Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

The moment the blade in Wangxin’s hand pierced Xiao Mo’s chest, his control over her suddenly vanished.

Xiao Mo slid slowly from her grasp, plummeting through the air.

Wangxin quickly came to her senses and flew after him.

After catching Xiao Mo, Wangxin cradled him in her arms and slowly descended onto a mountaintop.

Wangxin pulled out the Broken Blade. Focusing all her Spiritual Power into her hands, she pressed down hard on the wound over his heart.

Although the bleeding quickly stopped, Xiao Mo’s Life Fire had become a guttering candle in the wind. Already faint, it was now reduced to a few flickering, unstable sparks.

When Xiao Mo had drawn his blade against the Celestial Dao, forcing it to accept the rules he laid down, his fate had been sealed. He was already not long for this world.

Now, it was truly impossible to save him.

“No… no…”

Wangxin clutched Xiao Mo’s hand as it grew cold. Her tears, like pearls from a broken string, streamed down, leaving dark splotches on his bloodstained robes.

Wangxin could no longer even sense the presence of his Life Fire.

“What’s there to cry about?” Xiao Mo smiled and shook his head. “You must ascend. From this day forward, you are the one and only Buddha in these Western Regions.”

As his final words scattered on the wind, Xiao Mo slowly closed his eyes.

The moment Xiao Mo died, Yu Yunwei was far away in the Wandao Sect, attending to matters in her study.

Yu Yunwei looked up and massaged her shoulders.

Just as she reached for her teacup, it shattered the instant her slender fingers touched it.

“Senior Brother…”

Staring at the shattered cup, Yu Yunwei’s eyes wavered. A deeply ominous feeling crept into her heart.

Meanwhile, high above Kongnian Temple, Xiao Mo’s body and Divine Soul began to dissolve. Because he had defied the Celestial Dao by forcibly opening a path to the heavens for Wangxin, he was being unmade—his form turning into countless motes of light that slowly scattered across the vast expanse of the world.

The instant Xiao Mo vanished completely, the Thunderbolt Longbow in the firmament, drawn but never fired, silently faded from view.

Only the rift in the Celestial Dao—torn open by Xiao Mo’s forced Realm Breakthrough—remained hanging in the sky, unhealed.

Because Wangxin had been the one to end Xiao Mo’s life, all the karmic Merit and Qi Fortune the Western Regions had accumulated over the years poured into her Life Soul.

At that moment, the illusory altar erupted once more in a brilliant, dazzling light, turning the entire sky the color of glazed crystal.

The dark clouds scattered completely, replaced by Golden Lotuses blooming in the air. They then dissolved into petals, drifting down slowly.

As the Golden Lotuses fell, they coalesced into a golden staircase that stretched to the horizon. Each step shimmered with a gentle Buddha’s Light, leading deep into the heavens.

“This is a path to Buddhahood…”

The Abbot of Rumeng Temple gazed up at the golden celestial staircase, his voice trembling slightly.

Even after five thousand years of cultivating the Buddhist Dharma, an irrepressible flicker of longing still crossed his eyes.

’After all, who wouldn’t want to become a Buddha? Who wouldn’t want to take that next step?’

’Countless Ascension Realm Cultivators die without ever catching a single glimpse of the Lost Second Realm.’

’And now, a path to Buddhahood has appeared right before my eyes. How could anyone not be moved?’

’But I never expected Xiao Mo would go to such lengths for Wangxin.’

’He must have known he’d suffer a backlash from the Celestial Dao for imposing his own rules upon the Western Regions.’

’Even if he won, he would likely be gravely injured, his very essence scattered.’

’Then, just before his Life Fire was extinguished, Xiao Mo attempted a breakthrough to the Ascension Realm to forge this path to the heavens for her.’

’Finally, he had Wangxin end his life.’

’With the help of the Array, he transferred all the Qi Fortune of the Western Regions to her.’

’All of it came together to create this grand path to Buddhahood.’

’If Wangxin just steps onto this golden road…’

’…she would reach the Ascension Realm, even if she only made it halfway.’

’If she completes the entire journey, she could even reach the legendary Buddha Realm!’

’Granted, the ancient texts have no record of any monk becoming a Buddha this way.’

’But Wangxin has the Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart. Perhaps she really can create a miracle.’

At this moment, all eyes were fixed on Wangxin. Everyone held their breath, awaiting her decision.

A powerful premonition surged in everyone’s heart.

The first Cultivator to enter the Lost Second Realm since Ancient Times might very well be born before their very eyes.

Even the celestial road itself seemed to shimmer with a golden light, as if urging her to set foot upon it.

But Wangxin merely raised her head, gazing at the celestial path, and never took a single step forward.

The crowd watched as Wangxin reached out a hand and made a gentle grasping motion toward the celestial path.

The celestial path trembled.

Responding to her will, Golden Lotuses bloomed from the steps, then flowed into the palm of her hand, coalescing into a single golden lotus seed.

“Disciple Wangxin, what are you doing?” the Abbot of Qingzhou Temple shouted.

’Doesn’t she want to ascend this celestial path?’

’It’s something countless people can only dream of!’

“Disciple Wangxin, this is a path to the heavens! You must not miss this chance!” the Abbot of the Thousand Buddha Temple yelled as well.

“If you just step onto this path, Disciple Wangxin, you can at least reach the Ascension Realm!”

“Disciple Wangxin, there are no Ascension Realm cultivators left in the Western Regions! Never mind reaching the Buddha Realm—if you can just reach Ascension, it will change the entire course of this war!”

The voices of the Abbots from the Ten Great Buddhist Temples echoed in Wangxin’s ears.

They seemed even more frantic than Wangxin herself.

After all, Xiao Mo was dead, meaning the Demon Sect no longer had an Ascension Realm Cultivator. The abbots themselves had fallen from the Ascension Realm as well. If Wangxin were to ascend these steps, the Buddhist Sect could finally turn from defense to offense.

But Wangxin paid their cries no heed.

She simply lifted her head, watching the motes of Spiritual Power that were once Xiao Mo ascend into the sky.

“Wangxin, are you going to ascend?”

Xujing asked, his tone serene.

“Grandpa Abbot, I don’t want to ascend,” Wangxin said, shaking her head.

“This is the path to Buddhahood. If you take it, you could become the first person to reach the Buddha Realm since Ancient Times.”

Xujing wasn’t pressuring his disciple to make a choice; he was simply asking what was in her heart.

Whatever she decided, Xujing would accept it.

“I know, Grandpa Abbot. But that path… it doesn’t belong to me.”

Wangxin turned her wrist, activating the golden lotus seed.

The golden lotus seed protected the motes of light that were Xiao Mo’s soul, guiding them into the cycle of reincarnation.

“I know what the Buddha Realm means.

“But…

“My Buddha is not in the heavens.

“Because he is still here, in the mortal world…”