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My Life Can Be Infinitely Simulated

Gu Yang crossed over to a high-martial world, eked out a living in small village for two years, and finally saved up enough and activated the Life Simulator system. With a certain amount of money, a simulation can be run. After the simulation ends, one of the three can be retained: realm, martial arts skills, or life wisdom. [For five years you were an accountant, saved up enough money to buy a cultivation manual, practiced hard for ten years and became a Ninth Realm martial artist, but then ran into an enemy and died!] [Once you left the mountains, you were at the Ninth Rank, became a protector of a certain family, practiced intensely for twenty years, broke through to the Eighth Grade, and ultimately, died of old age in a small town.] [Once you left the mountains, you were at Eighth Grade, received recognition from a noble clan, were taught profound martial arts, but due to slow progress, were marginalized, and after a dozen years, you finally broke through to the seventh grade, but then encountered powerful foes on a mission and were killed.] … After countless rounds of simulations: [You encounter people, but none are a match for you. You realize that you have become invincible.]

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432 Chs

128 Human Emperor Sword

In that small courtyard, Feng Tianci saw a lightning bolt in the sky that tore through the darkness before his eyes, its blazing, incandescent light was so dazzling.

Through this light, he could see the figure in the tree clearly. He was shrouded in a black robe, concealing his features.

Embroidered on his robe was a red flame pattern, which seemed to be stitched with an unusual thread. At first glance, it appeared like a real flame, burning furiously.

Inside the room, an old voice said, "What an impressive Lightning Annihilation, the descendant of the Blue Sky Palace has reappeared. You've chosen a rather inopportune time indeed."

"Hmph!"

Following a cold huff, the figure in the tree vanished into thin air.

In the end, the old man inside the room did not make a move.

A gust of wind blew into the courtyard, rustling the leaves of the tree.