I Have a Cultivation Simulator

[As a core disciple of Mituo Hall from the Western Desert, the bald man thoroughly understood the rules of the Ghost Realm Trial Field. He clearly knew the two major prerequisites for the third phase of the dharma cultivation trial.]

[Under the ironclad rules of these two prerequisites, the absolute highest cultivation limit for any trial-taker was the Early Nascent Soul Stage.]

[An Early Nascent Soul Stage true lord? Even if the bald man was no match for one, he could still rely on his numerous trump cards to hold out for a few breaths.]

[A few breaths of time was more than enough for him to contact the Armored Guardian and voluntarily forfeit.]

[Under normal circumstances, an Early Nascent Soul Stage trial-taker would defeat the crowd of competitors, take their seat at the highest mountain peak, and accept rolling challenges from the others.]

[There was no time to rest during these rolling challenges. Dozens of trial-takers at the absolute limit of the Core Formation Stage would challenge them one after another in a grueling gauntlet. Eventually, multiple peak Core Formation trial-takers would even join forces to fight that Early Nascent Soul Stage trial-taker.]

[In that situation, even someone with an Early Nascent Soul Stage cultivation would find it incredibly difficult to last for an entire year.]

[After all, the challengers were not ordinary Core Formation Stage true persons, but peerless geniuses who had already passed the first two phases of the trial.]

[Every single one of them was at the very limit of the Core Formation Stage.]

[Of course, an Early Nascent Soul true lord appearing in the third phase of the trial was a highly unlikely event.]

[Even a heaven's proud child would struggle to form a Nascent Soul before the age of one hundred and fifty, not to mention the massive amount of time wasted on the first two phases of the trial.]

[But right now? Feeling the boundless, omnipresent aura that belonged exclusively to a Great Cultivator, the bald man opened his mouth, wanting to immediately contact the Armored Guardian and forfeit.]

[What kind of joke was this? A Core Formation Stage cultivator fighting a Great Cultivator? No matter how confident the bald man was, he didn't have that kind of courage.]

[However, right as he tried to forfeit, the bald man realized that all the magic power and spiritual sense in his body had been completely sealed. He was like a bug trapped in amber; even turning his thoughts had become extremely difficult.]

["I..."]

[Staring at the blurry figure of the green-robed man in the distance, the bald man's consciousness plunged into darkness.]

[Having casually slapped the peak-defending trial-taker to death, you only felt a profound sense of exhilaration.]

['As expected, crushing weaklings is so much more comfortable...' you thought to yourself. For most of the fifth simulation, you had basically been fighting experts at your own level, and for a period of time, you even faced the threat of a Late Stage Great Cultivator.]

[When was it ever as relaxing as this? These were the exact kinds of opponents you should be facing.]

['This trial-taker should be from the Western Desert's Mituo Hall... the Arhat Tuoshan from three hundred years in the future?']

[With just a casual glance earlier, you had memorized the bald man's appearance and aura, which perfectly matched the Arhat Tuoshan you had heard about in the fifth simulation.]

[Arhat Tuoshan was a Buddhist arhat at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage Peak. His physical body was like a vajra; even an ordinary Late Stage Great Cultivator would have to expend quite a bit of effort to suppress him.]

[It was just that in this time period, Arhat Tuoshan was only at the Core Formation Stage.]

['To think this Mituo Hall arhat actually had the serendipity to enter the Ghost Realm Trial Field.']

[On second thought, you weren't surprised.]

[Which true lord at the Mid Nascent Soul Stage hadn't experienced numerous fortuitous encounters to reach that level?]

[As a dominant force in the Western Desert, it wasn't unbelievable for Mituo Hall to control one of the entrances to the Ghost Realm Trial Field.]

[You had once heard from the Armored Guardian that there were exactly three hundred entrances to the Ghost Realm Trial Field. Each region's entrance restricted how many trial-takers could enter within a given number of years.]

['What a pity...']

[You shook your head slightly. From now on, there would be no more Arhat Tuoshan.]

[You felt no hesitation about killing him.]

[And it wasn't just Arhat Tuoshan; you didn't plan on sparing any of the subsequent trial-takers either.]

[First, it was to conceal your identity. Every one of these trial-takers had a massive faction standing behind them.]

[If they made it back alive and spread word of your existence, it would introduce unpredictable variables into your future plans.]

[Second, it was to pass this phase of the trial at the fastest possible speed.]

[According to the trial rules, even after defeating all the other competitors, you still needed to defend the highest peak for a year to face their rolling challenges.]

[But what if all those trial-takers were dead?]

[Wouldn't you pass the trial early?]

[And the speed at which you cleared the trial would determine your final evaluation, which in turn affected the rewards.]

[Naturally, you wouldn't hold back.]

[As for these trial-takers dying here prematurely... since they had accepted the serendipity of the Ghost Realm Trial Field, they naturally had to bear the corresponding risks.]

[It was just that your existence made those risks a little bit higher.]

[Atop the second high mountain.]

[A withered, emaciated man suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the first peak—the mountain originally defended by the bald man.]

["The defender was swapped out?"]

[Every mountain peak was isolated by a hazy mist, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.]

[However, a change in defenders could be directly seen from the peak's external appearance.]

["Heh heh, that big bald guy relied on his powerful physical body to act as arrogantly as he pleased."]

[The emaciated man gloated. He had also challenged the bald man back then, and securing that victory had wasted a considerable amount of his time and effort.]

[He was in a good mood. The mountain peak the bald man defended was ranked at the very bottom.]

["Now that he's lost his status as a defender, he doesn't even have the qualifications to compete for the final victory..."]

["Next, it should be my turn to be challenged..."]

[The emaciated man was already prepared. Since this new trial-taker had defeated the bald man, he certainly wouldn't stop there.]

[It was a certainty that he would continue challenging his way up.]

["I want to see exactly what tricks a trial-taker who beat that big bald guy has up his sleeve. Let's see how many moves he can last against my divine soul illusion..."]

[Deep within the emaciated man's eyes, one illusion after another faintly collapsed and shattered.]

[As a dharma cultivation true person, the emaciated man possessed a special divine soul. Not only was his practice of the Divine Origin Void Crossing Great Art guided as if by the gods, but his profound attainments in illusion secret arts were also approaching those of a Nascent Soul Stage true lord.]

[The only reason he had managed to beat the bald man back then was by relying on his divine soul illusion arts to drag the latter's consciousness into oblivion.]

[The emaciated man took a step forward and arrived at the center of the mountain peak, the exact location where challengers were teleported.]

[He intended to launch a sneak attack the very moment the challenger teleported in.]

[Even if this new challenger was incredibly strong, without having explicitly experienced the third phase of the trial, there was a high probability he would suffer a disadvantage.]

[Buzz—]

[A ripple of spatial fluctuation emerged.]

[Condensing his divine soul fluctuations, the emaciated man stared unblinkingly at the center of the spatial distortion.]

[Formless divine soul ripples surged, bursting forth with a lethal illusion strike powerful enough to make even an Early Stage true lord take notice.]

[The next moment.]

[A figure dressed in green robes teleported in.]

[The emaciated man looked at the green-robed figure and suddenly felt as though this person was the absolute center of the world. The divine soul attack he had brewed with all his strength rapidly melted away like snow the instant it touched the casual aura emanating from the figure.]

["This is..."]

[The emaciated man was utterly dumbfounded. It was as if he had been waiting in ambush for a wild wolf, only to be met with a primordial holy beast the size of a mountain.]

['Is this a fucking Great Cultivator?']

[Only two thoughts had the time to surface in the emaciated man's mind.]

[That was the first one.]

[And the second thought was—]

['Is there still any justice left?!']

[Immediately afterward, the emaciated man's consciousness plunged completely into darkness.]

[He died from a divine soul attack, the very field he was most skilled at.]

['Hmm... I haven't heard of this trial-taker before...']

[You easily dealt with the emaciated man, but your memory held no intelligence regarding him from centuries in the future.]

[You weren't surprised by this. Breaking through from the Core Formation Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage didn't have a guaranteed success rate.]

[Even the most stunning and brilliant immortal cultivation geniuses could still fall to the Nascent Soul Heart Demon Tribulation.]

[The emaciated man on this mountain peak had either died to the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation later on, or he was killed by something else.]

[Regardless, he clearly hadn't successfully grown into the Nascent Soul Stage.]

[Otherwise, you would have heard of him.]

['The third peak...']

[You looked toward the next mountain peak.]

[In this current era, there were exactly twenty-one trial-takers in the third phase of the dharma cultivation trial.]

[They each defended one of the twenty-one mountain peaks.]

[When latecomers issued their challenges, they naturally started from the weakest peak.]

[On the third mountain peak, the defender was a female cultivator in black. She had a fiery figure, but her eyes were exceptionally icy.]

['Both the first and second peaks have changed defenders? It seems the newcomer is quite strong.']

[The female cultivator in black knew what was happening. Although she couldn't see the specific details of the battles, the sheer fact that the original defenders of the first two peaks had been completely defeated was enough to put her on high alert.]

['Perfect. I just finished mastering that offensive secret art. I originally planned to use it against the trial-takers on the higher peaks, but this is a great chance to test it on this new challenger.']

[The female cultivator in black stepped to the center of the peak and quietly waited for the challenge to arrive.]

[Whoosh—]

[Through the teleportation, you descended onto the third mountain peak and immediately spotted the female cultivator in black, who had been prepared for quite some time.]

["Who are you?"]

[The female cultivator in black, who had originally been ready for a major battle, instantly fell silent.]

[The vast, boundless aura radiating from your body reminded her of the Late Nascent Soul Stage grand elder from her own sect.]

[Furthermore, she had the distinct feeling that even her grand elder couldn't compare to you in terms of sheer profoundness.]

[Before she could even speak, she felt her divine soul tremble and face total annihilation.]

["Senior, I am..."]

[Before the female cultivator in black could finish announcing her sect, her divine soul aura scattered like smoke, and she thoroughly perished.]

["It doesn't matter who you are."]

[You showed no mercy, casually looting the spoils of war from her corpse.]

[You had to admit, although these third-phase trial-takers didn't possess much strength, their net worths were rather abundant. Adding the loot from the first two trial-takers and this female cultivator in black together could rival the total wealth of a normal Nascent Soul Stage true lord.]

['Disciples of large factions still have their merits.']

[You nodded to yourself and simultaneously teleported to the fourth mountain peak.]

[The fourth mountain peak.]

[The fifth mountain peak.]

[The ninth mountain peak.]

[The tenth mountain peak.]

[For every single mountain peak, the instant you teleported over, you were able to dispatch the defending trial-taker.]

[Quite a few trial-takers who were in the middle of cultivation didn't even have time to react. They only just realized you had come to challenge them, and then they died.]

[The twenty-first mountain peak.]

[This was where the strongest trial-taker in the third phase of the trial resided.]

["Hmm?"]

[The trial-taker defending the peak experienced a slight shift in expression as he looked down at the numerous mountain peaks below. "How could it be this fast?"]

[This trial-taker was named Fa Wuming. Dressed in white robes, his entire body emanated vigorous fluctuations of magic power.]

[Fa Wuming came from the Myriad Laws Sect, a top-tier faction in the Central Continent and one of the Three Dharmas. He was one of the sequence disciples with the highest aptitude in the Myriad Laws Sect.]

[With Fa Wuming's talent, his choices hadn't been limited to just the Ghost Realm Trial Field. He could have also chosen from several other Grotto-Heavens and Blessed Lands that favored dharma cultivation.]

[But after careful consideration and consulting with a certain Heavenly Monarch, Fa Wuming still ultimately chose the Ghost Realm Trial Field.]

[The clearance reward for the third phase of the Ghost Realm Trial Field was incredibly important to a dharma cultivation true lord. He could always compete for the treasures and resources of the other grotto-heavens in the future.]

[But for the Ghost Realm Trial Field, once someone surpassed a hundred and fifty years of age, they wouldn't even be qualified to open it.]

[Originally, Fa Wuming had been incomparably confident. There were no Nascent Soul true lords among the third-phase trial-takers of this era, and with his strength, he was virtually invincible below the true lord level.]

['Something's wrong!']

['Something is very wrong!']

[Fa Wuming's brow twitched. A sense of near-catastrophic peril flooded his heart.]

[Ever since he was young, he had possessed an extreme sensitivity to danger. Over the past hundred years, he had experienced danger several times, but none of it could remotely compare to this suffocating despair.]

['Run! I have to leave immediately!']

[Fa Wuming didn't hesitate for a single second, directly contacting the Armored Guardian. "Guardian, I forfeit the third phase of the trial!"]

[Just a few breaths after he spoke, an invisible ripple of spatial fluctuation flashed, taking Fa Wuming away until he vanished completely.]

[Half a breath later.]

[Another spatial fluctuation occurred, and your figure appeared in the center of the peak.]

["Hmm? No one's here."]

[The instant you teleported to the peak, your massive spiritual sense had shrouded every inch of the mountain, yet you found no trace of a trial-taker.]

['Interesting. He saw the defenders of the previous peaks being replaced, so he directly forfeited the third phase?']

[You immediately deduced the reason.]

[In truth, the trial-takers on several of the earlier peaks had also realized something was wrong, but they couldn't bear to just give up on the third phase.]

[Once they forfeited, they would be unable to obtain the subsequent chapters of the Divine Origin Void Crossing Great Art, meaning all their years of prior effort would be completely wasted.]

[Compared to outright giving up, waiting until you teleported over and then holding out for a few breaths to forfeit meant they would, at worst, be demoted to the previous peak and still retain a chance at victory.]

['The third phase of the trial...']

[You looked back. Twenty towering mountains stood tall, their peaks hazy and obscured, but you knew there wasn't a single trial-taker left on any of them.]

["Guardian, do I still need to continue the trial?"]

[You called out aloud to the Armored Guardian.]

[Logically speaking, you now needed to defend this high mountain peak for a year to face the rolling challenges of the other competitors.]

[But the reality was that aside from you, all the other trial-takers were dead. The only survivor, Fa Wuming, had been so terrified that he immediately forfeited the third phase.]

[Buzz—]

[The figure of the Armored Guardian appeared not far away. Red light surged in its eyes before it finally spoke.]

["Detected that the trial-taker has successfully cleared the third phase of the trial."]

["Clearance time: Twenty breaths."]

["Clearance evaluation..."]

[Red light intertwined deep within the Armored Guardian's eyes as it delivered the final evaluation.]

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