With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World Chapter 199 - 196

But now it seems that all those possibilities before Sword Mountain River are just a joke.

They even watched the rise of these beings without any concern...

Sword Mountain River stands high above the clouds, its indifferent and proud eyes overlooking the earth, quietly observing the slow growth of non-Sword Cultivator powers on the ground.

Other beings, though gifted for a lifeti, cannot enter the path; they have the heart to seek the Dao, resources to find, and cultivation techniques studied by predecessors with life energy, yet cannot step onto the path due to Sword Mountain River above the clouds.

No matter the era, this group of beings will always be unwilling, and even though Sword Mountain River repeatedly oppresses, so of destiny’s children will find opportunities to counterattack and overthrow the oppression from above the clouds.

This batch of beings with exceptional talent to the extre cannot be recruited by Sword Mountain River because they lack Sword Dao Talent.

Sword Mountain River will not allow them to develop unchecked; in the future, it might not be entirely Sword Cultivation as mainstream. As long as there’s a slight possibility, Sword Mountain River will not agree.

It’s better to guide than block, so Sword Mountain River simply lets them develop, even sending disciples to use them as whetstones, curbing their growth while training the disciples.

Sword Cultivation is born for battle and dies for battle; how can one live a life without fights?

Perhaps so Sword Cultivators die in these battles, but these are their destined ends.

When the ti is about right, and the power ford by these beings is inflated to the extre, Sword Mountain River breaks it with a single sword.

Whether it is Black Mountain Demon, Great Saint Guangxiao, Heart-Devouring Elder, Netherworld Emperor, or Master Wuguang, all are among the destiny’s children, but Sword Mountain River slashes the throat of fate with a single sword.

"This year marks the 97,947th year of the Celestial Sword Calendar, and it’s almost three thousand years since the last major event..."

Jiang Ming murmured.

According to ancient records, the interval between the only five major events was about three thousand years.

The so-called major event refers to the entire Sword Mountain River stirring, and those Sword Masters who have reached Divinity Transformation erge.

"This ti’s protagonist..."

"Broken Cocoon Alliance..."

Jiang Ming murmured softly.

"Truly, where there’s oppression, there’s resistance... but unfortunately, this ti I practice Sword Dao. Our paths differ and cannot be harmonized..."

In doing anything, apart from objectivity, one must stand on one’s side; the hero of the enemy is our foe.

Pei Min... is a Sword Cultivator of Sword Mountain River.

............

"Our paths differ... cannot be harmonized..." Pei Min murmured softly.

"But what a pity, Mr. Tianyan, this ti you better not stand against ..."

Pei Min chuckled lightly, lifting his face slightly, his eyes bursting with two lightning-like gleams, instantly reducing the two approaching Demon Cultivators to ashes.

Pei Min soared, transforming into a streak of light, leaving a long trail of light in the sky.

In the distance...

Mr. Tianyan keenly turned his head to the rear, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Wuhe, did you hear anything?" Mr. Tianyan looked at the servant beside him.

The servant shook his head respectfully, then thought for a mont and said, "Sir, it seed like thunder?"

Mr. Tianyan felt puzzled but didn’t dwell on it and continued on his way.

"Mr. Tianyan, the Imperial Court is incompetent and foolish; why should we save it..." Wuhe hesitated, then said.

Mr. Tianyan shook his head and said, "A friend inford , it’s not the Emperor Monarch being foolish and the ministers being incompetent, but that the officials in the court... and the Emperor Monarch sitting on the Emperor Throne... have been eaten by demons..."

"What?" Wuhe opened his eyes wide in shock.

"With such a powerful Imperial Court, even such things happen?!"

Mr. Tianyan’s once composed face now showed so seriousness.

"From a certain point of view, what they want to do might be right, but in my eyes... it’s wrong, at least I won’t let them succeed... nor will I collude with them..."

"Even if it costs this old and worn-out body, I must stop them..."

"I vow to follow you to the death!"

"And so do we!"

The eyes of the servant and attendant student beside him were firm.

Who would’ve thought that not long ago, they might’ve been the Great Hero in Jianghu who could summon eighteen Golden True Qi Divine Dragons with a wave, or the Immortal Child with a peculiar temperant on Celestial Mountain, or even the Exiled Disciple who descended from the clouds to live among the common folk, now all willingly follow Mr. Tianyan.

All because of Mr. Tianyan’s extraordinary charisma.

"At least... under the rule of Sword Mountain River, most of the common people can stay alive..." A rare trace of gloomy color appeared in Mr. Tianyan’s eyes.

"Let’s go..."

"And that young hero, I can’t see through him, perhaps he’s a variable too..." As Mr. Tianyan’s words fell, he walked away with a wind-like swiftness.

The several people behind, who just heard Mr. Tianyan’s words and were curious, had no choice but to follow.

Throughout the Hongg Dynasty, all Transcendents had a subtle connection; these people were those who accidentally entered the transcendent realm but lacked Sword Dao Talent, hiding and connecting with each other.

But the pressure from Sword Mountain River was too strong; most Transcendents, aning cultivators, walked the Evil Path.

Only the Evil Path allowed quick progress and the capital to fight the mighty Sword Mountain River...

Few, like Mr. Tianyan who walked the Righteous Dao, and like Master Wuguang from thousands of years ago overseas with unmatched talent who didn’t need the Evil Path, were the minority...

The Imperial Capital of the Hongg Dynasty was vast.

As one of the strongest dynasties among the commoners, the Imperial Capital of the Hongg Dynasty could accommodate nearly ten million people.

In the massive population, cultivators could hide themselves.

In the very center of the Imperial Capital, among the vast palace complexes, there was a grand palace.

Inside the palace, a slender young boy sat on the gigantic Emperor Throne.

The boy lowered his head, wearing an imperial crown, with beads falling, obscuring his face.

"Court is in session!"

The tall Chief Eunuch shouted robustly, and the ministers hurried onto the dais.

A colossal figure stood unaware beside the Young Emperor.

The previously composed Chief Eunuch imdiately knelt on the ground.

"Greetings, Pri Minister..."

"Hmm..."

The Pri Minister, two ters tall with a big belly, chuckled, revealing teeth that seed sowhat sharp.

"Your Majesty, the court is in session..."

The Pri Minister patted the Young Emperor, who stood up slowly like a puppet on strings.

Below, an old minister was about to step forward to say sothing, but the next second, his body exploded, turning into a puddle of debris.