Hua Wuyan and the others thought that Chen Yi had merely refined an ordinary Five Domain Saint Pill. Although its medicinal effects were miraculous and could be considered unparalleled, for a War God, aside from granting an extra twenty years of life on the first consumption, it held no further significance.
Little did they know, Chen Yi had refined a Five Domain Saint Pill +1!
A pill that had gained intelligence and possessed greatly enhanced effects—a super Five Domain Saint Pill!
"Master, are you going to eat me?"
A familiar young girl's voice rang out.
The Five Domain Saint Pill used the pill patterns on its surface to form a cute, doll-like face, fashioned after its master’s likeness, looking at Chen Yi timidly.
Chen Yi extended his right hand, and the Five Domain Saint Pill floated onto his palm.
"Master won't be eating you this time."
"But I am a pill, Master. A pill is refined to be eaten—that’s my purpose."
To eat, or not to eat—he would have to eat it, after all.
But not until the simulation began. He would consume it within the simulated timeline.
That way, every simulation would start with an extra forty years of life!
Plus, he could save one "Tomato Senior User" trait.
Thinking about this, it was quite poignant that this trait, which had created a legendary scene in the novel, was retiring early.
"Pill, now that you have intelligence, you can live your own life... That sounds oddly familiar... Still, Master may need your help someday. When that time comes, don’t be sad or reluctant, because we will meet again eventually."
"Your disciple believes in you, Master!"
"Calling you 'Pill' over and over doesn’t sound nice. I’ll give you a name."
"Great! Great!"
"Your official name is Five Domain Saint Pill, so you shall be called... Xiao Wu!"
"What a wonderful name! Wonderful, Master! Is it the 'Wu' for dance?"
"That ‘Wu’ for dance is a no-go. It’s the 'Wu' from May Day—Labor Day."
"Awesome! Awesome! The 'Wu' from May Day!"
Xiao Wu cheered and leaped joyfully on Chen Yi’s palm.
After the celebration, Chen Yi sent Xiao Wu into the Cauldron Realm, adding her to his splendid collection of companions.
Several months passed swiftly.
Over a year had gone by since Chen Yi’s fifth simulation ended.
During this time, Chen Yi had sent his third sister and Shen Jia to a small city nearby, assigning two Martial Kings from the Shen family to protect them.
Li Shi, Sword Master, and others arrived one after another.
Li Shi dispatched dozens of Martial Kings and Martial Saints, along with thirty thousand elite soldiers.
Sword Master brought the Five Regions’ Eight Pillars—the backbone and elite disciples of the eight major sects—totaling another thirty thousand.
Combined with the Shen family, this force of 120,000 elite human martial artists was fully assembled.
Not long ago, Sword Master visited the Star Domain to verify matters with the Shen family’s upper echelon.
In truth, even the Shen family’s leadership dared not assert the existence of the Ascension Path. They simply chose to believe in Chen Yi, taking the gamble on this.
Since Patriarch Shen had personally acted on it, Sword Master felt the matter was at least not baseless.
Thus, upon returning, he issued invitations to the major sects of the Five Regions, explaining the situation and asking if any wished to join.
To his surprise, everyone was enthusiastic about embarking on the Ascension Path to the True Realm.
Divine Arms Pavilion, Ten-Thousand Methods Sect, Diamond Temple, Elixir Fragrance Valley—apart from the Sword Sect, the seven other top-tier sects all chose to join the campaign.
Each sect sent their supreme experts, with sect leaders personally leading the charge.
So Chen Yi saw many familiar faces, such as Divine Arms Pavilion’s master, Zhuge Zhujin; Ten-Thousand Methods Sect’s master, Wan Sanqian; and Beast Taming Sect’s master, Ouyang Yu.
There was also one familiar figure from the end of the fourth simulation—Tian Xiaofeng, who had bathed with Chen Yi in the Star Source and peered into the women’s pool back when Chen Yi was impersonating Yi Qianjun in the Star Domain.
"Set out!!"
On the vast Golden Sands Beach, only Chen Yi’s voice rang out, full of vigor but sounding somewhat hollow.
Where were the 120,000 martial artists?
Of course, Chen Yi had stuffed them all into the Cauldron Realm.
The Cauldron Realm was packed to the brim. It had already exceeded its limits—if so many people remained inside much longer, they would all suffocate to death.
But that was fine. They didn’t need long.
Chen Yi could never lead 120,000 people on a journey to the edge of the world, traveling all the way to the location of the Ancient Desolate Secret Realm.
Even if Chen Yi flew there alone at full speed, it would take him many years to arrive.
It was too far. From the very beginning, he had no intention of flying there.
Instead, he planned to put everyone into the Cauldron Realm and ask Hua Wuyan to borrow the power of the Earth Spirit to teleport them there directly!
"Senior Hua, we’re ready to depart."
Hua Wuyan stood behind Chen Yi, watching him yell "Set out!" all alone.
"Alright. But what’s the exact location? The northern edge of the North Sea is still very vast."
Chen Yi focused hard to recall the fragmented memories inherited from the simulation.
The memories of events after that were all hazy, but Chen Yi still managed to grasp the key details.
"In that area, there are three small islands arranged in a north-south line. They are completely barren—not even a blade of grass."
"With that description, finding them won’t be difficult."
Hua Wuyan began using her privilege as a Guardian to borrow the power of the Earth Spirit, scouting the specific region of the human realm.
Her perception was relatively rough, like a bird looking down from a height—unlike Chen Yi’s Seven Ultimate Ascension state, where he could see even treasures hidden beneath the earth.
"I’ve found them."
Hua Wuyan placed a hand on Chen Yi’s shoulder.
In utter silence, the two vanished from where they stood.
Chen Yi blinked, and the ground beneath him was no longer golden sand but an endless blue ocean.
On the ocean surface sat three small islands, not far from each other.
Chen Yi quickly opened the Cauldron Realm, releasing the 120,000 people inside. He stationed them on the three islands according to affiliation: the Shen family, Li Shi, and the sects.
Martial kings, Martial Saints, and War Gods who could fly took to the air directly, hovering in formation, awaiting further instructions.
The Great Demon was still impatient.
"Chen Yi! Where is the Ancient Desolate Secret Realm! All I see here is stagnant water!"
The human realm was a world with a single central continent, surrounded entirely by oceans dotted with scattered islands.
The farther from the continent, the fewer signs of life.
Even though the place looked like it had blue skies and white clouds over clear waters, in reality, neither the islands nor the underwater world contained a single living thing.
That was why the Great Demon called the water here "dead water."
Chen Yi looked around.
He was certain this was the place depicted in the fragmented memories—where the human realm alliance would accidentally stumble upon the Ancient Desolate Secret Realm while clashing with alien legions.
"The Ancient Desolate Secret Realm should be a small world like the Star Force Boundless Realm or the Cauldron Realm, isolated from our external world. It requires a special method to open."
Unfortunately, the memories inherited were too fragmented. Chen Yi couldn’t see the specifics of how the human realm alliance had accidentally opened the secret realm.
Shen Yang, now fused with Shen Qingshan, began taking out various materials from his storage ring to set up a formation.
"I’ll lay out a Divine Topography Array. This formation can detect the subtlest spatial fluctuations. If there’s a small world here, it will reveal the clues."
The Great Demon urged him on.
"Hurry up!"
Shen Yang worked with ease, completing a Heaven-grade formation above the sea.
Invisible waves rippled outward from the formation, scanning the spatial information for thousands of miles around.
A moment later, Shen Yang frowned.
“Is this the place, Brother Chen? I don’t see how this stretch of space differs from anywhere else.”
The Great Demon snorted coldly.
“Chen Yi, you’d better not be messing with us! Otherwise, I’ll be the first to show you no mercy!”
Chen Yi ignored the hot-tempered Great Demon and spoke instead to Shen Yang.
“Hand me one set of the materials from that formation just now.”

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!