One Trait Draw Per Year Even Simulations Count

Before leaving the human world, you want to take a look around, to say goodbye to this world and to some people.

Northern Frontier, great grasslands.

Chen Jing was still here, enjoying the endless struggle against others.

You only came to see your elder brother, without showing yourself.

"Should I say hello to the Martial Saints of the Northern Frontier…"

After some thought, you decided it was better to let your elder brother suffer a bit more.

We don't glorify hardship; what we celebrate are those who still smile at life and keep moving forward despite enduring it.

Elder Brother, you can do this.

Haha!

Ah, how did a laugh slip out?

After all, there was still a clone, Chen Four, around. If elder brother ever faced a life-or-death crisis, he still had the Free and Unfettered Token you left him last time to contact Chen Four.

Chen Four certainly couldn't solve any major problems, but he could use Chen Yi's name to leverage the entire human world's network of connections!

Xiliang, amidst a stretch of barren mountains.

Zhen Pin was quick-eyed and swift-handed, snatching a century-old spirit herb from right beside a herb gatherer's feet.

"Hey? You bald monk, what are you doing snatching things? I saw this spirit herb first!"

Zhen Pin, his face unchanged and heart unflustered, pressed his palms together.

"Amitabha. This herb is a highly toxic plant. Touching it will cause blood to flow from the seven orifices and death. Poor monk is merely looking out for your life, benefactor."

"Bullshit your Buddha's fart! My family has been gathering herbs for generations; there's not a single herb in Xiliang I don't recognize! This one is worth thousands of spirit crystals! Give it here!"

Zhen Pin let out a deep, powerful shout and performed a set of Arhat Subduing Tiger Fist on the spot.

The herb gatherer immediately became calm and peaceful.

"Thank you, great master, for saving my life."

After the depressed herb gatherer left, Zhen Pin smiled broadly, took out the spirit herb, and toyed with it in his hands.

"Excellent stuff. With this, breaking through to the Soul Tempering Realm shouldn't be much trouble."

"Whoosh!"

The spirit herb vanished from Zhen Pin's hands.

Zhen Pin's hands flew up and down, trying to figure out where the herb had gone.

"Monk, that habit of yours—snatching other people's things—isn't a good one."

Zhen Pin turned his head and his face lit up with joy.

"Senior?"

You spoke with a smile.

"It's me."

"Senior, didn't you say last time that you'd come looking for me again in fifty or sixty years to help me break through to Martial King? Why are you here so early? Does that mean I can break through to Martial King ahead of schedule?"

"Dreaming, are you? You think you can jump from Spirit Gathering straight to Martial King?"

"That just shows how profound your skills are, Senior..."

You told Zhen Pin that with his Ascetic Spirit Body, hard training on his own would bring faster progress.

"Is that so? Luckily, I've been wandering outside these past few years and haven't snatched much in the way of cultivation resources."

"You really have turned into a bandit..."

"Hey, when martial artists compete for opportunities, how can that be called banditry?"

You didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this bald donkey.

Then, for his own good, you cleaned him out completely.

"Remember, the poorer you are, the faster you'll cultivate!"

With that, you drifted away, as if you heard Zhen Pin shout something.

"Senior! The techniques you gave me last time were high quality, but I can't seem to cultivate them! Do you have any easier ones..."

High in the sky.

The grand abbot of Vajra Temple floated among the clouds.

You came to his side and spoke calmly.

"Did you see clearly?"

"This old monk has seen clearly."

"No need to give him any resources. If he's lacking techniques, arrange some 'chance encounters' for him. Just don't let him get into life-threatening danger."

"Rest assured, Martial God Chen. Vajra Temple is compassionate and cares for every follower of the Buddha."

Whether you're compassionate or not, it's all for my sake.

You saw through it but didn't call it out.

You visited several major powers across the Five Regions, catching up with some old friends, and took the opportunity to borrow a few things from them.

The Immortal-Binding Rope!

The Primordial Chaos Armor!

The Heavenly Dragon Blade!

The Lightning-Chasing, Thunder-Racing Boots!

"Martial God Chen, these Immortal Artifacts are our sect's treasures that protect its very foundation. Please return them as soon as possible after you're done."

"I, a dignified Martial God, would I embezzle your measly Immortal Artifacts? Rest assured!"

You made off with several Immortal Artifacts that had come in handy in your previous simulations.

Afterward, you flew over the Great Wastes and met the Four Ancestors of the Demon Tribe.

You had a friendly sparring session with the four of them, beating them so badly they couldn't tell north from south.

The Four Ancestors all knew why you had come.

You were here to intimidate them, to make them understand that the human race was no longer something they could trifle with.

If they stayed obediently in the Great Wastes, then everyone could coexist peacefully.

If they wanted to cause trouble, they should think about how many punches each of them could take.

While you were sparring with the Four Ancestors, a small red divine bird was watching from the sidelines.

"Wow! This human is so powerful! So majestic! So heroic! Shining like the sun!"

The Vermilion Bird sighed in frustration at her child.

"Hong Luan! How can you favor an outsider over your own family!"

Skimming over the Great Wastes, you flew across the coastline and arrived at the Free and Unfettered Holy Land near the shore.

Meeting Dongfang Shuo again, he wore a face full of regret.

"Martial God Chen, when you invited us before to jointly conquer the Path to Immortality, I regret that I hesitated!"

The Path to Immortality had been revealed for four years.

The continent's martial artists had all entered the Age of Exploration.

Legends of that battle in the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm, along with the return of the factions that participated, had spread throughout the human world.

The Free and Unfettered Holy Land naturally knew everything long ago.

As the foremost of the Three Great Holy Lands, and as the human world's power that could rival the Shen Family, they now found their priority in using the Path to Immortality lower than that of a bunch of scattered sects in the Five Regions.

How could the Free and Unfettered Holy Land stomach that?

"Is the Free and Unfettered God still in the Time Room?"

"He came out once last year."

"Didn't he go check out the Path to Immortality?"

"He did. After he came back, he went back into the Time Room."

"If the Free and Unfettered God wants to use the Path to Immortality, he can do so anytime. Very few people are using it now. The Holy Land doesn't need to worry about anything."

"The Free and Unfettered God never said he wanted to use the Path to Immortality. I heard him say he doesn't want to go to the Real Realm."

"I see... Well, to each their own."

You didn't tell Dongfang Shuo you were about to ascend; you just said you'd come to see the old seniors of Nine Palaces Island.

Dongfang Shuo had no idea why you took such good care of the people from Nine Palaces Island.

But a Martial God has his reasons for doing things. From now on, it seemed he should elevate Nine Palaces Island's status in the Holy Land even higher.

You descended upon Nine Palaces Island, and the formation masters on the island welcomed you in a line.

You lectured on the profound mysteries of formations, and Xie Guihong, Zhao Hanzhou, and the others listened with rapt attention.

When you were about to leave, the old masters of Nine Palaces Island, along with Dongfang Shuo and the elders of the Free and Unfettered Holy Land, insisted on stuffing you with a pile of thank-you gifts.

Divine elixirs and miraculous medicines, divine weapons and sharp tools, high-grade spirit crystals, spirit beasts and rare treasures...

"Oh, I can't, I really can't accept these! I just came today to discuss formations—how embarrassing!"

You accepted everything on the list.

Among the gifts from the Free and Unfettered Holy Land was the Nine Crows Divine Bow.

"Long time no see, Crows?"

"Crow One is on standby!"

You also went to see Wu Yue.

She was in quiet cultivation and didn't notice your arrival.

"She's not Second Sister after all..."

You didn't disturb her. With a slight movement of your feet, you vanished on the spot.