With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World Chapter 445 - 329: My Desire to Ascend to Immortality!

"Fourteen thousand years of the Changtian Calendar have passed..."

Xiang Wuji walked on a small path in the wilderness.

Looking around, the mountain was covered by a sea of trees, the fresh scent of the trees, and the rustling of leaves mixed in as the wind blew.

The Changtian Calendar recorded from the day when the Ningzhou’s lone ascendant, the Changtian Taoist, achieved immortality.

Ningzhou hasn’t seen soone achieve immortality for fourteen thousand years.

Yet, in the neighboring Changzhou.

It might already be the seven hundred twenty-fifth year of the Haiyu Calendar.

Xiang Wuji walked between the mountains, each step like traversing heaven and earth.

The next second, he appeared in a marketplace, where no one could see him.

"Master Wen has a good heart, allowing you to set up stalls here. You should rember the Wen Family’s kindness."

"Look at those other marketplaces, requiring you to pay enough Spirit Stones before letting you set up stalls."

A middle-aged steward bellowed.

Xiang Wuji strolled through the marketplace when a young child, only about eleven or twelve years old, cautiously approached and said, "Senior, is it your first ti here? Do you need guidance?"

The child’s eyes held strength and hope.

Xiang Wuji smiled faintly and said nothing more, just patted the child’s head.

"This isn’t my first ti."

With that, his silhouette vanished from the spot.

The child was sowhat stunned; he seed to sense that his ability to absorb the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi had beco stronger... his talent... seed to have improved?!

An Immortal blesses my crown, tying my hair, granting long life.

Xiang Wuji took another step and ca to a clan hall.

In the clan hall, a character for "Wen" written in flowing strokes was displayed.

An elderly man with white hair was sternly scolding a few young disciples who had erred.

"Tell the ancestors of our Wen Family about your ridiculous deeds!"

"Co! Speak before the ancestors!"

It was unclear what errors these young disciples had committed to cause such fear in the family elder.

On the leading position of the ancestor tablet

It was inscribed

Ancestor · Wen Xin

The sixty-first Sect Leader of the Everlasting Sect.

Nascent Soul Perfection Great Cultivator...

Xiang Wuji stood with hands behind his back in front of Wen Xin’s tablet.

The kneeling youths nodded, but out of the corner of their eyes, they faintly saw a figure in black appear before the tablet. They widened their eyes in shock, but upon looking again, the figure had mysteriously vanished.

They were startled and wide-eyed, which was quickly followed by another stern scolding from the family elder.

Xiang Wuji took another step.

The surroundings changed once again.

This was an extrely cold space, where four complete Ten Thousand Years Profound Ice were arranged with a special array.

Within the array, plants bearing icy flowers thrived, where coldness and vitality were perfectly fused at this mont.

In the center of countless icy plants, an ice coffin lay quietly.

Xiang Wuji gently stroked the ice coffin.

Within the ice coffin, a peerless beauty dressed in a blue gown lay quietly.

She seed to be rely sleeping, but Xiang Wuji sensed neither vitality nor soul fluctuation from her.

"Wen Xin..."

Xiang Wuji uttered these two words.

Wen Xin was about the sa age as him, maybe even seven or eight years older.

Now, more than two thousand seven hundred years have passed.

"Impossible..."

"You bore the Wood King Heart, possessed the Ten Thousand Flowers Wood Spirit Body of the Wood Dao Physique, how could you have lived such a short life..."

The ice coffin lted, and Xiang Wuji embraced Wen Xin, remaining silent for a long ti.

A figure in a red dress appeared beside Xiang Wuji without uttering a word.

"Why..."

Standing behind Xiang Wuji, it was surprisingly Ye Lianqiu.

Currently, the aura around Ye Lianqiu had transford; she too was a Divinity Transformation Cultivator in the sa realm as Xiang Wuji.

A hint of sorrow flickered in the depths of Ye Lianqiu’s eyes.

The next second, she was suddenly sent flying backward.

Xiang Wuji had fiercely gripped her jade-like neck, saying, "Why does her Wood King Heart reside in your body?"

Ye Lianqiu did not resist, rely turned her head to the side, allowing Xiang Wuji to press her down.

Ye Lianqiu said, "Upon learning of the Heaven-Falling Valley’s fall and your death, Wen Xin refused to believe you had died."

"Rumors in the Wood Dao Cultivation Realm said Ancestor Lin Sen left behind a Secret Technique capable of resurrecting the dead, so she went after it."

"Then she unexpectedly learned from the Ten Thousand Dao Alliance that you were still alive, only that the alliance planned to continue dealing with you."

"This she exchanged her life for you."

Ye Lianqiu took out a jade scroll.

It seed sothing was written on the jade scroll, but it was obscured by Spiritual Light.

"She saved as well..." Ye Lianqiu caressed her chest.

Wen Xin’s heart was still beating in her chest.

Xiang Wuji looked at the jade scroll in his hand, saying nothing for a long while.

"She said she wanted to wait for your return so she could see you again..."

"This array was sothing I spent two hundred years making, allowing her body to remain undying for ten thousand years, so even if you co in the next life, you can see her."

Wen Xin gave a wry smile.

"And this sword..."

"It was given to by Jiangg Zhiqing. That day, Jiangg Zhiqing and Wen Xin were together, but Zhiqing’s cultivation was too weak, she... couldn’t preserve her body..."

Or rather, Jiangg Zhiqing’s soul had shattered and transford into a Sword Spirit, infused into this Immortal Sword.

Yin and Yang surged within this Immortal Sword. If properly nurtured, it could truly beco a treasure, even an Immortal Artifact.

Xiang Wuji held Wen Xin and caressed her face for the last ti.

Cold to the touch.

The ice coffin reappeared.

"When I die, if my body still remains, please bury with her."

"In this life, I owed too many, but what I owe her is the most..."