【Simulating eight hundred years, the Azure Emperor Divine Palace proclaimed to the world that the remnants in the Five Domains were completely exterminated, the Ten Great Generals all perished in battle, and the Azure Emperor broke through to Divine Transformation, proclaiming himself the Azure Yang Heavenly Venerable. He changed the era name to the Azure Calendar, and this year was henceforth known as the First Year of the Azure Calendar.】
【In the Second Year of the Azure Calendar, the Azure Emperor Divine Palace called upon all cultivators within its territorial domain who had not yet joined the palace to enter it. That same year, they launched the “Ten Thousand Masses” campaign: every palace cultivator who brought a rogue cultivator into the palace would receive one thousand contribution points.
These points could be exchanged for elixirs and miraculous medicines, or for Golden Core and Nascent Soul inheritances—many practical uses. From then on, the Five Domains and the Two Heavens began a mad scramble to recruit people into the palace.】
【In the Fifth Year of the Azure Calendar, due to excessive private martial conduct among the cultivators, disrupting the stability of the Five Domains and Two Heavens, certain offensive divine abilities deemed too threatening were banned from circulation within the Azure Sky by the Azure Emperor Divine Palace. The palace cultivators had many grievances but were powerless to oppose.】
【In the Tenth Year of the Azure Calendar, 99.9% of the world’s cultivators had joined the Divine Palace. That same year, various longevity cultivation methods mysteriously spread wildly within the Azure Sky. Even some heretical techniques circulated, causing prices for offensive divine abilities and methods to skyrocket, deterring Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment cultivators.
This phenomenon lasted only briefly before being suppressed.】
【In the Thirtieth Year of the Azure Calendar, the Azure Emperor Divine Palace issued a decree to establish the Myriad Dao Pavilion, preparing for the next cultivation golden age. It required every family and household to submit their respective inheritances without compensation, causing an uproar.
Many Golden Core cultivators openly expressed dissatisfaction towards the Azure Emperor Divine Palace within the Azure Sky, speaking recklessly. The next day, a squad of Golden Armor puppets came knocking as a warning.】
【In the Fortieth Year of the Azure Calendar, the Azure Emperor Divine Palace issued a final warning to cultivators who had yet to join the palace. When this proved fruitless, the following year a large contingent of Golden Armor puppets was sent out to purge rogue cultivators in the Five Domains and Two Heavens.
The remaining rogue cultivators rose in resistance but were crushed at a single touch, turning the battlefield into a river of blood.】
【In the Fiftieth Year of the Azure Calendar, a new batch of Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment cultivators were born and stepped onto the path of immortality, but generally they were not adept at offensive combat.】
【In the Sixtieth Year of the Azure Calendar, the Azure Emperor Divine Palace convened the Myriad Laws Assembly, inviting high-level cultivators from across the world to discuss the next cultivation golden age. Countless Golden Core and Nascent Soul elders attended.
The assembly lasted three days and three nights before suddenly being attacked by a demon cultivator, resulting in heavy casualties. Only the Nascent Soul and Golden Core elders remained silently and withdrew.】
【In the Sixty-Fifth Year of the Azure Calendar, the Azure Emperor Divine Palace abruptly announced: Confucianism disrupts the law with literature, chivalry violates prohibitions with martial arts, and immortality destroys the world with spiritual methods. It demanded that cultivators under the palace’s jurisdiction cultivate the “Supreme Primordial True Scripture” to eliminate their offensive means.
Countless Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators jointly resisted, with many even defecting from the palace to the wilderness. Yet the few surviving Nascent Soul True Lords publicly approved and led by example in cultivation.】
【In the Seventieth Year of the Azure Calendar, pairs of Golden Armor puppets were dispatched again. Though individually not powerful, their vast numbers made them fearless and ruthless, never leaving survivors.
No matter where cultivators hid, these puppets always accurately locked onto their positions.】
【In the One Hundredth Year of the Azure Calendar, the Azure Emperor Divine Palace officially forbade any cultivation methods, techniques, or divine abilities from circulating within the Azure Sky, under penalty of death!!】
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【Simulating one thousand years, in the Two Hundredth Year of the Azure Calendar, you awaken from a coma.】
““Ugh~~” Su Bai slowly woke, brow furrowed lightly, feeling an inexplicable fullness in her lower abdomen.
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze first clouded with confusion, then turning to disgust.
Before her was a man dressed in a mysterious black Dao robe, his features extraordinarily handsome, with a pair of deep, piercing black eyes fixed steadily on her.
The man in the black robe was none other than her twice-rebellious apprentice, the troublemaker—now the Mysterious Sky Heavenly Venerable.**
“Why am I still not dead?”
“Master, do you want to die that badly?” Su Xiao Hei raised an eyebrow, smirking slyly as he retorted.
“Heh! You wretched pest! If you have the guts, give me a quick death!!” Su Bai snorted coldly, lifting her eyes to scan around. It was indeed her own bedchamber, and beneath her was the familiar bed.
She tried to mobilize her divine power but felt no response—it must have been sealed again.
According to the simulator’s prompts, she should have been asleep for two hundred years.
The simulator’s one-thousand-year span, the Two Hundredth Year of the Azure Calendar.
She had no idea what scheme this traitorous apprentice was hatching—winning the great war but still leaving the Azure Emperor Divine Palace intact.
He should have just offed her early, claimed the title of Ancestor, and allowed her to start the next round of simulation.
“Master—or rather, from now on, Master Venerable.”
“Master Venerable, are you so fond of claiming the title of sole ruler?” The man’s rough fingertips traced slowly down Su Bai’s thigh, past her knee joint, calf, ankle, and then suddenly pressed hard into the sole of her foot.
“Ugh~~” Su Bai shuddered violently, stifling a grunt, her body tensing instantly as a flash of shame and anger flickered across her eyes.
“You wretch! What—are—you—doing!”
The Empress in the imperial robe grit her teeth and glared fiercely at the man who dared offend her, her eyes burning with a mix of rage and humiliation.
“Of course, I’m doing ‘things’!” the wretched pest chuckled wickedly.
“Wh-what ‘things’?”
“Doing you!”
With that, the Great Pest suddenly lifted Su Bai’s legs and placed them over his shoulders.
“What the hell! What are you doing!!”
“A man can be killed but not humiliated—give me a quick death!!”
Su Bai panicked in disarray. Defeated in battle or not, roleplay or not, but an Empress who lost still had to have some dignity.
In the previous life, she was tormented by the Hong Ru for three hundred years—she never recovered from that.
Yet Su Xiao Hei showed no decorum at all. After smearing a bit of oil on her jade legs, he slapped her plump imperial butt.
“I humiliate you, so what?”
“My fist is the biggest, and I’m always right.”
“Like now, Master Venerable, you hate that ‘Zhou Xuan’ the most. When you were a child, he sucked your blood while cursing ‘Damn Zhou Xuan’. Well, from now on, I am Zhou Xuan.”
As he spoke, Su Xiao Hei’s figure subtly shifted. His already extraordinarily handsome face became even more devilish and sinister, and his black Dao robe transformed dreamily into a white robe embroidered with golden patterns—symbolizing supreme authority, exuding a chilling aura of oppression.
His fingertips moved lightly, and the imperial robe representing his noble status gradually slipped away, revealing skin as smooth and white as mutton fat jade. Under the gentle glow, her skin shimmered with an enchanting radiance, dazzling as snow. Every inch silently recounted a mysterious, proud past, but now it became the object of the man’s wanton desecration.
“Master Venerable, how does it feel to be treated like this by the person you despise most?” The man’s voice whispered low by Su Bai’s ear, like the murmur of a demon.
“Give me a quick death.” Su Bai closed her eyes tightly, her cheeks flushed. She did not want to see that face at all. The moment she saw it, the unbearably grotesque “cream puff” memories sealed away for three hundred years would involuntarily flood her mind and contaminate her entire memory—like intracranial high…
“I refuse.”
Slap!
Another slap!
The man in the golden-white robe smiled wickedly even more.
“I still have to flaunt this look I pulled out from your memories two hundred years ago, shambling around in front of you for a lifetime.”
“You’re right, the biggest fist is the greatest truth.”
“My fist is bigger than yours, so my truth is stronger.”
“For example, I say the defeated shall become the property of the victor.”
“So from now on, Master Venerable, my mother, you are my possession.”