Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

A biting wind whips your long, red-black hair back.

Suddenly, you can't help but think of the old Taoist priest.

[After ruining my main account for thirty years, I create a new one, ruin that one too, and then create another.]

[Finally, I got the black card, and you're the forbidden hidden item.]

Even in this deadly predicament, you still have the mind to mock the old Taoist priest you sent away.

If he found out, he might be so angry he'd lift the coffin up!

A gentle smile appeared on your lips.

Then his expression turned somber, and his eyes became cold and clear.

This ghost world is truly gloomy.

[To avoid the inevitable calamity in the next simulation.]

[Surviving by a hair's breadth almost kills your chance to acquire talent attributes.]

[Because only by causing trouble, disrupting the overall situation, and affecting the celestial realm can one gain power and influence.]

[But once trouble is stirred up, it will be detected.]

[This will lead to a bloodbath.]

A complete dead end.

The principles of cause and effect, and destiny, truly belong to the Yin principle; we must learn them...

[In your mental database, place your understanding of these two authorities at the forefront.]

【call!】

The accumulated snow was swirled up into a tangled mess.

The figure in the black robe landed gracefully.

You're not worrying about the future because the simulation isn't over yet!

Until now, you were still trying to break the deadlock and lay the groundwork for a comeback.

[They were unaware that they were using a tactic of feigned retreat to advance.]

[Can we seduce Bo Bing?]

[If you had continued to threaten Wei Zhi with defying fate, you would have forced him to escort you into the capital.]

She could only manage to do what she was capable of.

If there is any danger, withdraw immediately.

Therefore, you did the opposite and took a gamble.

[First, hand over the rebellious decree to Wei Zhi, allowing him to weigh the pros and cons.]

Human nature is complex.

You're drawing out the remaining impulses beneath Wei Zhi's selfish and rational exterior.

However, even if Wei Zhi really wanted to try, to risk everything for someone...

Even this cannot avert disaster for you.

But this is an attitude!

[Your assessment of your own unwavering will.]

As has been the case for many years, a backup plan has been laid.

Snowflakes are falling, and you walk forward.

[You have turned off "Predictions".]

[Because of the dangerous warning, if crimson blood fills your vision.]

There's no need to predict at all.

[In the thirty-sixth year, at the age of fifty-two.]

In your later years, you are alone, entering the courtyard by yourself, facing a predetermined death.

A black trail, fluttering and traversing, leaves an unpredictable and elusive mark amidst the snow and wind.

You sighed softly to yourself.

[While walking alone, I suddenly missed my little brother, 2.5.]

[From the moment I descended the mountain from the Celestial Master's Mansion.]

My brother went missing at 2:05.

You don't know where it went, nor have you tried to find out.

Because of the predictable laws of cause and effect, the more you know now, the more disadvantageous it will be for you.

Suddenly, you stop and gaze into the distance.

[His cold, piercing gaze seemed to penetrate the swirling snow, as if surveying the entire courtyard.]

[The profound mystery of the Dao's lofty and exalted status, its magnificent ascension, its majestic rank.]

The vast and boundless divine senses of heaven and earth are all locked onto you.

The mere oppressive gaze that is not of this world is enough to shatter a soul.

The space around you seemed to freeze.

The falling snowflakes froze in time, annihilated by an invisible pressure, leaving only a projection of distorted spacetime.

The wind stopped, and all was quiet.

[Within my perception.]

One after another, lofty celestial beings, distorting the heavens, look down upon you.

The profound heritage of this ancient family is now revealed to you.

With such a display of force, you intend to enter the capital.

[It's practically a death sentence.]

But isn't it just a coincidence?

You just aren't afraid of dying.

Footsteps crunched on the snow, making a soft, rustling sound.

[Left hand rests on the sword, black hand holds the seal.]

[I raise my eyes to gaze upon the assembled celestial beings.]

[Her black robe danced wildly, her long red and black hair swayed in the wind.]

[Defying fate and misfortune in old age manifest as billowing black mist.]

The celestial beings arrogantly disregard your presumptuous attempt to rebel.

[Only when one perceives that rebellion, inversion, and ominous, eeriness.]

[An instinctive fear and resistance.]

But that's all.

The filth and grime were enough to make any of them back down.

But at this moment, all the celestial beings are seated.

In the blink of an eye, I can annihilate you completely, leaving you to vanish into thin air.

[You are in a standoff with the ancient, powerful celestial beings.]

[This drew the attention of everyone in the world who could perceive it.]

Despite the formidable natural defenses of Shu Prefecture, Xiang Che, whose mind was filled with the urge to fight, calmed down and suppressed the savage fighting spirit in his eyes.

[Your divine sense perceives the scene you are in.]

[The excitement is getting palpable again.]

I admire and envy them.

[A sigh of admiration: This is how a true man should be.]

Han Jing is as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, with a chilling demeanor. He is confident in his unparalleled strategic brilliance, yet he feels you have no way out.

[Yumen Pass.]

The Western Regions army has already captured Yongzhou.

[Jiang Bofu, appearing as an old and frail man, stood on a high wall, holding a compass of destiny.]

The mysterious interplay of cause and effect and destiny guides the pointer, pointing to a dead end.

"Let me see just how many secrets you're hiding..."

Jiang Bofu's hair was white as snow, and his long beard was streaked with frost.

[Those cloudy eyes conceal ethereal mysteries.]

[It was as if I were witnessing the intricate entanglement of cause and effect with fate.]

[If it's destiny, then write your own deadly trap.]

At this moment, he is using your mysterious and unknown methods to push the overall situation into chaos.

[Your fate is sealed.]

[Naturally, I hope you can inflict the most devastating blow on the ancient families of Zhongting.]

"Ordinary people are merely pawns in a game of chess; how can they be expected to create chaos..."

Jiang Bofu stroked his long beard, a knowing smile spreading across his face.

Yang Jian and the other two were also observing.

They looked at each other and remained silent.

Because deep down, they can't admit it, but they want you to break the deadlock.

[Knowing it's impossible, yet a sliver of delusion remains.]

That reflects a yearning to break free from the shackles of decay.

However, given their current positions, the three tacitly agreed but none spoke out.

[Golden Soup City.]

A tranquil courtyard.

The most vibrant colors in the world depict a magnificent form.

Wen Fei's amber eyes couldn't hide her worry.

Looking at the gentle and quiet Zuo Shi, she asked, full of confusion, "Aren't you worried?"

Zuo Shirou chuckled softly.

"I believe him."

Wen Fei gave a faint, bitter smile, unable to understand.

But she has her own decisions.

"You can live in seclusion here, and no one will disturb you."

Upon hearing Wen Fei's instructions, Zuo Shi, with her keen perception, immediately understood what the other woman was about to do.

"Auntie, be careful."

Upon hearing her address, Wen Fei's exotic and alluring face blossomed into a smile.

[Imperial capital, Imperial Palace, Taiyuan Hall.]

[Lü Zhen, dressed solemnly in his official robes, bowed respectfully and requested an audience with the emperor.]

【Jingxin Sword Studio.】

The tranquil lake, once calm and still, is now rippled, causing chaos in the Sword Pavilion.

[In the center of the lake, Pei Qingyu sits suspended in mid-air.]

Open your eyes.

Her swordsmanship is restless.

[A chaotic dance of spring and autumn.]

Gong Si sat on the edge of the eaves, her bare feet, adorned with emerald green, dangling beneath her robes.

[He rested his chin on his hand, seemingly troubled.]

[Whispering softly.]

"Master, aren't you afraid that getting me involved in this situation will cause the Holy Sect's lineage to be cut off?"