The Mecha Driver Is a Cultivator

Some tribes have many who respond positively, yet others are content with the status quo, unwilling to take risks.

Along the way, some give up, while others persist, destined to be an incredibly long and arduous path.

Gradually.

Qin Jin also ”grew old.”

It’s an extremely subtle feeling; his spirit remains strong, but his body, unable to embark on the cultivation path, begins to decline and gradually age.

This is Qin Jin’s first experience of feeling ”old.”

Extremely special, for him, it’s also a novel experience.

The time spent in this third simulated world is much longer than his actual age, after sensing the aging, Qin Jin felt a sense of doubt.

”When his body dies in the simulation world, will the third game end?”

He doesn’t know the answer.

But after being here for so long, sharing days and nights with companions exploring the future of the Human Race, Qin Jin has long since integrated into it. He thought, no matter the outcome, this journey must have an ending.

Thus...

He established a new leader for this pioneer team.

The leader’s name is [Fire].

An incredibly fiery and grand name.

This is a young man with a very meticulous and serious approach to everything.

Afterwards.

Just like the original, in a mysterious land they explored, Qin Jin reached the end.

His physical body weakened until it decayed, showing no movement.

In spiritual perception, Qin Jin saw [Fire] leading the team that had grown stronger in Qin Jin’s hands, respectfully bowing before decisively departing.

Old friends are gone, the way ahead is unclear.

They have more important things to do.

The next moment, spiritual perception dimmed.

When it brightened again, crying sounded, just like when he first entered the third game.

”Am I back again?”

Qin Jin felt a doubt in his heart.

But immediately, everything perceived spiritually made him certain he was born into a different tribe this time.

This tribe, harsh environment, relies on the Alien Race to survive, many bloodthirsty incidents occur.

When Qin Jin grew up again, becoming a teenager, the tribe welcomed visitors.

The guests conversed happily with the tribe leader, and well-performing teenagers in the tribe were gathered, Qin Jin being one of them.

It was here that Qin Jin clearly saw the visitor.

It was...

[Fire].

He was no longer the young man Qin Jin entrusted with duties, having entered middle age, and upon seeing Qin Jin, he hesitated momentarily, then asked: ”Would you like to join us?”

”Of course.”

Qin Jin nodded, supplementing himself: ”My name is Ashes.”

”Ashes.”

[Fire] echoed this name, a smile appeared on his weathered face: ”That is the name of an elder who was very kind to me once.”

Qin Jin embarked on a new journey.

...

Cyan Wood Temple.

Atop the peak.

In the center of the chessboard, the towering Divine Tree stands, shadowing figures on the surrounding spaces, the leaves before them glimmering softly.

From above the Divine Tree, streams of light emerge, forming threads connecting the Divine Tree with the Golden Leaf.

Just then.

In the corner of the chessboard, a golden leaf suddenly trembles as if a thread is pulled, carrying the person within, abruptly exits from the chessboard to the side.

Inside, it’s a disciple from the Cyan Wood Temple.

Wearing a robe, he leaves the chessboard, opens his eyes, gasping, finally looking towards the two ancestral masters at the end of the chessboard with a hint of shame on his face: ”Disciple failed thee, Ancestral Master.”

Upon hearing the words.

At both ends of the chessboard, Axe-Carrying Ancestral Master and Ancestor White Eyebrow simultaneously shake their heads, their expressions not showing disappointment but rather a hint of nostalgia, as if remembering something.

Among them.

Ancestor White Eyebrow looks down at the figures on the chessboard and says flatly: ”Do any of these people have crossed the third game?”

”Yes.”

Axe-Carrying Ancestral Master speaks: ”There are disciples of the Cyan Wood Temple as well as other Human Race Celestial Prides.”

”After all, in those days, the Human Race was flourishing.”

”However, the specifics are somewhat ambiguous, it was far too long ago, I didn’t recall it intentionally.”

”Those past events are not important anymore.”

”Indeed.”

Ancestor White Eyebrow agrees: ”Not important anymore.”

His gaze falls on a spot on the chessboard: ”Just need to see, after countless years, as the third game reopens, as the Eternal Life Game reopens, can the newcomers in the temple cross it.”

...

Within the chessboard world.

Everything continued.

Qin Jin embarked on the journey once again.

Year after year, age after age, the Elder Sages continued their attempts.

They climbed high mountains, explored deep seas with fragile bodies.

And with Human Race bodies, emulated Alien Race cultivation.

Extremely perilous.

The exploration of the unknown destined sacrifices.

New directions keep emerging, but after research for various reasons, we must give up; it’s not suitable for the Human Race.

Until the end of the second life, the true cultivation path was not yet established.

In the Human Race, different cultivation methods emerged, but they couldn’t be called blooming widely, because either the path harmed prospects, greatly limiting, or harbored huge hazards, leaving lives in cultivation in peril.

Qin Jin welcomed the third life.

Three lives and three worlds, representing a time span far beyond real age, in this life Qin Jin finally glimpsed the embryo of the Celestial Cyan Technique.

The embryo doesn’t come from Qin Jin’s team but from another group of constantly exploring Human Race Elder Sages.

Based on the methods established for long by the Human Race to hone themselves, using mysterious objects and divine objects born by nature as fuel, to forge the essence of power, the core of power.