In the early morning, the market in Baiyun County was bustling with lively noise.
Chen Yi strolled through it, soaking in the thick atmosphere of everyday life.
"The last simulation mostly had me dealing with big shots. Seeing this grounded lifestyle is rare now."
Chen Yi felt fortunate to have the simulator.
Even as he was about to charge into the Real World, he could still linger in this peaceful, worldly bustle.
The Real World was vast and boundless, only presenting tougher challenges; this kind of stable life would be hard to come by.
Chen Yi bought some sugar figurines and small toys, then headed over to his third sister’s house.
In reality, Chen Yi had just caused a huge ruckus in the Star Domain two days ago, stealing the Star Source and snatching the Universe Mirror.
He had left Baiyun County a long time ago, and today he was going to report to his third sister that he was safe.
Though, a Martial God reporting his safety to a mortal was pretty strange.
"Should I try a different way of life?"
Look at those other Martial Gods—no, even Martial Saints—every single one is a big shot in their own right, holding high positions, surrounded by flunkies.
Chen Yi considered building his own influence and trusted subordinates.
But thinking it over, it didn’t seem necessary.
Because he advanced too fast.
A few more simulations, and the Illusory Realm might not even be able to hold him; what would be the point of setting up a force in the human world.
Managing an organization was also a huge headache, and Chen Yi couldn’t be bothered.
At the end of the fifth simulation, becoming someone like the Sword Warden felt like the best fit— I may not have my own faction, but all factions under heaven look to me!
At his third sister’s house, Chen Yi saw Shen Qingshan, who was getting ready to report for duty.
"Brother-in-law, how did you get hurt?"
Chen Yi noticed some bruises on Shen Qingshan’s face.
"Chengxian County hasn’t seen any demons lately, so the Dragon Protection Bureau asked our Demon Slaying Bureau to help handle some cases of rogue martial artists causing trouble. I got these brawling with a criminal a few days ago."
Shen Qingshan was only at the Soul Tempering Realm.
If he ever ran into a prisoner at the Golden Body Realm, he might not make it back alive.
Chen Yi felt that with his Twin Soul Holy Body, his best fate would still be merging with Ancestor Shen to achieve perfection.
"Brother-in-law, I’m going to bring you a huge opportunity soon."
Shen Qingshan looked at the mysterious Chen Yi and smiled.
"Oh? Is your mysterious master coming back and wants to take me on as a disciple too?"
"Think bigger."
Shen Qingshan just took it as Chen Yi joking around. He chuckled, mounted his horse, and rode off to report for duty at the Demon Slaying Bureau.
Watching Shen Qingshan’s retreating figure, Chen Yi sighed.
"Who would have thought that in some timeline, the guy who becomes the second Sword Warden of the human realm is just a low-ranking officer in a tiny Demon Slaying Bureau here? Fate’s really fascinating..."
With a flash, Chen Yi was already high in the sky, standing on white clouds, wind whipping against his face.
His cultivation at the mid Martial Saint level was boosted to mid Martial God level by the effect of "Thousand-Year Half-Emperor"!
Faster!
Stronger!
Tougher!
He had activated the first simulation at eighteen. Now, at twenty, he was already the peak of the human realm: a Martial God!
And with all the various traits boosting his combat power,
Chen Yi could rightly say he walked sideways in the human world!
One word to describe it was—unrivaled under heaven!
What? You say a threat might come from above?
Is there such a thing?
Right now, the only thing standing in Chen Yi’s way was the restriction of the world’s laws.
The Illusory Realm could only let him cultivate to Martial God.
Even if he had a hundred simulations, if he couldn’t leave the Illusory Realm, he’d be stuck at this rank forever.
So he had to get the Path to Immortality!
From the fragmentary info he obtained through "Legacy," Chen Yi already knew the Path to Immortality’s location: the Ancient Wilderness Secret Realm at the northern end of the North Sea.
But that secret realm had a bunch of so-called "Ancient Wilderness Remnants."
They were clearly not good people.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have forced the human realm to unite with outsiders to deal with them.
Since he had this intel, Chen Yi wouldn’t fight an unprepared battle.
Did they want to send four people to the Real World?
Fine. Whoever went had to pull their weight!
Chen Yi was now out to gather investors.
First stop: the Star Domain!
"Woohoo!!"
Chen Yi’s figure shot upward through the air, sonic booms cracking, air waves rolling.
He was faster than Heilong even in his less evolved state.
Flying himself was more time-efficient for travel, though a bit tiring.
"Holy crap! It feels amazing!!"
No matter how many times he flew, Chen Yi could only describe the feeling of soaring as "holy crap."
Chen Yi burst through the clouds and kept ascending.
Until he saw the Sky Void Barrier blocking the way.
"Bam!!"
That little barrier? Gone with one punch!
"Star Domain! I’m motherfucking back again!"
He’d just caused chaos in the Star Domain yesterday, barely slipped away, and now he was back.
If someone didn’t know the situation, they’d think Chen Yi had lost his mind. Wasn’t this walking right into a trap?
Too bad—Chen Yi was no longer the same person.
Chen Yi flew like a flashy meteor toward Mingguang Star, the military-political center of the Star Domain.
Meanwhile, the Shen family, having lost the Universe Mirror and the Star Source, was scrambling overnight to organize a manhunt for the culprit.
"Listen up! If we don’t catch that damn thief, everyone in the Star Guard Division is out of a job! And you’ll all be presenting your heads to the family head and elders!"
"Yes sir!!!"
"The Star Domain is vast, but the Star Guard Division isn’t weak! Do you all have the confidence to catch this bastard?"
"Yes!!!"
The Star Guard Division, responsible for the Star Domain’s law and order, was holding a mobilization rally.
Just as they were about to deploy and begin their planned sweep for the fugitive, a sharp sound of breaking air came from above.
"I’m Chen Yi! I took the Universe Mirror and the Star Source! I want to see the Shen family ancestor! Open the Star Force Dimension for me quickly, or I’ll blast it open myself!"
This was what it meant to walk sideways.
Fearless.
No more disguises, spying, infiltrating.
Straight to the point.
Of course, he also released his Martial God-level aura at the same time.
The brave men of the Star Guard Division were pretty stubborn; even sensing that Chen Yi was incredibly strong, they still chose to stay loyal to their duty.
"Haha! The fugitive is coming to us! Brothers, grab him! Man, I’ve never cracked a case this fast!"
Fortunately, the elders in the elder council rushed out in time.
"Stand down! Do not offend!"
A group of Martial Saint-level elders were dead certain that the young-looking man in front of them was absolutely a Martial God.
That was someone on par with their own ancestor.
Arrest him? Fat chance.
"But Elder, he said he took the Universe Mirror!"
"Nonsense! The Universe Mirror is a Great Way divine artifact; it doesn’t pledge allegiance to anyone. It goes with whoever it wants. Since when does it have to stay with our Shen family?"
"He also stole the Star Source!"
"It’s borrowed! Traded! Bought! Shut your mouth if you don’t know how to talk!"
"Uhh..."
Among the flying elders, Chen Yi spotted Shen Wanquan, the Star Domain mole working with the Dragon Human race.
Chen Yi clenched his fist, tempted to just crush the guy into paste.
But that would be crude. Today, he needed to get the Shen family on board, so he couldn’t make a scene.
He’d tip off Old Shen later—he’d handle it himself.

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

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