A Seventh-Ring Sorcerer commands life and death, their fate becoming singular.
An Eighth-Ring Sorcerer engraves their truth, turning their personal path into one of the laws of all creation.
A Ninth-Ring Sorcerer comprehends all things—able to reshape existence itself with a single thought.
Therefore, at the peak of the sorcery system, Ninth-Ring Sorcerers are also called "Creators."
But even a Ninth-Ring Sorcerer, a sovereign who commands all truths, is still as small as a speck of dust before the vastness of the Endless Nether Realm.
The immortals, led by the Ninth-Ring Creators, yearned to uncover the essence of the Nether Realm—to control "death," the end every being must eventually et.
Because of this, a storm centered around the Nether Realm’s authority swept through billions upon billions of worlds.
That storm raged for a long ti, rampaging through the realms of the living, toying with souls, distorting fate, and dragging world after world into destruction.
But now…
The storm has ceased.
The hero, in the na of salvation, carrying the prayers of countless living worlds, beca the only light in the pitch-black chaos—standing against the ancient force of "death."
And she won.
She purged every evil immortal.
Stepping over their crumbling truths, she reached the deepest part of the Endless Nether Realm, becoming the sole being in command of all soul planes.
"Master Sorcerer…"
"Can I finally make you proud of now…?"
Sylvia whispered softly.
She held an unremarkable holy sword in her hand. Under the gaze of the vast heavens, her back looked both faint and radiant as she stepped into the origin of the Endless Nether Realm.
It was pure nothingness.
The place that symbolized "void" and "death"—the land of endings.
Even a Ninth-Ring Sorcerer could not walk here.
Yet the hero of salvation stood unhard, bathed in a soft and gentle glow.
All beings across all realms believed she would beco the sole master of the Nether Realm.
But Sylvia didn’t.
She simply raised the sword in her hand.
The great mission of salvation she had engraved into her soul, the light longed for by countless living beings, was now condensed into a simple, ordinary slash.
Crack—
Crack—
The Nether Realm shattered.
That enormous, boundless entity fell apart from a single strike of the hero’s sword.
Sylvia reached out and grasped the concepts of "reincarnation," "death," and "rebirth," then distributed them equally to every living world.
From that mont on, each properly functioning world would have its own miniature Nether Realm—no longer would an overwhelming existence like the Endless Nether Realm rise and crush weaker worlds.
So cheered.
So wept.
So mourned.
The hero’s actions brought a new transformation to all realms.
The gratitude of the living, the wishes of the dead, the world consciousness of both mortal worlds and the newborn Nether Realms—at that mont, they beca layered waves that carried Sylvia’s soul to the unreachable end.
The concept of [Existence], the origin of all life.
The concept of [Void], the final end of all matter and soul.
At that mont, they achieved perfect balance within Sylvia.
"Master Sorcerer, I will wait for our reunion."
"No matter how long it takes…"
In the endless chaos…
The destroyed Sorcerer World was restored to a flawless state.
Those who had died in pain were given a second chance at life, though so could never return and would remain in the past forever.
"Father, Mother."
Sylvia crossed ti and space and t her resurrected parents.
"Sylvia… you seem so different."
Her parents were bewildered. The girl before them felt both familiar and unfamiliar.
In the peaceful sunlight of the afternoon, Sylvia gently pulled her parents to sit with her and softly told them a long tale—an adventure about the kind-hearted Sorcerer she had once t.
The story was long, dull, and quiet.
But it had truly happened.
…
(In the real world)
The sumr was long and lazy. Shadows of leaves flickered, and thick ropes held up a vine chair, creaking lightly in the breeze.
Xu Xi sat in the courtyard, listening to the girls’ reports and analyzing the information.
"Pre-emptively sealing off space-ti can’t stop the simulation from starting, but it does delay it slightly."
"It allows those who normally wouldn’t detect the simulator to notice the anomaly during that instant."
"That ans…"
"The Beautiful Life Simulator isn’t as omnipotent as I initially thought."
"At the very least, if one is prepared, a supre existence can still perceive the simulator."
Xu Xi fell into thought, carefully reviewing the information.
The Beautiful Life Simulator…
The beginning of everything.
Ever since the first simulation, Xu Xi had been curious about its true nature. Now, he felt he was getting close to the answer.
At first, it was about caution and defense.
But now, it was more like wanting to understand an "old friend."
"My brother’s reincarnation… really is strange,"
Trying to escape the sumr heat, Xu Molian walked behind Xu Xi into the shade, squinting as she leaned lazily against his shoulder.
"But you don’t need to worry too much, Brother."
"Once my real body enters, I’ll help you further explore the true nature of your reincarnation talent."
Her words reminded Xu Xi—
Indeed, the girls present were only avatars of their true selves.
If they entered at full strength, they might be able to uncover even more about the Beautiful Life Simulator.
Krisha, Wu Yingxue, and Ailei all expressed support.
"Then I’ll be relying on all of you," Xu Xi nodded.
In his eyes, the sunlit garden shimred with shadow and light.
The four girls stood quietly in place—calm and obedient.
Dragonflies skimd the water. Birds brushed past leaves.
It was such a peaceful, heartwarming scene that Xu Xi felt deeply comforted—he thought the hardships of several simulations had all been worth it.
"By the way."
"When everyone can descend to Earth in person, what do you all plan to do first?"
He asked as he sipped the black tea Krisha had served.
The witch froze.
His sister froze.
The chanical girl froze too.
"Haha… yeah, what should we do… it’s so hard to guess," the princess lowered her head, awkwardly watching her toes fidget.
Xu Xi: ?
When I type a question mark, it’s not because I have a problem—
It’s because I think you do.
…
"Alright, ti to check the rewards from this simulation."
After parting ways with the girls, Xu Xi returned to his room and began reviewing the settlent from the fifth simulation.
Lines of text appeared neatly on the panel, listing all the information in order.
[Ding!
[Fifth simulation complete.]
[Congratulations, Host, for unlocking the following achievents: Undead Slayer, Heroic ntor, One Who Escaped Oblivion, Destroyer of the Nether Realm, The One Who Placed the Ring.]
[Undead Slayer]: You spent 52 years in the Sorcerer World killing the undead. Your heart is now as cold as a corpse.
[Heroic ntor]: Your care and guidance turned a fake into a true hero. In the hero’s heart, you are irreplaceable.
[One Who Escaped Oblivion]: You witnessed the fall of worlds again and again. Because of your actions, many lives were spared.
[Destroyer of the Nether Realm]: According to scattered records, you are the root cause of the Endless Nether Realm’s destruction. You are often referenced as a case study for future generations.
[The One Who Placed the Ring]: She waited, always waited… for the one who placed the ring upon her finger—for the distant reunion yet to co.
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