[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten":3,"chapter-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-593":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simulated to Reality: I Once Looked Down Upon Ten Thousand Ages?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2347608,4587,"Chapter 593: The Golden Family, A Single Buddhist Chant!","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-593",593,"\u003Cp>The carriage had slowly passed Nai Bridge; dismounting here, the West Wing Pavilion was not far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You pulled back the curtain and saw the carriage ahead enter Sima Family’s carriage pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the two carriages behind you, lacking space to park, remained waiting outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How awkward!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why the coachman asked such a question!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You paused briefly, facing this situation… you decided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1. Disembark and head to the West Wing Pavilion. (Hint: You may be drawn into this incident, revealing your cultivation—unfavorable to you.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2. Wait here. (Hint: This may invite disaster.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3. Disembark and go to Sima Family’s carriage pavilion. (Hint: Ten deaths, no survival.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>4. Go to Xie Family’s carriage pavilion. (Hint: Possibly beneficial to your future.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>5. Participate personally. (0\u002F3)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the great tripod, ten thousand rays of radiant light poured forth; the characters upon it slowly stabilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke stared at the five options, especially Option 3—entering Sima Family’s carriage pavilion—was a certain death sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eliminate the final option: participate personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the remaining options, only Option 4, based on the hints, was the most suitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke dared not be careless now; having simulated this long, he was fully focused—this Grand Floral Banquet had spawned so many options.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t even entered the Grand Floral Banquet yet, and even this minor matter of disembarking from the carriage carried life-or-death peril.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke made his choice directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>4. Go to Xie Family’s carriage pavilion. (Hint: Possibly beneficial to your future.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You smiled: “Head straight to Xie Family’s carriage pavilion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coachman froze. Go to the Xie Family?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My name is Xie Guan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coachman suddenly understood—he was the young master of the Xie Family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately turned the carriage around and headed toward Xie Family’s carriage pavilion, far from Sima Family’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Giddy-up—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the carriage ahead that hadn’t entered, a slender hand lifted the curtain, revealing a pair of eyes like autumn water, watching the carriage behind depart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those beautiful eyes lingered in thought, then dismissed it, gently lowering the curtain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet strangely!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coachman of this carriage had lifeless, entirely white eyes, veins and tendons bulging grotesquely across his face, mouth gaping wide, his body like a dried corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coachman drove the carriage into Xie Family’s pavilion; under the empty moonlight, row upon row of carriages stood silently, eerily still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too silent!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something’s wrong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coachman frowned—how could it be this utterly quiet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled the carriage to a stop. “Whoa—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your eyes glowed with star patterns at your third eye; your primordial spirit sensed the surroundings, and you too froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the coachmen and servants on the surrounding carriages were dead—and the killer made no effort to hide: each had suffered severe internal injuries, their heart meridians shattered by brute force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single survivor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of Xie Family’s coachmen and servants were dead—including people you knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet none of the ladies, young mistresses, or head maids of the courtyards were among them—only servants, maids, and underlings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coachman seemed to realize something; his face turned ashen with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice choked with panic, his whip falling to the ground: “Dead… people!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His throat felt constricted—he’d served Sima Family in Bianjing for years; when had such a thing ever happened?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm voice cut through his panic: “Don’t panic yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drive the carriage inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coachman hesitated—the inside was full of corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young master, the servants are terrified…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man stepped from the carriage to the driver’s seat, tapped the ground lightly, and the whip flew into his hand; he flicked the horses, guiding the carriage into the stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man watched the young man’s calm profile, his composure unshaken—and only then did his heart settle slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After securing the carriage, you did not move again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man looked around at the corpses; blood dripped from many of the carriage interiors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air began to reek of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never experienced anything like this—he’d lost all sense of direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old man has an elderly mother above, a young child below…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You glanced at him—how could a man his age still have a mother?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coachman finally steadied himself, voice trembling: “Young master, what do we do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Send for the household guards? The academy? The government?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You looked at the surrounding carriages and the moon over the horizon: “Wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The killer is still nearby—help from afar won’t reach us in time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man was startled again; his fragile composure shattered once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You returned to the carriage, a calm energy rising in your chest, continuing to visualize the “Slaying Demon Sword” within your mind-sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When facing great crises, the mind must remain still!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old coachman squeezed into a corner of the carriage, trembling violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He begged the Master for protection, then the heavens and all gods, finally bowing to Prince Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You could only smile helplessly—if gods, masters, or Prince Yan could help—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be no suffering in this world!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You glanced at the sky—it was nearly time for the Grand Floral Banquet to begin; Xie Yuan and the others must have arrived already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Family’s carriage pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of those who had just entered Sima Family’s pavilion, all except six remaining individuals were dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, not quite dead—half-dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people within were like “puppet figures,” forcibly transformed into corpse puppets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only six remained alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three were surrounded in the center; the other three were Sima Family’s guards and patrons—two were mid-tier martial cultivators, the third a Nascent Soul cultivator of the seventh realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three within the circle felt only icy dread, their expressions terrified, eyes locked on the middle-aged man standing across from them, one hand behind his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Protect the Lady and the Young Misses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The six dared not slacken; they clung tightly to shield the three in the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around them, Sima Family’s servants, turned into corpse puppets, twisted bodies writhing like mad beasts, lunged at the six.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Kui stared at this scene, swallowed hard, sweat drenching his back, every hair on his arms standing on end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this the demonic sect’s method?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the evil I’ve done—compared to this, it wouldn’t even fill a tooth gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Sima Family’s caravan entered here, some people, like infected by plague, lost their minds, clawing and biting those beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of Xie Family’s people had become corpse puppets, stripped of reason, zombie-like, obeying only the commands of this middle-aged man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most terrifying of all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had done nothing—just stood there, not even moving a finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His methods were so bizarre, they surpassed Shen Kui’s imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly recalled: years ago, this Demon Master had used this technique to forge tens of thousands of corpse puppets, slaughtering an entire city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly terrifying!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lame old man stood silently to the side, saying nothing, yet his gaze grew increasingly wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had doubted this man’s authenticity moments ago—now, not a shred of doubt remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man was the Demon Master, Xu Jiangxian!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This method was the Blood God Sect’s “Demon Refining Art,” capable of silently transforming people into corpse puppets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corpse puppets could spread the infection among themselves—any wound or bite would transmit it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it could not be reversed—only by killing the caster could it be stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three protected in the center of the circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two of them—if Xie Guan were here—he would recognize them: Sima Muqing and Zhu Zi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Muqing’s face turned pale with panic, as if he had never imagined such a scene would unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ziqian, however, remained calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Muqing supported a middle-aged woman of striking beauty, clad in a long blue robe embroidered with patterns, golden hairpins adorning her jet-black hair coiled into a phoenix crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face was delicate and exquisite—high, straight nose, eyebrows and eyes as if painted—upon closer inspection, she bore a faint resemblance to the middle-aged man across from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now her gaze was hollow; even as her daughter clutched her hand, she showed no reaction, her expression etched only with resignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This woman was Xu Yuexi, Lady Xu of the Sima family and Sima Muqing’s biological mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpse puppets surged wildly forward; the three of them could handle them without much difficulty, but they dared not take their eyes off the middle-aged man across from them, not for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the guards wielded a dragon-twining staff, keeping the corpse puppets at bay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another held a shield, standing at the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they did not know why the servants had suddenly become corpse puppets, they dared not let them come near.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Nascent Soul cultivator controlled a massive flying sword circling beside him; with a flick of his wrist, he slashed at the nearest corpse puppet, aiming to sever it clean in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the martial experts shouted a warning, but it was too late—the flying sword struck the corpse puppet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpse suddenly exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blast triggered the others nearby, one after another detonating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corpse Explosion!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Xu Yuexi snap back to awareness; with a flick of her hand, streams of purple qi spiraled forth, and every corpse puppet collapsed like marionettes whose strings had been cut, motionless on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three guards were stunned—the frail Lady Xu was a cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clap. Clap.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man walked forward slowly, clapping his hands, a serene smile on his face, as if nothing before him surprised him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Xu Yuexi and said: “Little sister, you haven’t changed—you’ve always excelled at corpse manipulation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ziqian’s expression shifted slightly as he savored the words “little sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Muqing clung tightly to her mother, her face filled with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had never experienced anything like this—had never even seen someone die so vividly before her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuexi comforted her: “Muqing, don’t be afraid. Mother is here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned to the middle-aged man: “I did wrong. Let me die alone—why drag my family into this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Jiangxian’s gaze was flat: “All these years have passed, and now you won’t even call me ‘big brother.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuexi fell silent, saying nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lame old man froze—Sima family’s Second Lady had ties to the Demon Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a secret even within Bianjing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the Demon Master come here for this Sima woman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not for Xie Guan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Kui had no interest in unraveling the connections—he only wanted to leave this cesspool as quickly as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three guards whispered: “Lady, Miss, hurry and go. We’ll handle the aftermath.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Head to the west pavilion—Master is there, and the Academy’s masters are with him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuexi only shook her head, bitterly: “We can’t go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s here. No one can leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three looked at the middle-aged man across from them, utterly at a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Muqing asked hesitantly: “Mother, who is he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man smiled: “Who am I? By blood, I should be your maternal uncle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Muqing frowned: “Maternal uncle?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your mother isn’t from the Great Qi. You should know that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She comes from the noblest Golden Clan of Changsheng Tian.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The blood in your veins isn’t Sima blood—you were born to rule the steppes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden Clan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lame old man had heard the term before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The imperial family of the northern Changsheng Tian carried divine blood, also called the Golden Bloodline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legend held that in their sacred texts, Changsheng Tian was both their nation’s name and the northern deity, who would descend upon those born with the Golden Bloodline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon Master was from the imperial family of Changsheng Tian!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was unheard of even among the martial world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Jiangxian sighed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pity. Your mother abandoned this noble bloodline. Today, I’ve come to reclaim it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed again: “Pity. Your mother betrayed this bloodline, betrayed her clan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve come today to reclaim it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuexi had knelt down, bowing her head repeatedly, tears blurring her vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cried out desperately: “It’s all my fault—I betrayed the clan, I’ve wronged it. But the child is innocent—can you spare her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Xu Jiangxian shook his head:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Golden Bloodline cannot be allowed to leave the steppes. You know this—it is clan law, and the will of the gods.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Muqing listened to their exchange, her heart filled with terror and helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching her mother beg, head pounding against the ground, her chest ached with pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuexi realized resistance was futile; she rose slowly, her gaze now hardened with a final, desperate resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You dare come to Bianjing alone—don’t you fear the Academy’s masters, or the Divine Shock Array that blankets the capital?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Jiangxian smiled: “Normally, I wouldn’t dare.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But today is different.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Academy is too busy with its own affairs. Tomorrow, Bianjing will be in chaos—who will care about a foreigner like me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuexi’s heart tightened—she suddenly realized: “Could it be… you came to Bianjing at his invitation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Jiangxian’s smile widened: “At my level, bloodline means nothing to me. Coming here was merely an afterthought.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came only to see an old friend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lame old man was stunned—only one person in Bianjing could be called an “old friend” by this Demon Master: the Third Master of the Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Master’s years-long plan—the Gathering of the Flowers—not meant for the two Academy masters after all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had things changed so suddenly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three Sima guards were utterly confused, but they felt the middle-aged man drawing nearer, their hearts pounding like drums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew—if they moved, they would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man walked calmly, a clear smile on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards grew more terrified, unable to even conceive of escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Muqing stared at her mother’s despairing face, her heart filled with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t help asking: “Mother, how do you reclaim bloodline?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Yuexi slowly closed her eyes, tears streaming, voice trembling: “Extract the sinews, pull the marrow—return it to Changsheng Tian.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Muqing’s eyes widened in horror as she stared at the middle-aged man advancing toward them—like a death-bringing Yama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the three guards, the Nascent Soul cultivator at the Seventh Realm felt it most acutely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt the middle-aged man approaching like a colossal snow-capped mountain crushing down, suffocating him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood trickled from his eyes; he clawed at his scalp, his head throbbing as if about to burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Ziqian also felt his breath grow ragged, his heart hammering—but his eyes burned with heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had finally witnessed the pinnacle of the Demon Path—filling him with both exhilaration and awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bowed deeply, his voice trembling with barely concealed excitement:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhu Ziqian, Holy Son of the Blood God Sect, greets the Demon Master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Jiangxian gave a slight nod—he had learned of Xu Yuexi’s whereabouts precisely because Zhu Ziqian had betrayed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the Demon Master nod, Zhu Ziqian felt the mountainous pressure lift from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Muqing stared at the back of her “former friend,” her expression twisted with fury and betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three guards’ minds rang like thunderclaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon Master!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man was Xu Jiangxian—the legendary Grandmaster of the Demon Path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could only think: Our lives are over—despair took root.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Xie family’s carriage pavilion, the boy slowly opened his eyes—he seemed to hear, from afar, a Buddhist chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Namo Amitabha Buddha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was like celestial music, filling him with an inexplicable sense of peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Jiangxian also frowned slightly and turned to look toward the entrance of the bamboo grove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monk in gray robes and cloth shoes clasped his hands together, chanting a Buddhist mantra, and walked in slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Double vote tickets! Father figures, please beg for vote tickets! Extra chapter tomorrow!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2621,"2026-06-21T01:33:01.587Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","61c2f2b27b2cf981c516c7871cdf12825af716986f7b804ec3d8fba78376427d","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-594","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-592",728,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-cover.jpg"]