The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 690: 367 (Three in One) "The Path of the Seventh Stage Witch Immortal" and "60 Million Years of Deduction"_6

Chapter 690: Chapter 367 (Three in One) “The Path of the Seventh Stage Witch Immortal” and “60 Million Years of Deduction”_6

The most perfect outcome, naturally, would be to accomplish all his schemes within a millennium.

After a moment of contemplation, Milton Cheney stopped dwelling on it and cleared the stray thoughts from his mind.

Within the Rules Space, Milton Cheney once again closed his eyes.

Only this time, instead of developing the Wizard Immortal Cultivation Path, he completely emptied his mind and closed his eyes to cultivate his spirit.

Although it was a simulation, True Body Simulation was a simulation of real experiences.

After fifty million years of continuous simulation, even Milton Cheney needed to rest.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, six years had gone by.

Inside the Rules Space.

Sitting cross-legged atop a stone stele, Milton Cheney opened his eyes once more.

Five Reincarnation Simulations had already been accumulated at this moment.

With a thought, he summoned the Light Blue Light Curtain of the Simulator.

[Reincarnation Simulation Count: 5]

[Would you like to start the Reincarnation Simulation?]

“Stack five Reincarnation Simulation Counts to initiate the Reincarnation Simulation,” Milton Cheney murmured a command in his thoughts.

The next moment, his consciousness plunged into darkness momentarily, his vision shifted, and his awareness appeared in the familiar Reincarnation Space.

In the Reincarnation Space, without the slightest hesitation, Milton Cheney chose the light point representing the Spiritual Divine Realm with a thought.

His consciousness sank completely into darkness.

Choosing to reincarnate in the Spiritual Divine Realm had been Milton Cheney’s plan all along.

After all, the only thing missing to perfect the Seventh Stage Realm of his Wizard Immortal Cultivation Path, which he had developed, was the lower True God level of the Spiritual Divine Realm.

Whether he could succeed this time was unknown.

Because there was a fundamental difference between the Spiritual Divine Realm and the Cultivation Realm.

Even if Milton Cheney could retain all his strength entering the simulation, he still would not be considered the strongest in the Spiritual Divine Realm.

Let alone the strongest.

If the Spiritual Divine Realm were also to be considered a pyramid, then even if Milton Cheney retained all his strength when entering it, he would still only be on the lower levels of the Spiritual Divine Realm.

He couldn’t even touch the middle levels.

Milton Cheney had always found it strange why the ninth Universe contained such an exaggerated world as the Spiritual Divine Realm.

In his simulations,

The Main Gods of the Spiritual Divine Realm were at least on par with the Sovereign Immortals, or even stronger.

If this was a world within the seventh Universe, then Milton Cheney would not be surprised at all,

But this was only the ninth Universe.

Perhaps his assumptions were incorrect, and the ninth Universe was not necessarily the weakest.

…

In an unknown location within the Spiritual Divine Realm.

Milton Cheney’s consciousness slowly regained clarity.

Indeed, this Reincarnation Simulation remained similar to the True Body Simulation state.

His body was his own from reality, or rather, an incarnation of his real body.

“I possess the Divine Spirit Cultivation Method, and as long as I can safely get through ten million years, there is a good chance I can ascend to a lower True God in this Reincarnation Simulation,” Milton Cheney said to himself.

Of course, all this hinged on not provoking other powerful beings.

Naturally, Milton Cheney had no intention of provoking other powerful beings, as he was clear on who was weaker and who was stronger.

But him not provoking others didn’t mean that no one would come looking for trouble with him.

In the Spiritual Divine Realm, there were simply too many powerful beings.

However, the Spiritual Divine Realm was not as vast as the Immortal Realm.

Meaning, the chances of Milton Cheney encountering other powerful beings in this world were quite high.

Yet, as long as Milton Cheney played his cards right, he was likely to avoid conflicts with other strong entities.

After all, the recklessly aggressive Divine Spirits were in the minority.

With these thoughts in mind, Milton Cheney didn’t linger in the place any longer; he needed to find a safe location to cultivate.

Thereupon, his figure shifted, vanishing from the spot.

…

Time flowed slowly, and in a fleeting moment, ten million years had passed.

Within the Spiritual Divine Realm, the City of Countless Stars.

This was a majestic city within the Spiritual Divine Realm.

Not only did Demigods live in the city, but genuine Divine Spirits also dwelt there.

“Wraith, why has the stock of star sand decreased so drastically lately?” a burly middle-aged man asked within a small house in the city.

His voice was deep and robust, and the ‘Wraith’ he referred to was Milton Cheney.

Behind the counter, Milton Cheney raised his eyes slightly and responded, “I’ve decided to stop dealing in star sand for now. If you want to buy some in the future, go look for Wind Sand Demi-God at the Sand River Cottage.”

“Isn’t star sand the only thing you sell? Are you closing up shop?”

“Hmm.”

“Are you renting out this trade cabin, then? You were really lucky to have gotten it for such a low price back then.” Red Blood Demi-God remarked with a hint of envy in his tone—as if Milton Cheney truly had snapped up a great bargain back then.

Was that really the case?

Obviously not.

Of course, Milton Cheney had no interest in explaining.

Indifferently, he said, “I’m not renting it out, just selling it. It’s already up for listing.”

“If you’re interested in taking over, it’ll be thirty thousand True Divine Spirits.”

As Milton Cheney’s words fell, Red Blood Demi-God laughed and shook his head, “Forget it, I can’t afford that. Even selling me wouldn’t raise thirty thousand spirits.”

“Right, why are you closing down? You’ve been at it for so long,” he inquired, more out of curiosity.

“Besides, your business isn’t bad here.”

From his perspective, it indeed seemed puzzling why Milton Cheney would suddenly decide to close up shop.

After all, the trading cabin owned by Milton Cheney was situated in a rather good location within the City of Countless Stars, where selling almost anything should pose no issue.