Simulated Lives: The Sorrow of the Sword Maiden-Chapter 13 – The Last Burning

"What's it got to do with you?"
"Haven't you done enough for her already?"
"Right now, you can't even walk properly. How do you plan to save anyone?"
"Give up. Just end the simulation. There's no need to risk your life for a simulated character that doesn't exist in reality."
...
In an instant, countless thoughts surged through Xu Xi's mind, each one making perfect sense, allowing him to comfortably ignore the grand Great War of Righteous and Demonic Paths.
His body was wracked with pain and spasms.
His spirit was utterly exhausted.
The side effects of burning his Spiritual Root, cultivation, and lifespan.
Xu Xi had endured three years of torment.
On this last day of his life, his body had deteriorated to the point where even he couldn't recognize himself—pale face, withered arms, and a numb lower body.
And the deep, bone-itching sensation, as if countless insects were crawling inside.
The occasional feeling of muscles tearing, as if being sliced by a sharp knife.
"This condition is really terrible..."
Xu Xi endured the pain.
He exerted every effort to mobilize his body, squeezing out the last bit of strength from his exhausted frame, but even so, he couldn't manage to get up.
It really hurt.
And he really wanted to give up.
A constant ringing in his ears, like urgent warnings, reminded Xu Xi that his body had reached its limit.
Gradually, the world before Xu Xi's eyes was filled with crimson.
His collapsing body finally gave in, blood flowed from his ears, eyes, mouth, and nose, blurring his vision, staining his teeth, and as his mouth slightly opened, more blood uncontrollably flowed out.
Soaking the bed beneath him with a cold, eerie flower of blood.
"Ugh—"
Bubbles formed in his throat.
Xu Xi really couldn't hold on any longer. This pain had surpassed the limits of human endurance, and he was in such agony that he didn't want to endure another second.
He wanted to let the pain drown his reason.
To completely end this simulation.
But in a daze, in his increasingly blurred vision, a familiar figure appeared, growing from a child to a young girl, from healthy to frail.
"Moli wants to earn lots and lots of money for brother!"
"Moli likes brother the most!"
"Brother, will Moli die..."
Past memories suddenly emerged, clearing the haze from Xu Xi's eyes.
"Moli is still waiting for me to save her. I can't, I can't die here," Xu Xi struggled to sit up from the bed, his pale face twisted with pain, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.
Xu Xi wanted to get out of bed and stand, but his body lost balance and he rolled off the bed.
—The world suddenly shook.
He fell.
And knocked over many items by the bedside, scattering them all over the floor.
With a body that couldn't even stand, could he really get involved in the battles between cultivators? Did Xu Moli really need his help?
Xu Xi didn't know.
He only knew that as her brother, he had once promised, with his own mouth, to do whatever it took to save his sister.
It had nothing to do with whether it was possible.
It had nothing to do with whether the Simulated World was fake.
What mattered was that it was a promise he had made.
"Hahaha, hahahaha, ahahaha—" replacing cries of pain with laughter, Xu Xi laughed as he coughed up blood, groping around on the ground until he finally grasped the wooden sword hilt.
As soon as he held it, he felt the Elemental Infant power surging within.
This power obeyed Xu Xi's will, forcibly flooding into his broken body that had lost its Spiritual Root, squeezing into every shattered meridian, providing Xu Xi with a brief surge of strength.
He stood up.
He staggered out of the house.
As the power forcibly poured in, his body began to collapse and disintegrate, bursting into clouds of crimson blood mist.
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If this continued, Xu Xi might not even leave behind a complete corpse.
But what did that matter?
"Brother is coming to save you..." The astonishing surge of power shot straight into the sky, startling the cultivators of both the Righteous and Demonic Paths present. By the time they came to their senses, a sword light had already flown far away, speeding towards the Heavenly Sword Sect.
...
[You are dying. The prolonged illness has long drained every bit of your strength, and your body has already reached the end of its life, but you have achieved a miracle that seemed impossible.]
[Your will has surpassed human limits, forcibly driving your body to move.]
[Even though in this process, your pain is a thousand times greater than before, you have no regrets.]
[You ride the sword light you haven't wielded in a long time, rushing towards the Heavenly Sword Sect in your memory. When you return to the sect, you find it has already been breached by the Demonic Path, and the Sect Protection Formation has completely lost its effectiveness.]
[Blood, broken limbs, damaged magical treasures.]
[The war continues, but the scene of rivers of blood has already formed, turning the entire Heavenly Sword Sect into a living hell. You are shocked and worried for your sister and master.]
[You forcibly wield the wooden sword to kill enemies, and someone recognizes you, either with joy or fear.]
[You go on a killing spree.]
...
As an Elemental Infant sect, the Heavenly Sword Sect's strength was not weak.
Though not among the top tier in the Cultivation World, it was still a first-rate sect with a proud tradition, and disciples throughout history have been proud of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
But.
In the torrent of the Righteous and Demonic Paths' confrontation.
Faced with the overwhelming number of Demonic Path cultivators, even the mighty Heavenly Sword Sect had to accept the reality of defeat.
The sword peaks collapsed.
The main hall was cut in half.
A large number of disciples were directly slain, each peak surrounded, and even several Elemental Infant stage great cultivators were killed, leaving people in despair, and in their grief and anger, they fought with bloodshot eyes.
Before the formal attack.
The Demonic Path had made meticulous plans, and some people had to be killed.
For example, Xu Moli.
This second True Inheritor Disciple of Sen Sword Peak was simply too extraordinary, completing Foundation Establishment in a year and planning to condense a Golden Core in another year, causing countless Demonic Path patriarchs to exclaim in terror.
It could be said that the reason the Heavenly Sword Sect was targeted by the Demonic Path was largely because Xu Moli was too defiant of the natural order.
The giants of the Demonic Path couldn't help but want to recruit and control her, and if they couldn't, they wanted to kill her on the spot to eliminate future threats.
"Surrender, Fairy Moli!"
"If you are willing to join our Heavenly Demon Sect, the position of Saintess is yours for the taking!"
"You are like a bird in a cage, with no chance of escaping alive!"
Two late-stage Golden Core, five mid-stage Golden Core, nine early-stage Golden Core.
This was the number of Demonic Path cultivators surrounding Xu Moli.
While loudly urging her to surrender, they looked with apprehension at the cool figure in white, holding a long sword, directly opposite them.
Xu Moli was indeed worthy of her reputation as a prodigy with the bearing of an Immortal.
Her strength was formidable and domineering.
With Foundation Establishment cultivation, she had successively slain several Golden Core cultivators.
Fortunately, she was ultimately just at the Foundation Establishment stage, with limited power, and no matter how defiant she was, she couldn't escape the encirclement of a dozen Golden Core cultivators.