The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 677: 365 chapters "Beginning the Tribulation" and "The Last Challenge: Conscience Test" (Please Subscribe)_1

Chapter 677: 365 chapters “Beginning the Tribulation” and “The Last Challenge: Conscience Test” (Please Subscribe)_1

As the voice faded, the chubby man disappeared right in front of Milton Cheney.

Ignoring this minor interlude, Milton Cheney’s gaze returned to the vast expanse of the sky once more.

To tell the truth, at the level where Milton Cheney was, he could actually see through some of the trends within the Cultivation Realm.

Just as the chubby man had said, the Cultivation Realm at this time was not suitable for undergoing tribulation.

As for when would be suitable, Milton Cheney was very clear on that.

After all, his mind was crammed full of memories about this era.

If nothing unexpected happened, his lifespan was also more than enough to support him until the time node truly suitable for achieving immortality through tribulation.

“Five million years, that’s not too long.”

Milton Cheney muttered to himself.

Five million years of time was indeed not too long for him in this simulation.

The Reincarnation Simulation, stacked up five times, not only gave the simulated Milton Cheney great strength but also an extensive lifespan of a sixth-order Wizard Immortal.

So, Milton Cheney could indeed wait these five million years.

Complying with the grand trend of the era, if he still failed at the tribulation in the end, then he could only blame his unlucky fate.

After all, the time node chosen for this Reincarnation Simulation was quite good, and Milton Cheney did not know whether this meant that his good luck had run out.

About luck, it’s actually very metaphysical.

Milton Cheney felt that his own luck was always good in fits and starts.

So even though he was quite confident, he could not completely guarantee that he would succeed in the tribulation after five million years.

Sometimes, what decides the final shiver can’t really be separated from that insubstantial luck, or maybe it should be called fate.

He silently organized his thoughts in his mind.

Suddenly, Milton Cheney’s brows slightly furrowed, and his gaze shifted away from the sky once again to look not far below the nine-story tower.

What’s going on today?

A motley crew of people keep coming one after another.

“Loose Immortal Kongming, what brings you here?”

Milton Cheney spoke softly.

The next moment, where the land had been empty, a figure suddenly materialized.

The figure that appeared was a bald middle-aged man with a soft, gentle smile hanging on his face, as if indifferent to everything in the world.

Compared to the chubby man who’d come earlier, this one kept a much greater distance, as if wary of something.

“I come on behalf of Vivian Yancey, White Raven,” said the Loose Immortal Kongming with a light smile, his voice not loud yet clearly audible to Milton Cheney.

Upon hearing this, an impatient Milton Cheney said, “How great a price did Vivian Yancey pay to have you Loose Immortals coming to me one by one?”

“If she wants to negotiate peace, let her come to me herself.”

“Otherwise, once I succeed in crossing the tribulation, I will surely take her head.”

Milton Cheney spoke without a hint of courtesy.

This Vivian Yancey, like an annoying plaster that couldn’t be shaken off, was truly disgusting and unbearable.

In reality, Milton Cheney was just saying it; even if Vivian Yancey came herself, he would still have to kill her after achieving success in the tribulation, as he was no great benefactor.

He, of course, wished to eliminate anything that disgusted him.

Of course, the premise was that he would indeed succeed in crossing the tribulation; otherwise, everything was just empty talk.

Hearing Milton Cheney’s words, Loose Immortal Kongming’s expression remained unchanged, the light smile still on his face.

He wasn’t surprised at all.

Because he knew that if Vivian Yancey had the capabilities, she wouldn’t hesitate to kill Milton Cheney either.

It’s just that she lacked the ability to do so.

“White Raven, your hostility is too heavy,” he said.

“Vivian Yancey is willing to offer three hundred million Immortal Origins just to coexist peacefully with you, of course, under the precondition that a Great Dao Contract is signed.”

Loose Immortal Kongming continued with a gentle, even tone.

Atop the nine-story tower, Milton Cheney’s eyes turned cold.

Was it that he had killed too few people these years, causing these messy Loose Immortals and other trifles to bark before him boldly?

He had killed Loose Immortals who had failed their tribulation before in this life.

However, dealing with this Loose Immortal Kongming was still a bit troublesome, yet the intent to kill in Milton Cheney’s heart was not suppressed.

“Leave, or die,” Milton Cheney said coldly.

This was becoming endless.

It seemed these people were clinging to the point that he did not dare to cross the tribulation lightly, constantly coming to harass and disgust him, much to his annoyance.

After all, there was a gap between Unification Great Perfection and a Tribulation Crossing Loose Immortal.

Even for Loose Immortals who had failed their tribulation, the gap still existed.

The icy words reached Loose Immortal Kongming’s ears, and the gentle smile on his face paused slightly, then returned to normal the next moment.

Without another word, Loose Immortal Kongming didn’t say anything further and left directly.

His figure flashed and vanished from Milton Cheney’s sight in an instant.

Vivian Yancey had sought him out and paid a substantial amount of resources, but it wasn’t worth risking his life for it.

What’s more, directly facing this killing star, the pressure was immense.

His and the chubby man’s methods of Cultivation differed; if Milton Cheney truly decided to kill him, then after spending millions of years, he might indeed fall.

Therefore, as soon as Milton Cheney’s threatening words were uttered, he really didn’t dare to stay in front of Milton Cheney any longer.

Face is worth nothing when it comes to life.

Moreover, what Vivian Yancey had given him was already in his hands. There was even less reason to take the risk.

Above the nine-story tower, Milton Cheney retracted his murderous intent, his expression returning to calm as if the recent events had never happened.

To Milton Cheney, everything that had just occurred was nothing but a slight interlude.

As for its overall impact on this Reincarnation Simulation, there was almost none, so naturally, he didn’t care much about it.