You were raging like a madman, relentlessly charging and slashing.

Your entire body was covered in a thick layer of blood scabs.

These scabs kept soaking up fresh blood, drying and wetting again and again.

You could no longer tell whether it was your own blood or that of your enemies.

Your true qi had been replenished countless times.

Your internal spirit pills were already finished.

You began to downgrade to taking blood qi pills.

Although restoring true qi was slower, at least the supply was almost unlimited.

You fought from daytime all the way to dusk.

Countless wounds covered your body.

Your hands and feet were already numb.

The Soul Awakening Blade was tied to your hand with strips of torn cloth to prevent it from slipping.

At first, when you were surrounded and attacked, the other spectators could still chat casually.

They guessed when you would die.

But now, they were all silent.

They silently watched you.

Watched as you were besieged by over two hundred warriors one or two realms stronger than you.

Your desperate fighting thoroughly conquered the spectators around you.

Gradually, only eight opponents remained out of the more than two hundred.

They were all Organ Fortifying peak warriors.

Your body was pushed to its absolute limit.

New and old wounds piled up relentlessly.

Your internal organs were already in tatters.

The blood qi pills you swallowed could no longer be absorbed by your body.

You could no longer generate new true qi.

You couldn't even sense if your cultivation bottleneck had loosened.

The eight remaining opponents were also covered in wounds and had reached their limits.

They were equally exhausted.

They no longer harbored hatred toward you, only instinctive killing intent.

You let out a furious roar and charged forward once more.

There were seven opponents left.

...Six left.

...Five left.

...

"Two..." you panted heavily, as if you might collapse any moment.

Of these two, one was half-kneeling on the ground, barely standing while leaning on a large axe.

The other supported him by the shoulder, swaying as he stood.

You used your last ounce of strength to behead the standing one.

The man half-kneeling with the large axe was too weak to react to his companion’s death, letting his comrade fall before him.

He only stared fixedly at you.

"One..." your legs suddenly gave way, and you collapsed to the ground.

You had no strength left at all.

The man saw that you were utterly desperate.

He dragged his heavily wounded, exhausted body and moved toward you.

You watched helplessly as he crawled over, unable to even twitch a finger.

He crawled in front of you and slowly raised his sharp axe.

"Still can't break through..." you thought silently.

The sharp axe was raised high above your head, temporarily blocking out the daylight.

The axe head gradually grew larger in your sight.

You stared blankly at it, a hint of unwillingness flashing in your eyes.

"Only one left, I won't accept this!"

Suddenly, you seemed to hear a faint sound.

Like the breaking of a famous blade.

This wonderful sound came from within your body.

An invisible barrier was suddenly pierced through!

Clang—

The man in front of you was split in two with his body and axe severed.

"Zero left!"

You finally broke through to the Marrow Washing initial stage!

Your physical condition began to improve.

Your body was being continuously repaired.

Your body was once again filled with long-lost true qi.

The dense true qi made you comfortable enough to howl at the sky.

Now, facing Mao Mingfeng at the Essence Refining initial stage,

you could instantly kill him!

You staggered and slowly stood up.

Corpses littered the ground beneath your feet.

More than two hundred bodies were neatly arranged.

You shouted out loudly, "Is there anyone else—!"

The other spectators were now completely silent.

Wan Qingluan quietly walked over and supported you.

You smiled at her.

The great battle had ended.

You and Wan Qingluan returned to the oasis villa.

Half a month later,

on the surface, your wounds had fully healed.

You looked no different from a normal person.

But you knew your days were numbered.

That battle had drained your origin and lifespan.

Although you barely broke through to Marrow Washing at the last moment,

it exhausted your final bit of life force.

Your body was like a rotten piece of wood, shiny on the surface but decayed inside, emitting a heavy aura of death.

You didn’t fight anyone anymore.

Nor did you cultivate further.

You spent your days in the oasis villa, devoted to tending flowers and plants.

Your villa became a garden villa.

Wan Qingluan loved the flowers and trees very much.

She had stayed with you here since the great battle.

You often fished in the pond.

You always released the fish back into the water, just to sit by the pond and pass time.

You grew increasingly sleepy.

You were awake only two or three hours a day.

You often fell asleep while chatting with Wan Qingluan on the chair.

Wan Qingluan would quietly cover you with a blanket.

Silently accompanying your peaceful sleep.

You no longer left the Cangwang Desert.

Your body condition no longer supported long journeys.

The farthest you walked each day was from the villa to the pond outside.

Though just a few hundred yards, it took you a long time to walk.

Seventy-two years passed.

One day, you were fishing by the pond.

But at some point, you fell asleep again.

The hooked fish pulled the rod away, waking you up.

You stopped fishing.

You seemed to sense something.

You walked back to the villa.

You called Wan Qingluan.

You sat side by side with her on the chair.

You lay your head on her thigh.

She said nothing, just gently caressed your cheek.

Her slender, soft palm felt very comfortable.

"Qingluan," you called out.

Wan Qingluan replied, "Husband, I'm here."

You curled your lips, "Though you want to see me die, could you hold back the anticipation in your eyes a bit?"

Wan Qingluan smiled, "Is it that obvious?"

"Feels like you’re about to stab me to death with a knife."

Wan Qingluan pursed her lips and smiled, "Husband, how long do you think you have left?"

You wanted to laugh.

But your eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Your vision began to blur.

Your consciousness gradually faded.

You murmured softly, "You crazy woman… I… will come back…"

Like a computer shutting down.

Your world suddenly plunged into darkness.

You died.

This simulation ended.

He Yu’s consciousness returned.

At the Golden Saber Martial Arts School, in He Yu’s own room.

He Yu was stunned for a moment.

It felt like a lifetime had passed; vast memories flooded his mind.

Like a vivid dream.

Fortunately, emotions from the simulation did not carry over, so He Yu had no extra emotional burden.

"I am an emotionless simulation machine!"

This simulation had taken He Yu across almost the entire Great Qian.

Only the far east, the East Sea, remained unvisited.

The gains from this time were extraordinarily impressive.

He Yu became excited.

He rubbed his hands together like a green bean fly.

"It’s time to review the harvest this time!"