One Trait Draw Per Year Even Simulations Count

[Over the next few days, you read some bad news in the Celestial River Monthly Report.]

[On the special-tier planet Yalu, the man who called himself "Zhen" was executed.]

[Yalu is where the Peace Bureau headquarters is located.]

[The Celestial River Monthly Report is all text, with no images.]

[But it mentioned Zhen's real name.]

["Li Wentian..."]

You sighed deeply.

"Save him next lifetime..."

Another day passed.

[Oka Star is the Holy Dragon Society's main base, and also a special-tier star.]

"Who locks criminals up on a special-tier star? Old Shen's been taken to be a tool..."

Pathetic.

There was another item.

[The "devil" who caused planet-scale extinctions across multiple second-tier and third-class stars was punished.]

[An Immortal King personally struck, reducing him to ash on the spot; his soul and spirit utterly dispersed.]

[The news also printed an original poem that the devil recited before dying.]

[The reporter called the poem "complete nonsense."]

"That Great Demon was bound to die, but what a pity..."

You didn't really want to read the news anymore.

You were afraid of seeing bad news about the Sword Lord.

You realized that the human friends scattered everywhere, no matter how talented or promising, would not end well if they fought alone under alien hunting and without support.

In reality.

"This sixth lifetime of mine is also me running around everywhere, basically a lone wolf. This won't do... since everyone is in the Celestial River local galaxy, and the channels here are so developed, can't we gather?"

Each human acquaintance was an irreplaceable super talent.

In the Void Realm, with the laws of heaven and earth suppressing them, their ceiling was limited.

But in the Real Realm, once the ceiling was lifted and given opportunities, what they could accomplish—Chen Yi dared not imagine.

The problem now was that everyone was isolated and surrounded by powerful enemies.

They had to unite!

Chen Yi already started planning in his head what the next simulation should do.

[A few days later, Longevity Wood Village's once-per-century "funeral" ceremony began.]

[The ceremony was conducted with extreme solemnity; the several thousand villagers all gathered.]

[Before the ceremony began, the village first held a free banquet for everyone.]

[For the cultivators who had been active in the village recently, this was undoubtedly a perk.]

Everyone sat together, eating and drinking, chatting and laughing.

You looked at the ancestral soup before you and sighed.

"Didn't expect to eat at a banquet in this world."

Ji Wuqing used her chopsticks to grab this and that, even running to the next table to take dishes.

"Eat, of course! Lucky I had you two stay and attend the ceremony, otherwise where would you get this free lunch?"

Ji Baiming smiled wryly.

"Even if we had to pay, your father could afford it."

After the meal, the funeral ceremony formally began.

Everyone donned hemp mourning clothes, wore mourning headbands, held soul-summoning banners, scattered paper money, and carried a coffin filled only with clothes.

The men carried the coffin; the women wailed the whole way.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner was moved by the scene.

"Alright, alright, this atmosphere is great! Feels like going home!"

You were very familiar with this scene as well.

"This really is a funeral..."

Ji Wuqing and Ji Baiming, however, were seeing such a spectacle for the first time.

"What are they doing?"

"A funeral. After someone dies, before burial, they perform certain rituals."

"If they're dead, just burn them. Why make so much fuss?"

"Your cultural gap is huge."

Their funeral procession started at Longevity Wood Village and ended at the Emperor's Tomb on the mountain behind.

White paper money and pitch-black mist, at that moment, painted a puzzling black-and-white picture.

The cultivators who had been active in the village were also attracted by this grand ceremony and stopped to watch.

Seeing the funeral procession walk away, Ji Wuqing urged you two to follow.

"Hurry, hurry! Let's see what they'll do up the mountain!"

You and Ji Baiming felt helpless.

You had stayed in this village too long; as three wanted fugitives, this was not good.

It was safer for the three of you to keep moving.

The funeral procession arrived at the Emperor's Tomb.

The villagers formed circle after circle around the Ancestral Emperor statue.

They burned paper money while weeping bitterly.

"Emperor! Hear your descendants! In this world, we have nowhere to stand. The alien races oppress and enslave us; either we are killed or treated like dogs. The human race has lost its dignity!"

"Emperor! I heard on some stars humans are born slaves and will never be able to lift themselves up!"

"Emperor! I heard on some stars humans are forever forbidden from cultivating; they cut off our chance to ascend!"

"Emperor! I heard on some stars humans who finally succeed in cultivation are executed on fabricated charges!"

"Emperor! Do you hear our cries?"

"Emperor! Look upon your future descendants!"

"Emperor! When will your imperial might shine across the heavens again?"

Some elderly women, singing in a tune-like cry, sobbed as they sang.

You felt they might not even know what the words truly meant, simply repeating what the elders had taught them.

Ji Wuqing began to dab at her eyes again.

"The Torch Society must get involved in this ceremony!"

Ji Baiming's expression became complicated as he sighed deeply.

"If the Ji family hadn't cooperated with the alien races, we would have been wiped out long ago. But that 'cooperation' often meant betraying our own people, sigh..."

Ji Wuqing glanced at her father.

"You knowing this is enough!"

That was why Ji Wuqing had told you earlier: eat and drink on the Ji family's tab, but don't do work for them.

Because everything the Ji family had today was basically bought by selling out their kin.

Still, from another perspective, it preserved a force for the human race.

So Ji Wuqing's feelings toward her clan were tangled—love mixed with hate.

You thought of something.

"Why do they only hold this ceremony once every hundred years?"

Ji Wuqing considered.

"Probably because they can't afford it. Inviting everyone, hosting such a big event, it costs a lot."

Just then, the wailing and singing across the field suddenly became distant and hollow, as if transmitted into some vast, long space.

All the cultivators present sensed something abnormal.

Everyone looked around, searching for the source of the anomaly.

Suddenly, a dark-colored light burst forth from within the Ancestral Emperor statue.

This dark light swept in all directions with an irresistible momentum.

Where it passed, no cultivator could withstand the pressure contained within the light; some fell, some kneeled, some prostrated, otherwise they would have felt their bodies wanting to split apart from resisting.

"This is..."

You realized with shock.

As the dark light swept across heaven and earth, all the Pollution vanished!

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!