Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

The sky was dark, and a giant blood eye appeared out of thin air above the nine heavens, exuding a terrifying and powerful aura, staring down at the crowd below.

Anyone who dared to meet the gaze of the blood eye would feel a sense of palpitations and, after three breaths, the disciples who made eye contact directly fainted.

”Don’t look at that eye.” A streak of golden light flashed in Chen Mo’s eyes. For a moment, he felt as if his soul was being pulled into the blood eye. If not for the timely activation of the Ancient Heavy Pupils, who knows what might have happened.

However, Chen Mo’s warning came too late.

Everyone around him, except for Little Jiu, had fainted after looking at the blood eye.

”Qianyi, Little Jiu, Xiaoyue, Miss Nangong Xue...” Chen Mo’s expression changed, and he quickly checked their conditions. Thanks to Zuoqiu Yiren’s appearance, the pressure enveloping Chen Mo had disappeared, and the surrounding air wall was also gone.

But no matter how he called, none of the girls woke up.

”Nightmare Demon Eye!”

Zuoqiu Yiren raised an eyebrow, and then transmitted to Chen Mo: ”They looked at the blood eye and were all pulled into the nightmare created by the Demon Eye. It’s fine, he doesn’t dare to kill inside the sect, just let them sleep for a while.”

Chen Mo’s brows slightly furrowed, the image of a fool already appearing in his mind, he clenched his fists tightly, looked up at Zhou Yang in the air, and secretly swore that one day, he would make him regret today’s actions.

Zhou Yang no longer made a move. He looked down at Chen Mo and said flatly, ”You are not worthy of being with Sister Zhao. With your meager strength, you can’t protect her. If you have any self-awareness, leave voluntarily.”

”Zhou Yang, my affairs are none of your concern. I like him, whether he’s strong or weak, I like him. This has nothing to do with you.” Zhao Fujin furrowed her brows and shouted.

But Zhou Yang ignored Zhao Fujin and instead looked at Chen Mo: ”Will you only hide behind women?”

Hearing this, Chen Mo laughed coldly and said, ”I wonder how long Brother Zhou has been cultivating?”

Zhou Yang’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he boastfully said, ”For one thousand one hundred and nineteen years to date.”

”What realm?” Chen Mo asked again.

”Late Void Realm.” Zhou Yang stated, his talent was considered top-notch across the entire Primordial Heaven.

”Brother Zhou has been cultivating for over a thousand years, and I have not been for thirty. Is it not laughable for someone who has cultivated for a millennium to speak such words to someone who hasn’t even cultivated for thirty years?

In my view, if I had reached your age, let alone the Void Realm, I would have Unity Realm underfoot.” Chen Mo declared proudly.

What Chen Mo meant was to tell him that he wasn’t impressive, only that he had cultivated over a thousand years longer than him.

Without waiting for Zhou Yang to speak, Chen Mo continued, ”The strong, when angry, draw their sword at a stronger foe. The weak, when angry, draw their sword at a weaker foe.

You say this only because you see me as weak. If you truly have this capability, then defeat Sister Yiren. Without this ability, when you encounter someone stronger than yourself, you still cannot protect others. And at that time, couldn’t that stronger person also say that you are unworthy of being with the one you love, that with your limited strength, you can’t protect anyone.”

As his words fell, Zuoqiu Yiren’s eyes lit up slightly, as she hadn’t expected Chen Mo to speak such words.

”Junior Brother.” Zhao Fujin was slightly shocked, her red lips parted slightly, then her face broke into a smile, looking at Chen Mo with deep affection.

Zhou Yang’s expression sank: ”Sharp tongue.”

”You’re stirred, indicating you also agree with my words.”

”Glib tongue.” Zhou Yang said coldly, ”You can’t even withstand my pressure, yet you dream of trampling Unity Realm experts underfoot a thousand years later, it’s utterly ridiculous.”

”If that’s ridiculous, then your earlier words are even more ridiculous, as ridiculous as you are, absurd, nonsensical, living a thousand plus years all as a waste. Sister Yiren has been cultivating for no more than eight hundred years and is already in the Unity Realm. You’ve been cultivating for one thousand one hundred and nineteen years and are merely in the Void Realm. I truly don’t know how you managed to say those words earlier. If I were you, I’d find a tree and kill myself, as you living is a waste of cultivation resources.” Chen Mo sneered.

Zuoqiu Yiren’s eyes widened.

She didn’t expect Chen Mo to be so articulate.

Zhou Yang must be furious.

Zuoqiu Yiren looked towards Zhou Yang.

As expected, Zhou Yang’s expression had darkened, he said coldly, ”Courting death!”

With those words, the blood eye in the sky changed its gaze, and the surrounding space began to distort.

Simultaneously, Chen Mo saw the space beside him start to collapse, pressing towards the center.

Chen Mo immediately felt immobilized, as if a massive pressure was going to crush him into a meat patty.

”Zhou Yang, you are too presumptuous!”

Zuoqiu Yiren raised her hand, the purple light flickered, and the Merak Sword shot out from her body, flying towards the blood eye above the nine heavens.

Zhou Yang’s gaze steadied, a streak of blood light emerged in his eyes, coalescing into a beastly silhouette.

At the same time, beneath the blood eye above the nine heavens, a Cyan Dragon appeared out of thin air, opening its mouth to inhale all the True Qi between heaven and earth.

”Roar!”

A beast roar erupted, and the Cyan Dragon soared downward, aiming to swallow the Merak Sword.

”Clang!”

The sword body trembled lightly, the Merak Sword surged with purple light, the overwhelming sword beam flickered uncertainly, and under Zuoqiu Yiren’s control, it shot directly into the Cyan Dragon’s maw.

”Boom!”

Tens of thousands of strands of Sword Qi erupted from within the Cyan Dragon, which was instantly riddled with holes and shattered explosively.

And the Merak Sword vanished as well.

”Ah!”

Zhou Yang suddenly let out a scream, a drop of blood falling from his eye.

Chen Mo looked up to see a purple longsword embedded in the blood eye above the nine heavens, where sword energy raged.

”Consider this a lesson. If you mess around again, I’ll destroy your Demon Eye.”

Zuoqiu Yiren flicked her finger, retracting the Merak Sword.

The massive blood eye gradually disappeared, sunlight shone down, and outside the Divine Light Hall, light was restored as before.

The disciples who had fainted on the ground gradually regained consciousness shortly after the blood eye vanished.

”What happened?”

”Why am I lying on the ground?”

”Where is the bloody eye in the sky?”

”What happened to Brother Zhou Yang?”

The disciples looked at each other, momentarily uncomprehending.

They only remembered that after looking at the blood eye, their consciousness became blurry, their eyelids grew heavy, and then they couldn’t recall anything.

Seeing Zhou Yang covering his right eye, they all looked puzzled.

Zhou Yang glanced at Zuoqiu Yiren, then shifted his gaze to Chen Mo, who was smiling below with a sense of ridicule.

But now, with Zuoqiu Yiren protecting him, Zhou Yang was certainly unable to make a move.

After a cold glance at Chen Mo, Zhou Yang left, covering his eye.