Chapter 15: After Your Death, She Went on a Killing Frenzy

[At the final moment of your simulated life, through your own efforts, you successfully saved your younger sister.]

[Your heart is filled with immense satisfaction; you die with no regrets.]

[Although you, who possess the Heavenly Spiritual Root, should not have stopped there in the future, your heart is free of resentment or regret, believing that you have done the truly right thing.]

[Simulation ended. Starting to tally highlight moments.]

[Calculating simulation evaluation…]

[Generating simulation rewards…]

[Host's consciousness returning. Simulation count entering cooldown countdown…]

"The familiar ceiling."

It felt as if I had been stuffed into a washing machine and tumbled for dozens of cycles.

A series of buzzing sounds rang in Xu Xi's mind. By the time he regained clarity, he realized he had returned to the real world.

He was sitting in a wheelchair in a semi-reclined position.

He happened to be looking up at the white ceiling.

Xu Xi lowered his head slightly and found that he was still holding the book from before the simulation started; the cover was clean and free of dust.

"So many years passed in the simulated world, yet the real world hasn't changed at all?"

"This must be what they call time stop."

Xu Xi breathed a slight sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't a setting where time was synchronized between the two worlds; otherwise, after one simulation, he would surely have ended up on the missing persons list.

Beep— Beep— Beep—

The simulator's notification sounds rang incessantly.

It seemed to be settling the rewards for the first simulation.

Xu Xi ignored them. Instead, he controlled his wheelchair to move to the bedside, laboriously propped himself up with both hands, and shifted bit by bit onto the bed to lie down.

He closed his eyes and went straight to rest.

He was truly exhausted.

Although he had left that collapsing body after exiting the simulated world, Xu Xi's mental state had not been refreshed or restored.

So.

He would sleep first.

"Splash—" In a half-asleep, half-awake state, the sound of rain seemed to drift in from outside.

…

Heavy rain poured down as if the Heavenly River had overturned, submerging the entire Heavenly Sword Sect in majestic water vapor, even diluting the thick scent of blood slightly.

The rain was fierce, kicking up splashes of water.

But the young girl remained unmoved.

She simply knelt there, staring blankly and lifelessly at the ground, her hands slightly cupped as if trying to scoop something up.

But under the washing of the rain, the silt she had scooped up all flowed away through the cracks between her fingers.

She couldn't grasp anything.

The only thing she could find was a tattered scrap of cloth—the only 'relic' left behind after that person's death. Its originally plain white color had been stained black by blood.

Even the torrential rain could not wash it clean.

The girl just sat there quietly, her eyes hollow and despairing, clutching the strip of cloth tightly.

No matter how much she didn't want to admit it.

No matter how much she refused to believe it.

That tearing pain, piercing regret, and surging hatred all told Xu Moli clearly: her elder brother was dead, having died before her in the most wretched manner.

The brother who would light a fire to keep her warm in the cold winter was dead.

The brother who would run around busy all day and use his hard-earned money to buy her candy was dead.

The brother who had stayed by her side and cared for her during her unconsciousness was dead.

Her brother—

Was truly dead.

Ah, ah, ah.

That hero who belonged only to her, the sun that was forever bright and warm in her heart, would never return.

It wasn't a brief separation, but a final farewell.

Xu Moli's heartbeat grew increasingly faint in the noisy rain, as if it might stop at any moment. There were no longer any tears in her eyes, only parched sorrow and despair.

She wanted to just die and be done with it all.

But even such a thought was a luxury.

Because this life was saved by her brother; if she died so carelessly, her brother's death would become meaningless.

Thus, Xu Moli decided to abandon herself, letting herself be submerged by despair.

The fighting outside was intense.

It seemed that other Righteous Path Schools had come to help, joining with the Cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect at the critical moment to repel the Demonic Path Cultivators. The Demonic Path Cultivators were terrified and could only flee in panic.

These things no longer had anything to do with Xu Moli.

Whether it was the Righteous Path or the Demonic Path.

She no longer had the heart to care.

Yet amidst the intense sounds of magical combat, the girl's originally lifeless pupils flickered for a moment; she heard someone mention her brother.

"Damn it, these sanctimonious hypocrites actually arrived so quickly!"

"The plan has failed, retreat quickly!"

"Hehe, it's worth it anyway. This time, besides killing three Nascent Souls, there was also the number one true disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect. I think his name was Xu Xi?"

"What a monster, he actually killed over a dozen Golden Cores by himself. Luckily, he died in the end."

"Genius? Just a lucky bastard!"

Unforgivable…

Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable!

She could not forgive these thieves who wantonly slandered her brother, nor could she forgive her own incompetence. She must, she must do something!

"Bang!"

Thunder shook the sky.

In the dim world, a flash of lightning vanished in an instant, illuminating a hundred-mile radius.

Xu Moli rose against the wind and rain, traces of tears at the corners of her eyes. Looking neither crying nor laughing, she had no will of her own, moving forward solely on the strength of an obsession.

Silently, she picked up the strip of cloth soaked in the blood of her most beloved.

She used it to tie back her long hair.

Her black hair danced, brimming with killing intent. Holding her brother's Wooden Sword, she charged alone toward the Demonic Path Cultivators who were about to flee.

With one sword strike, heaven and earth were startled.

With one sword strike, ghosts and gods wept.

With one sword strike, a Golden Core condensed.

"I want you all… to be buried with my brother." The girl cried and laughed, uttering such extremely cold words. She entered the Dao through killing intent, treating the Foundation Establishment Bottleneck as nothing, and her Golden Core was formed in an instant.

Cultivators at the Golden Core Stage will nurture a Natal Divine Ability.

Xu Moli was no exception.

Her Divine Ability had no name, no "Dao follows nature"; there was only ultimate killing intent. Burning her own soul and refining her own spirit, she held the Wooden Sword and slashed out a sky-high blood light, causing the wind and rain of heaven and earth to come to a standstill.

"Kill her!" someone shouted, telling everyone not to panic. Since they could kill Xu Xi, they could naturally kill Xu Xi's younger sister.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt his vision tilt, and his head rolled for several turns.

What he saw in the final moment of his life was a blurred figure holding a Wooden Sword, her white clothes dyed red from the slaughter. She was killing even more fiercely.

Kill, kill again, keep killing!

Kill until everyone who slandered her brother no longer existed!

"Hahaha—" Xu Moli let out a morbid laugh, her beautiful face covered in blood. She tilted her head toward the remaining Demonic Path Cultivators and paced through the Void Realm.

She seemed to walk extremely slowly, but every step crossed a great distance.

It made the scalps of the demonic Cultivators present tingle with fear.

They wanted to flee, but they couldn't escape at all. No matter how far they ran, they would be overtaken by that world-startling sword light, feeling their life force fade in the ultimate tearing.

"…"

Some Righteous Path Cultivators arrived, originally intending to help with the pursuit.

But seeing the demonic corpses strewn across the mountains and plains…

They immediately shuddered.

They didn't dare to approach Xu Moli at all.

The sight was too terrifying; severed limbs and broken arms fell continuously from the sky, and blood mixed with the rain to form a shocking, boundless rain of blood.

In the center of the blood rain, the young girl stood alone, beneath her feet a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood she had forged with her own hands.