Chapter 270: My Life Is Without Regret

The Yuzhe Sect still held back a card, never releasing internal information about Eden to the outside world; publicly, they actively cooperated with Eastern cultivators, even producing the original talisman from yesterday's recreation, planning to repair the Bronze Gate, but internally, they assembled a team to enter the Penglai Ruins via the passage discovered by Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang.

This perfectly aligned with the competitive interests among different factions: once the external Bronze Gate was repaired and numerous forces gathered, the Yuzhe Sect would have already explored the Penglai Ruins for years.

The full moon hung high, but unlike last time, a silver ouroboros encircled it.

It was said that was the Fate Angel seated by Mr. Yuzhe, capable of restarting time and space, ensuring nothing ever reached a true ending—only an entity of such rank possessed such power, and one of Qu Yanping's rebirth methods originated from Him.

With Him present, the lunar wound could never heal or be repaired.

Without the interference of flesh monsters, this time the group rode the clearly technologically styled Heavenly Artifact upward.

"Your attacks ignore spatial lockdown—you reached here thanks to this Heavenly Artifact, correct?" Mr. Miss Kelaien gently stroked the interior steel walls and asked:

"Mr. Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang, do you know you've been bounty-hunted by the Immortal Court for three Chen Ge Hu, two Heavenly Artifacts, and one Divine Art?"

"The Nidhogg Consortium offered a Spear of Fate and a license to utter a World-Ending Word."

"Free cultivators pooled three million spirit stones."

"The Battle Buddha Sect, feeling their honor damaged, even offered their relics to pursue you."

Qu Yanping, lost in thoughts of danger and potential gains, was utterly stunned—had he just heard something absurd?

"Are they all brain-dead?" Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang exclaimed through the thick glass: "I'm worth this much? Why didn't you tell me sooner? If I'd known, I'd have sold myself to let them kill me a few times—why bother coming with you to the Penglai Mystical Realm?"

"Isn't your junior waiting for you to rescue him?" Mr. Miss Kelaien countered. "Besides, they've allied with many cultivators aiming to end your life completely."

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang fell silent at once—if he got banned until the game shut down, what was the point? He'd somehow made a huge mistake.

But he truly couldn't control this love-hate instinct; since no one could die anyway, the bottom line seemed less important.

Qu Yanping's eyes were filled with dread—he looked at the wild-eyed man, who claimed to be hunted but never revealed what he'd done outside; Qu Yanping, determined not to pry into others' affairs or invite trouble, had never asked for specifics.

But.

What had this cultivator done to provoke a group of Immortals into offering such lavish bounties?

Qu Yanping swallowed hard; had he been able to contact the outside world, he'd have secretly leaked the information.

"Don't worry,"

"Time's up." The speaker was another Yuzhe Sect angel, Merlin Hermes, the Yuzhe's subordinate deity, a man dressed as a magician, and the leader of this expedition.

The air fell abruptly silent; accompanied by a low, smooth rumble, the steel golem unfurled radiant light wings, and in snowstorm-like dense light particles, a cold, massive black muzzle aimed at the moon above.

Boom—!!!

Bai Hong pierced the moon; the full moon shattered, and the desolate world reappeared.

"I hope the space here is unrestricted," Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang wished.

"Your wish shall be granted," Merlin Hermes snapped his fingers.

Seeing Qu Yanping's confusion, Father 【Amon】 smiled and said: "This is the God of Wishes—if you have any wish, try voicing it to Him."

Before Qu Yanping could think how to respond, whoosh—the surroundings abruptly changed.

Outside the window lay a pitch-black night sky; the shattered moon hung before them, and ahead stretched a desolate land—the path to the Penglai Ruins had finally appeared.

The steel golem passed through the gate, no larger than a star, descending onto this land thick with decay.

Only now did Qu Yanping suddenly feel fear and unease—he realized his actions had been off; had he been blinded by profit yesterday?

He'd seen that scene of two slaughtering Immortals—and still dared to rush here?!

Even with the Yuzhe Sect accompanying him, if real danger arose, even they might be unable to save themselves.

He numbly touched his head; only now, upon entering this Mystical Realm, did he gradually recall all the oddities.

"Time's up."

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang's words snapped Qu Yanping back to reality; the environment shifted—the steel golem vanished, and the group slowly descended, stepping onto soft soil.

The surrounding trees resembled a fire's aftermath—no leaves, only blackened branches; the soil beneath was stained a strange crimson, not shocking like blood, but more sinister.

"That mad bird doesn't seem to be here," Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang nervously glanced around: "Aren't Jin Chida all extinct?"

His understanding of the simulated universe's background setting was precisely that: many species extinct, leaving only scattered NPCs in the modern era.

In this simulated universe, participants were forbidden from mentioning terms like "player," "NPC," or "quest"—they were required to treat themselves as true natives.

All cultivators entering the simulated universe saw a status bar resembling an online game interface; on its simulated universe cultivator forum, administrators posted announcements of major events or sect quests.

"Not surprising—this place surely retains rich biodiversity," Geelman Sparrow said coldly. "First rule of wilderness exploration: never stay too long in one place."

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang nodded; having finally reached a brand-new dungeon, he naturally wanted to wander everywhere, find a chance to ditch the "protagonist," and go off on his own.

If he lost control and accidentally died, the senior would never let him off.

As always: acting recklessly without dying is being reckless; deliberately seeking death is being an idiot.

He'd been targeted for ages after saying that in front of Zunzhe Henghuo, who insisted on forcing him through nine years of Confucian compulsory education.

Pfft—if he could sit at a desk with a brush and read books, where would he go to fool around?

If the simulated universe was heaven, the Confucian academy was hell.

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang took a deep breath, gathered his Qi to activate a teleportation technique—next moment—

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang drew a deep breath, gathered his spiritual energy to activate a teleportation technique and followed—next moment.

Bang! Bang!!

His vision went black as he crashed into a pile of rocks; the scenery flickered like a high-speed train entering a mountain tunnel—bright, then dark, alternating.

When Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang regained awareness, he lay on a mountain range a thousand li away.

He processed this for a while; his internal Qi surged like an ocean, continuously radiating terrifying energy, a powerful force coursing through every meridian.

【System Prompt: You have entered the Penglai World. Since your previous cultivation had not reached Immortal status, your Ruyi Zhenxian cultivation has been automatically loaded.】

【Free Exploration Mode Activated. Main Quest: Survive.】

【Large-Scale Dungeon "Traces of the Sword" Open Countdown: 10 days, 5 hours, 3 minutes, 24 seconds (time measured by Penglai Calendar; one year equals one day in the outside world).】

【Special Notice: Exiting the dungeon mid-way permanently prevents re-entry. Please choose carefully.】

【Special Notice: After exiting the instance midway, you cannot re-enter. Please choose carefully.】

Improving favor with NPCs in the instance allows you to learn new system cultivation techniques; these techniques can be taken out of the simulation universe, submitted to the Wangshu Pavilion to earn points, and exchanged for reality items of varying tiers.

Point rewards have been refreshed: 【5th-rank】 Blessing of Light (1), 【6th-rank】 Holy Communion of Light (2), 【8th-rank】 One Strike Projection of the Holy Spear of Mr. Light (5), 【9th-rank】 Resurrection Coin of Light (10).

The top three on the point ranking list will each receive: a 【6th-rank True Jun's combat power】 Angel Puppet, one leaf of Wu Dao Tea, and a reserved seat at the Wangshu Pavilion.

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang first froze, then grinned, and roared toward the sky:

"Awesome!!!"

He'd been trapped in the Eden instance for years—do you know how he survived these past years?! Like a savage! He lived as a savage in Eden for years; if he hadn't met the protagonist, he still wouldn't know how much longer he'd have to endure.

Before he could revel in his excitement, the Yuzhe Sect members teleported Qu Yanping right before him.

"What? Come to drag me in for the reward?" Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang grew wary.

"How did your power surge so suddenly?" Mei Lin Heluomosi's eyes brimmed with curiosity: "Have you become a Xian?"

"I don't know." Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang instantly slipped into character, forcing a face of suppressed excitement: "I feel… I can do anything now. I could beat ten thousand A Qi."

Qu Yanping was stunned, recalling the description Fang Zheng had given: "Upon first entering Penglai, I was already a formidable Xian; after centuries, I had grown immensely powerful."

His heart pounded like a war drum—boom, boom. His breathing slowed, filled with both anticipation and dread as he checked his own status.

Unfortunately, he was still just a Nascent Soul cultivator.

This disappointed him, yet also brought a sigh of relief—but why? Was this a stroke of fortune?!

Hummm

Hummm

A piercing sound echoed in everyone's ears, emanating from Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang.

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang stared at the storage pouch at his waist; something inside was pushing and bumping, emitting a sharp noise.

In an instant, a green flash burst from his pouch and shot skyward; less than a second later, howling winds surged, and dozens of storms, each over a thousand kilometers in diameter, erupted around the mountains, their razor-sharp gale-force winds piercing into the rocks.

A brilliant green light, trailing a long tail, tore through space from the distant horizon.

"Thief! Submit to justice!!!"

That night, on a snow-covered mountain, white as snow.

A hand, battered and bleeding, bones exposed, gripped a long blade and plunged it into the cliff face.

"These Yuzhe Sect traitors," Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang struggled to rise from beneath the steep cliff, rolling over with all his strength onto the ledge, gasping for breath:

"They sold me out the moment they realized my target."

"Where's my teammate?"

"Here's your teammate." Mei Lin Heluomosi stepped out of history with several others, sighing: "You've got an incredibly tough life, Mr. Kuangdao Sanlang. That heavenly Xian killed you for two full days and nights and still couldn't finish you off."

"I've… been killed… seven times already." Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang's entire body was covered in wounds that kept healing; had he not waited until the cooldown of the Heaven's Artifact expired, his entire arsenal of resurrection methods might have been blocked at the spawn point.

"What enmity? What grudge?!"

He hadn't even had time to savor the taste of True Xian power before a Heavenly Xian crushed his spirit—this game experience was terrible!

"Don't you recognize him?" Mei Lin Heluomosi smiled: "That's the Great Saint Who Subdues Demons of the Lime Moon Immortal Court."

"What the hell?!" Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang gasped: "He's Jin Chida?! Isn't Jin Chida a demon?"

"In your Eastern lands, Sun Wukong can be the Great Sage Equaling Heaven—why can't Jin Chida be the Great Saint Who Subdues Demons?" Mei Lin Heluomosi muttered to himself:

"While you were being hunted, we gathered some interesting intel: the first group chasing you, and your own disciple's disciple, both arrived here."

"Which means there must be a third entrance into this place."

"You're really cunning—Da Lingye is famously blessed by fortune, yet you pretended to go on a journey just to drag him along. Tsk tsk—you've dragged them all into this mess."

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang's face darkened instantly. The acting was fake—but these people were serious about killing him!

Dead!

Dead!

Dead!

Shouldn't I have sealed the door with Immortal-grade talismans? No no no—I shouldn't have hired the Witch of Wan Shi Wu to create a dimensional maze in the emergency exit.

Finished. This time I'm definitely getting banned.

I planned to sneak into the Penglai ruins during early testing to gather more resources, then watch everyone else scramble helplessly during the public launch—but I took the wrong path!

Was that sign I smashed, the one that read "Under Construction," really the Eden logo?

"Oh, by the way, Zao Hua Fa Wang has attained the Arhat fruit position and founded the Great Electric Sound Temple. This is his gift to you. He also said that although he doesn't know why so many cultivators are hunting you, please don't come looking for him."

Hearing this, two warm trails slipped down Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang's corners of his eyes—he couldn't tell if it was from emotion or sorrow.

Fa Wang n＠＃！＄

In the extreme cold, the warm tears on his face quickly turned to ice spikes. Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang turned to the protagonist, who had remained silent from start to finish; the man's pupils were unfocused, his mouth slightly open, his soul and body alternately merging and separating.

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang: "What's wrong with him?"

【Miss Kelaien】 adjusted his cracked monocle and chuckled: "I listened to a song he sang. Fascinating. Father Amon, thank you for the recommendation."

【Amon】: "You're welcome, Mr. Miss Kelaien."

Suddenly, Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang felt a crushing weight like dark clouds overhead—a murderous intent surged like a tidal wave.

"Good luck," Gelmán Spáro said coldly. "I believe you're the mad adventurer."

Their figures gradually faded. Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang lunged forward, hand outstretched with binding spells—but his grasp caught only empty air, his palm filled with icy wind and snow.

"No…"

The Yuzhe Sect members might not be the best fighters, but when it came to escape techniques, they were unquestionably number one. Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang had hoped they'd take him with them.

He turned his gaze upward—a young woman with gray hair and a childlike face held a long spear. She wore a garment resembling ancient robes; her exquisite features were now twisted.

"After all these years, I've been tricked by a mere junior into this pitiful state…" she snarled, voice thick with resentment: "You call that noise heavenly music?!"

"Lady Immortal, who are you?" Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang had no memory of her.

She gave no reply. Instead, golden light flared across the surrounding peaks. Massive deer, larger than mountains, stepped forth; celestial cranes spread their wings and took flight; the storms around them surged, signaling the imminent arrival of some being.

This wasn't even the most chilling part.

In the sky, Su Qi, Beihe Sanren, the Destroying Phoenix Young Master, the Lord of the Seven Lifesigns Mansion, and many others—friends or foes alike—had arrived. They stood in the east, each with an ethereal aura, holding various magical artifacts, while their disciples wore uniform armor, resembling an army.

On the western sky appeared the Abbot of the Battle Buddha Sect, accompanied by a host of solemn monks, the clouds beneath them stained with auspicious golden hues.

"Is this really necessary!" Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang felt his tears had dried up, "Have I really broken the Heavenly Laws?!"

What are they trying to do? This isn't the kind of scene used against Sun Wukong!

"Audacious Lang San!" A commanding voice rolled like thunder.

Lang San was his real name.

"Do you know your crime?"

The lines were snatched by a lively and beautiful fairy—Yu Rouzi—who gave Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang an apologetic glance.

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang fell silent for a moment, then, under the gaze of countless gods and buddhas, clenched his fists and shouted loudly:

"My life—I have no regrets!"

(End of Chapter)