With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 164 - 162: The Anomaly

"Jiang... Uncle Jiang..." Xun Yuan felt a bit dizzy.

The ordinary surroundings seemed extremely precious to Xun Yuan, almost bringing him to tears.

"Uncle Jiang, how are you so powerful..." Xun Yuan looked at Jiang Ming with admiration.

Jiang Ming patted Xun Yuan’s head, saying, "You can achieve this as long as you cultivate."

Xun Yuan’s thoughts were simple; he purely admired Jiang Ming’s strength. If it was an adult with more complex thoughts, they might suspect Jiang Ming of having hidden intentions and power.

"Mm-hmm."

"Alright, we’re going home."

"Mm, going home."

A gentle breeze arose around Jiang Ming, carrying Xun Yuan down the mountain.

Jiang Ming turned slightly, looking back at Longevity Peak.

He didn’t know what methods had been arranged on Longevity Peak; even though its interior was hollowed out, it still stood firm as usual.

However, from the breach, a continuous stream of cold aura was seeping out.

"Infant Fruit Tree..." Jiang Ming’s brow furrowed; it was what he heard from the young man Yan from Sea Suppression City.

The Infant Fruit Tree seemed to have strict environmental requirements like other natural treasures. It’s unclear what methods were used to turn a vibrant mountain into such a ghostly site.

Jiang Ming diverted his gaze, a faint layer of True Spirit Divine Sense extended over himself and Xun Yuan as they swiftly moved through the forest shadows.

Above in the sky, several streaks of flowing light flew past.

A phantom of a Character Card flashed deep in Jiang Ming’s eyes.

It was the Character Card of Zhu Chen at the Foundation Establishment Stage, somewhat dim, indicating that the summoning times were exhausted.

But the benefits were numerous...

Jiang Ming’s gaze reflected another line of golden text.

[Spirit Points: 3677.2]

The Simulation Points were innumerable.

Especially the Infant Fruit Tree, which contributed over a thousand Spirit Points to Jiang Ming.

The others were contributed by the Mortal Transcendence demons.

It seemed Mingwu City had gathered all the Mortal Transcendence demons around to cultivate a special growth environment for the Infant Fruit Tree in Longevity Peak.

These Mortal Transcendence demons, along with the Infant Fruit Tree, became Jiang Ming’s resources.

"Boom——————" A tremendous noise resounded from behind, shaking the earth.

"Ah—" A roaring sound wave came from afar.

Jiang Ming turned to look, his pupils slightly constricting.

He saw a large piece of the mountain wall on Longevity Peak being blasted away, with the towering peak beginning to collapse.

"Wu Ye?"

Only someone as powerful as Wu Ye, at the Peak of Red Body, could cause such a commotion.

"Even though Longevity Peak is hollow, to cause such a disturbance... its power is nearing the Fake Core..."

Jiang Ming no longer looked, carrying Xun Yuan swiftly in the direction of the Xun Family.

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

Wu Ye waved his hand, crushing the flying stones before him with a repulsive force.

The blood-red color in Wu Ye’s eyes quickly faded, and he momentarily suppressed the agitation in his heart.

Wu Ye slowly landed, quietly watching the half-collapsed Longevity Peak, his gaze contemplative.

Wu Ye was a broad-shouldered tall man, dressed in black, a cloak billowing behind him. Just standing there, his tall figure exuded immense pressure.

"Lord Wu."

"Lord Wu."

"Lord Wu, the failure is ours to blame, please punish us." Various figures dressed in black hastily gathered from all directions.

Wu Ye waved his hand, his tone already calm, saying, "Even the most meticulous plans can have a flaw..."

"Bao Changtian and Li Kui are dead; this isn’t your fault."

"It seems Sea Suppression City dispatched more than three Peak Red Body cultivators to probe..."

"Let’s start the ceremony immediately; Sea Suppression City is already wary." Wu Ye’s tone was calm, his cloak billowing, and next thing you knew, Wu Ye’s silhouette had vanished from sight.

Those present looked at each other, then scattered in various directions.

These people were confidants personally trained by Wu Ye, with the weakest among them having reached the Heart Lamp Awakening Realm.

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

"Oh? Lord Wu intends to commence the ceremony ahead of schedule?"

In the dim temple, an old monk resembling a mummy opened his cloudy eyes, looking toward the man in black before him.

"Yes, I ask for the abbot’s cooperation." The man in black bowed slightly.

"I understand..." The old monk nodded.

The man in black retreated, his steps hurried, as if eager to leave this place.

"Abbot..."

"Abbot..."

Three figures wrapped in kasayas approached the old monk.

The old monk rose from the ground, his skin writhing suddenly, the once shriveled flesh becoming vibrant with vitality, as healthy blood and muscle filled his body.

By the time he stood, he had transformed into an incredibly handsome young monk.

"An anomaly, the causal paths have changed..." the abbot’s voice now smooth and youthful instead of old and raspy.

The three kasaya-clad figures exchanged puzzled glances.

"Karma... still too abstruse..." The abbot shook his head, a trace of regret in his eyes.

"After this, the item will return to its rightful owner..." The abbot murmured after a long silence.

The three were about to speak but were deterred by his authority.

"Is there enough Golden Sarira?"

"Lord Wu’s needs are met, but ours..." the long-faced monk hesitated to reply.

The abbot nodded.

"If that’s the case, prioritize Wu Ye first."

"But abbot..."

"No buts, Wu Ye could destroy the Longevity Temple as he did back then, obliterating us too."

"Wu Ye’s cultivation has reached terrifying levels, almost on the verge of unlocking the Divine Treasure."

The three no longer spoke.

The Divine Treasure, a terrifying realm.

At that level, one possesses the divine techniques to create and destroy, able to tread the Wilderness, hunt Deceitful Kings, and expand for Great Lii.

"Send the Golden Sarira to Wu Ye, this ceremony benefits us both."

"The bait on those little insects can also be collected; there’s no time to nurture them further."

The abbot continuously spoke, his gaze landing on the Buddha statue behind him.

Lowering his head, he turned the prayer beads, chanting "Amitabha Buddha" while reciting the scriptures aloud.

The three vanished from the temple.

From above, this spot appeared to be an inconspicuous corner of the sprawling main temple of the Great Compassion Temple, teeming with devoted followers in various locations.

"Golden Sarira... what a pity, how well it would serve cultivation." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The long-faced monk showed regret.

He arrived at the base of a Buddha Tower at the temple’s center.