[{"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-723":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},2347738,4587,"Chapter 723: End Direct Participation: Soul Liberation, Exiled Immortal, Essence Unrecognized by the Blue Heaven","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-723",723,"\u003Cp>Yu Ke watched the leaf in Third Master’s hand drift slowly downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet it had turned from withered yellow to a vibrant green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third Master, meanwhile, gradually transformed from a middle-aged man into an old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From memories of Xie Guan, Yu Ke learned that in the collective recollection of Bianjing’s elder generation, Third Master had always appeared thus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never aged, and even his clothing remained the same simple moon-colored robe, identical in style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fourth Master shifted from a boy into an old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second Master became middle-aged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each person’s form changed, yet Third Master, since entering Bianjing three centuries ago, had always worn the same white robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Third Master became frail and stooped, his once gentle, jade-like aura gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He aged into a withered state; his once ethereal features now sagged like those of an ordinary old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third Master smiled, “Observe time, and flowers bloom; behold green leaves, and witness decay and renewal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mortals, with their one-day vision, peer into a million-year cosmos—truly like frogs at the bottom of a well. Yet to witness the brief life of another being is no less a gift of creation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third Master’s voice was no longer clear; it carried the rasp of age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his hand, gnarled as a dead branch, letting the revitalized green leaf drift away: “A mayfly sees the blue sky—though only for an instant, it beholds heaven and earth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke extended his hand, and the emerald phoenix-tree leaf landed gently in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke finally understood—the essence of this Third Master was tied to the intangible “Flow of Time”!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third Master suddenly laughed, his dry lips pulling back to reveal gleaming white bone: “I once doubted this world was merely the grand dream of some unspeakable entity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gazed at his own increasingly translucent hands, “Now I know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am here. I think, therefore I am.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his words faded, his body withered visibly before their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His once-fitting Confucian robe hung loose; flesh melted, hair and beard fell away, and in moments he became a seated skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke clenched the leaf, green against the tide of time, and stared at the fading Third Master: “Was it worth it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skull’s jaw opened and closed, emitting a rasping laugh: “Mortals… have no right to place a stone upon this chessboard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Xian… how fortunate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hollow eye sockets gazed toward the heavens: “The Master said heaven and earth have no mercy—they treat all things as straw dogs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his final traces of form and spirit dissolved, he left one final phrase:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But if the Dao is heartless, and observes all with cold indifference, how could things have come to this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As these words were spoken,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the bronze cauldron in Yu Ke’s heart trembled faintly, its inscriptions glowing with shimmering radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Characters appeared upon the cauldron’s surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1. Accept Third Master’s gift: gain five years of “Yellow Millet Dream.” (Hint: May benefit your future; will incur a karmic thread.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2. Reject Third Master’s gift. (Hint: Will affect your future.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3. End direct participation. (2\u002F3)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke opened his palm again; the green leaf trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Observe time, and flowers bloom; behold a single leaf, and witness decay and renewal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Light the lamp of the Yellow Millet Dream!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leaf suddenly burst into blue flame, transforming into a flickering, illusory lantern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke understood the hint—the karmic thread. Third Master had said nothing of his request, yet had already revealed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did he seek, having spent his lifespan to reverse decay and renewal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this city of Bianjing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For its countless common folk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day Bianjing falls is the day the Ascension Platform opens—then every soul within will be cast into a hell of mortal suffering!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke closed his eyes. “It seems I cannot refuse. Nor would I wish to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This self-sacrificial act—using his essence to carve five years of time beyond time, the “Lighting the Lamp of the Yellow Millet Dream”—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had, in the simulation, already killed “Xie Guan” via some secret method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of essence was that? Yu Ke understood: the great masters of this world, who fused martial golden core with yang spirit, had attained essences rivaling the “Class-A Dao Arts” of his original world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Third Master’s essence, forged from time itself, was nothing short of a “Ranked Immortal Art!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this was merely the speculation of an outer-disciple of the Shenxiao Sect—after all, Yu Ke himself had not yet established his Dao foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad—this world lacked the spiritual energy needed to nourish body and soul; even the most brilliant talents could not advance further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke did not hesitate—he chose directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1. Accept Third Master’s gift: gain five years of “Yellow Millet Dream.” (Hint: May benefit your future; will incur a karmic thread.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke glanced at the courtyard; the phoenix-tree still stood lush and full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he ended [Direct Participation].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke once again detached from this place—not with whirling dizziness, but as if one step carried him to the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing high above the nine heavens, floating in emptiness, he gazed down upon the mortal realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood-red calamity qi filled the entire world, especially swirling in dense vortices over Bianjing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet within this world, a soft, gemlike radiance shimmered—like a pearl about to rise from water, or jade awaiting carving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a faint premonition: if he succeeded in establishing his Dao foundation in this world, the Kunxu Cauldron would awaken once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achieve a major upgrade!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was why he could not refuse Third Master’s gift of five years of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must do so after this simulation ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the accumulated wisdom of two lives, forge a true Dao foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, within the Kunxu Realm, spiritual energy would surge—and a true cultivation renaissance would begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Yu Ke stood atop the great cauldron, a miniature landscape of mountains and rivers floating in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand li of territory lay beneath his gaze, yet vast swathes remained shrouded in mist; only the Central Plains were clear—like an unfinished map of the Nine Provinces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where rivers surged, faint echoes of the Dao’s primordial resonance could be heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke looked again at the illusory sky within the Kunxu Cauldron: stars wove intricate patterns, constellations slowly revolving as if obeying some ancient law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange feeling rose in his heart—the stars seemed restless, as if about to break free from the heavens and cascade down as a rain of falling stars!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the stars of heaven descending to earth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Ke looked down again; beneath every great mountain and river, a golden brilliance glimmered faintly—as if some priceless treasure lay buried deep within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each place emitted a unique aura; each spiritual vein pulsed with its own Dao resonance, poised to erupt skyward!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven and earth trembled, impatient to rise!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heaven and earth will turn; after calamity, a new cosmos must be forged…” Yu Ke murmured, then felt his spiritual sense lighten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he opened his eyes again, he had left the cauldron’s world and returned to the Shenxiao Sect’s quiet cultivation grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Heavenly Reincarnation · Continue】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bianjing · Su Fu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, many of the Nine Surnames arrived at this Chancellor’s mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All were high-ranking members of the Nine Surnames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had waited since noon in the rear hall—some forty or fifty men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it was midday, the sun blazed overhead, yet stepping into Su Fu’s grounds brought a chill wind—carved pillars exuded a chilling dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet none of these noble house leaders paid heed to the anomaly. Bianjing now faced encirclement from three sides—the Crimson-Eyed Army’s blood-red banners to the north, the Everlasting Heaven’s iron cavalry stationed at the western border, and the Great Sui’s elite troops pressing against the eastern gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this dire crisis, Chancellor Su suddenly claimed illness and did not attend court; the Academy had shut its gates. These two pillars of the realm’s stability had acted strangely, leaving the Nine Surnames, long accustomed to wielding power, utterly disoriented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Chancellor Su had summoned them—to discuss the matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as Chancellor Su and the Academy stood, even a million troops could not breach Bianjing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Academy’s Shocking Divine Array activated, all villains under heaven would perish—Bianjing would remain a paradise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for surrendering to foreign powers—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind closed doors, these noble houses already harbored secret schemes. The Zhao clan had long conspired with Everlasting Heaven; the Sima clan had been exchanging glances with Great Sui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even within the Crimson-Eyed Army, they had secretly supplied grain and provisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As chaos loomed, how could these ancient families, spanning millennia, fail to secure their own escape routes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this Chancellor, who had governed the court for a hundred years, still held some astonishing method to “prop up the collapsing blue sky”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they chose the wrong side now, they would be destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nine Surnames dared not stay away—even Xie family sent several senior elders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Zhuge clan, lately plagued by strange events, sent several representatives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These noble houses, once masters of wind and rain, now held their breath, daring not to stir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they ever truly understood Chancellor Su?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did Su Jing seek?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nine Surnames had waited until afternoon, yet none showed impatience—nor dared to show it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chancellor Su had ruled the Great Qi court for so long that they had grown into servility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a shiver stemming from bone and blood, as if facing not the reigning chancellor, but something older and more terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the highest point of the back hall, the purple sandalwood armchair remained empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The taotie pattern carved on its back emerged and vanished in the dusk, like a vast mouth waiting to devour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the Su Mansion exuded an inexplicable strangeness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The several sons of Chancellor Su who usually moved about the estate were nowhere to be seen—the vast mansion was utterly empty!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the Nine Surnames, several martial experts who had reached the Upper Three Realms, even a few Xuan Dan cultivators, felt a silent dread—entirely too eerily empty, as if no life remained but themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, it was Chancellor Su’s order; none dared to neglect it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tap. Tap.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sudden footsteps echoed from outside the corridor, accompanied by the sound of dripping liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chancellor Su has arrived!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone straightened their spines in their chairs, not daring to slack off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tap. Tap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound drew nearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The footsteps grew closer; someone unconsciously swallowed, every hair on their nape standing on end—as if some terrible thing crept from the depths of the back hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere turned eerie; the candles in the hall flickered dim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great doors slammed shut!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the empty armchair, a blurred shadow had appeared—when no one had noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar voice spoke: “You’re all here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the flickering candlelight, a monstrous three-headed, six-armed silhouette loomed large upon the central wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick blood dripped from the monster’s body, landing on a pair of bare, crimson feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crushing pressure, as tangible as stone, swept through the hall; all felt their true qi freeze, as if their sinews and bones had been torn away, collapsing helplessly to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a fear etched deep into the bloodline—yet mixed with a strange, eerie reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demonic shadow suddenly expanded; hundreds of crimson tendrils burst through the air, each covered in tiny mouthparts like venomous vipers coiling around every person in the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaah—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the air reeked of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exquisite Su embroidery on the window lattices was instantly stained crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the horrifying sound of chewing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After one incense stick burned out!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sticky whisper echoed through the empty back hall: “Though I devoured the primordial essences of the Zhuge and Zhao families early today, the final portion is finally complete.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure’s bones contracted, then reformed into a human shape—naked, all over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed open the blood-smeared hall door and stepped out, murmuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When Master passed, you sought a slow, steady path—but there’s no time to waste.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mocking chuckle rose from his throat: “Forty-eight martial experts of the Ninth Realm, thirty-four Yang Shen cultivators—let’s see if this world can contain my Taotie Dao!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the Su Mansion!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun returned in haste with a group of servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, his grandfather had suddenly ordered him to pray at Qingliang Temple—but both steeds collapsed midway, forcing him to turn back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he stepped through the gate, the boy sensed something wrong—the usual strict guards were nowhere to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun hurried inside; his three personal guards stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Yun—something’s wrong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Su Mansion was littered with corpses—everywhere, corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun’s eyes widened; he collapsed to the ground, terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dead… everyone’s dead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rushed blindly into the mansion; his pupils shrank violently, reflecting the shattered, scattered remains strewn across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His third aunt’s lotus-pink skirt floated in a pool of blood; his uncle’s jade belt buckle was embedded in broken bone fragments; his sister’s favorite gilded hairpin now pierced a shapeless mass—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He screamed to the heavens, his hands drenched in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened… the Su family has been exterminated!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No—where’s Grandfather?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stormed into the inner courtyard like a madman!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards stood frozen, their hands trembling on their blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idea that the Su Mansion, guarded by the reigning chancellor, had been wiped out—this thought chilled them more than the corpses filling the yard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sigh sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yun lifted his blood- and tear-blurred eyes to see a pale teenager step from the shadows of the inner hall—his skin whiter than snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure was unfamiliar—but when the boy spoke, the familiar voice made Su Yun tremble violently: “Grandfather.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy drew nearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yun’er, among all my descendants, only you possess a pure heart—no schemes, no hidden motives toward me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never meant to harm you. I planned to send you away under the guise of prayer, letting you live in comfort for the rest of your life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But… ah, such is fate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Su Yun could react, a bloodied, slimy crimson tongue shot from a gaping maw and covered his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lost all consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then become part of me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s belly sealed shut; the guards met the same fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing pondered, then walked to the mansion’s bathhouse to wash away the blood. As he changed clothes, the bronze mirror reflected a young boy’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clear and ethereal, bearing a touch of refined grace—yet his eyes held an ancient, weary depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing left the Su Mansion and went to the Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A handsome boy walked into the Academy’s Cultivation Tower as if no one were there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step, he climbed to the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one person remained on the fifth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Hong was ancient, barely holding himself upright at his desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to have been waiting for him—his complexion now slightly improved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a final flicker of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Su Jing did not look at him; he studied the layout of the fifth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When Master was alive, this floor was his cultivation chamber—just a desk, a bed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, it remains the same.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing turned to Xie Hong: “Brother, you’ve gone to find Xie Guan, haven’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Hong had no strength left—only nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing shook his head, softly: “Not worth it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With your cultivation, why not strive for Ascension yourself, instead of serving as a tool for others?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Hong said: “You don’t understand. You never could.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing watched as Xie Hong’s life ebbed away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You exiled immortals, outsiders, those born with innate knowledge—you always think yourselves superior.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the common folk’s view, exiled immortals were celestial beings banished to the mortal realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, Su Jing, think… all this nonsense about exiled immortals is no different from Bao Ping Alley or Changning Street in Jingcheng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All of you are prisoners.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Ping Alley was a slum, where the poor of Jingcheng lived—Chancellor Su himself was born there, making his living from Go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Changning Street was the stronghold of the Nine Surnames, a place of wealth and power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Hong, his identity exposed, merely sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing came back to himself and asked a question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is your true name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Hong did not answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing was not angered: “Then what is your true name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Hong smiled: “How laughable—the Chancellor asking a child’s question? What would I ever reveal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But before I die, I’ll tell you this: my true name—does not recognize the height of heaven!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing’s gaze sharpened—he sensed something unusual: “Does not recognize the height of heaven… deceiving heaven and earth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Hong chuckled: “Chancellor, why so tense? My true name has already been used—used, and now I must die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will you also devour my corpse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing shook his head: “You outsiders wield methods beyond this world—too advanced for me to gamble on. That’s why I didn’t touch the Xie family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Hong said nothing more, slumped against the chair, breath gone, even his primordial spirit vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing’s eyes held complex emotion—but he had now confirmed one thing in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brilliant light, piercing heaven and earth, burst forth; four pillars of rosy radiance poured down from the horizon, myriad rays of brilliance interweaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing walked slowly to the window, gazing at this celestial phenomenon; the serene grace on his face vanished, replaced by an almost frenzied longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Ascension Platform, after three thousand years, has finally opened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, within and beyond Bianjing, and throughout the entire world, countless people looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless gazes turned toward this wonder of heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Ascension Platform has opened—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Final two days—double moon tickets, thank you so much!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2958,"2026-06-21T01:33:03.787Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","60068dbc4ba1aa79ed3ae2bccc956b4f080b23464a8d1c352927426e15a0fb1f","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-724","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-722",728,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-cover.jpg"]