The Sea of Possibilities

What is the true nature of the simulator?

Why is it called the "Beautiful Life Simulator"?

And what is the reason it bound itself to me?

These questions had been piling up in Xu Xi's heart since the first simulation began, growing heavier and more perplexing with time.

It wasn’t that he distrusted the simulator or feared it would harm him.

Rather, it was an impulse—an urge to explore the unknown and uncover the truth.

"Hum~~~"

"Hum~~~"

Ripples spread through space and time.

Light as a feather, delicate as a whisper, they brushed past Xu Xi’s palms before colliding and intertwining in the air.

Under Xu Xi’s watchful gaze,

the five girls from the Tianxuan Realm saw their ranks ascend endlessly, their power crushing space-time itself, revealing the void beneath.

Rank.

Authority.

Concept.

Law.

Their consciousness transcended, their true forms descended.

To aid Xu Xi in unraveling the simulator’s essence, supreme power traversed time and space, seizing complete control over the Tianxuan Realm.

"Great Sorcerer, please take my hand."

The world fell still.

Wind ceased, rain halted—as if everything had frozen in an eternal moment.

In that silence where even time lost meaning,

Servia was the first among the five to grasp Xu Xi’s hand, shielding him with her supreme power as they stepped beyond the infinite expanse of space-time.

Xu Xi saw it.

The world beyond the Tianxuan Realm.

Not chaos, but something even more mysterious and radiant—a realm beyond chaos itself.

Eternal tranquility.

Infinite possibilities.

Countless frozen threads.

Xu Xi recognized this place. He had been here before, every time the simulation began.

"The Sea of Possibilities..."

Endless waves of shimmering white surged like real tides, threatening to drown everything in sight.

Xu Xi observed closely.

Those so-called waves were, in truth, dense clusters of temporal threads—each strand representing a timeline, each timeline branching into countless possibilities.

They split apart, intertwined.

A mere ripple in the storm could birth or erase dozens of realities in an instant.

"So this is..."

"The essence of the simulated worlds..."

"Infinite, boundless possibilities of space and time..."

Xu Xi marveled at the breathtaking sight.

The girls beside him were equally awestruck.

This miraculous realm of endless potential was a place even the supreme could scarcely reach.

No.

To be precise,

they hadn’t even known the Sea of Possibilities existed.

In the collective understanding of all realms, chaos was the farthest, most expansive boundary. None could have imagined such an anomaly beyond it.

"Mentor, are you alright?" Krisha turned to Xu Xi, concerned he might be overwhelmed.

"I’m fine, Krisha. Let’s keep moving."

Xu Xi gently ruffled the witch’s hair.

His gaze fixed ahead.

As the storm of time subsided, the flow of moments stilled, and the vast, immeasurable waves of shimmering white grew silent.

And in that silence, Xu Xi faintly glimpsed something deeper—something hidden within.

"Yes, Mentor."

Krisha nodded.

With a wave of her staff, she encased Xu Xi in a barrier to shield him from the distortions of time and space.

The others followed suit, ensuring he wouldn’t be lost in the endless sea of possibilities.

"Brother’s cycle is truly astonishing..."

"Indeed. I never imagined the master’s power could bring us to such a place."

As they journeyed forward,

they discussed the Sea of Possibilities.

Both Xu Xi and the five girls were struck with awe and disbelief at this all-encompassing edge of existence.

Light and shadow intertwined, caressing every inch of space.

As they drew closer,

crossing the colossal waves formed by countless temporal threads,

Xu Xi finally saw it—a faintly glowing white path, hidden behind the infinite strands.

"A path?"

Xu Xi was puzzled.

It was a sight utterly unremarkable to anyone who beheld it.

No grand decorations, no mystical features.

Just a dimly lit trail,

asserting its presence in the humblest way.

It stretched far beyond sight, its end invisible to both eyes and divine senses.

Xu Xi pondered.

Would walking this path reveal the truth of the simulator? Would it show him everything he sought to know?

He wasn’t sure.

Perhaps the path’s end held only peril and ruin.

"Master, we can go no further."

Just as Xu Xi hesitated,

Ailei’s voice pulled him back.

"No further?"

"Yes, Master. We... truly cannot advance another step," Ailei replied, her expression troubled.

The others shared her confusion.

Only then did Xu Xi realize—the seemingly close path was, in truth, impossible to approach.

His earlier dilemma had been pointless.

A path one couldn’t walk didn’t require judgment about its destination.

"To think we can’t even enter..." Xu Xi frowned, attempting once more to approach the path, only to fail again.

Then,

Xu Moli raised her blood-stained wooden sword.

With a slash capable of annihilating immortal realms, she struck at the path.

Yet it was futile.

"Not even Moli can break through?" Xu Xi mused.

A path so ordinary yet impervious to supreme power—such a trait reminded him only of the simulator.

Undoubtedly, this path was deeply connected to the Beautiful Life Simulator.

"Then how do we reach it?"

Xu Xi stared at the path.

Only three possibilities came to mind.

First, he hadn’t simulated enough times. Perhaps some condition remained unfulfilled to unlock access.

Second, a time restriction—entry might only be possible at a specific moment.

Third, a limitation of strength.

Each time he began a simulation,

as Xu Xi grew stronger, he saw more details of his journey into the simulated worlds.

Perhaps the path’s entry requirement was similarly tied to power.

"Great Sorcerer,"

"What should we do now?"

After repeated failures,

Servia and the others turned to Xu Xi.

He gazed at the path for a long while before finally shaking his head. "Let’s leave."

"Just like that, Great Sorcerer?"

"Yes. Since we can’t enter, there’s no point lingering."

Amid the dense, interwoven threads of time,

where waves surged and tides churned in a spectacle unseen by mortal eyes, Xu Xi’s voice was calm.

He saw clearly.

As an immortal, he had eternity ahead.

Now that he knew of this path’s existence,

sooner or later, he would find a way to step onto it.

"Alright, let’s go."

Xu Xi chuckled, flicking the forehead of the reluctant noblewoman.

"Understood, Master."

The noblewoman pouted but obediently stepped back, letting go of her fixation on the path.

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