The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 735: Chapter 387 “Spiritual Sea Passage” and “27,000,000 Years” (Please Subscribe)_2

At least Milton Cheney didn’t feel any discomfort, just a sense of heaviness in his body.

Time slowly passed.

Milton didn’t know how long the journey through the Spiritual Sea Passage to the Spiritual Sea Area governed by Myriad Towns Court would take.

He also didn’t care, as the passage of time had lost much of its meaning for him during this instance of the Reincarnation Simulation.

Having made a breakthrough to become a Level Eight Cultivator within this simulation, Milton’s longevity was incredibly vast, with a full five hundred million years of lifespan left.

With so much time that couldn’t be used to advance his Realm, there were too many other things he could do.

Tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years had passed, losing all significance for Milton.

Even within the Spiritual Sea Passage, Milton could sense the passage of time, but he didn’t deliberately pay attention to it.

No matter how long this journey took, it wasn’t going to be very long.

At the most, it might take a few hundred thousand years, possibly even less.

Time wouldn’t stop just because Milton chose to ignore it.

Before he knew it, Milton had been traversing the Spiritual Sea Passage for over thirty thousand years.

At a certain moment, Milton sensed a change in his surroundings.

It transformed into a scene that was somewhat unfamiliar to him, yet also felt somewhat familiar.

The Spiritual Sea Area, he had arrived.

At that moment, Milton could clearly sense his Spiritual Body being enveloped by the current, yet he felt no discomfort.

Before Milton had time to closely observe his environment, the space next to him began to ripple slightly.

A thought flickered in Milton’s mind.

If his guess was correct, it should be the member responsible for recording his mission from Myriad Towns Court that had arrived.

Therefore, Milton set aside his stray thoughts and calmly waited.

Indeed, in the next moment, a woman wearing a White Robe with a delicate face appeared beside Milton.

Seeing the woman dressed in White Robe, Milton’s heart stirred slightly.

If the Black Robe in Myriad Towns Court represented the status of an Outer Sect Disciple, then the White Robe signified the status of an Inner Sect Disciple.

Of course, this was just a metaphor.

There was no division between Outer and Inner Sects within Myriad Towns Court.

Simply put, White Robe members held a higher status than Black Robe members in Myriad Towns Court.

Milton was also a White Robe member within Myriad Towns Court.

And to wear a White Robe, the most fundamental condition was that one’s Talent had to be at a minimum of Level Nine.

This meant that the woman who suddenly appeared in front of Milton had the same Talent level as him—they were both of Level Nine.

However, despite the myriad thoughts in his mind, Milton did not rashly sense the Realm of the woman nearby.

After all, in the Spiritual World, to sense someone else’s Realm without permission was an extremely offensive action.

Milton was not ignorant, so naturally, he would not commit this kind of taboo.

When the delicate-faced woman appeared, her gaze rested on Milton’s face.

What a handsome young man.

The delicate-faced woman was inwardly moved but did not show it.

Her expression remained indifferent.

Although she did not rashly sense Milton’s Realm, she knew that the young man before her, like herself, was a Level Eight Cultivator.

“Follow me. Once the mission is recorded, you will officially take on the role of the seventh Spiritual Lord responsible for the Spiritual Sea Area governed by Myriad Towns Court, with a term of six Spiritual Cycles,” the White Robe woman said.

Even though Milton was a Level Eight Cultivator, she didn’t pay much heed.

After all, Milton had only just advanced, whereas she had already traveled a great distance on the Level Eight path.

She had initially tested at the Limit of Level Nine Talent, which meant she was unlikely to be confined to Level Eight.

In the future, there was a high probability that she would become a Level Nine Cultivator.

Hearing the White Robe woman’s words, Milton nodded without any change in his expression.

He naturally wasn’t aware of what the White Robe woman was thinking, and even if he did, he didn’t care.

At this point in this Reincarnation World, there wasn’t much left for Milton to care about.

The Realm he cared about the most had already been cultivated.

So, in the time that followed, all of his time became less significant.

The next moment, the woman in the white robe made no attempt to hide her presence, and her figure vanished from the spot.

Milton Cheney was also able to clearly sense the direction in which the woman in the white robe had gone, so he moved and followed suit.

After several shifts and turns, Milton Cheney arrived in a great hall.

This great hall was not unfamiliar to him.

It was here that he had initially received his inherited memory; he had not anticipated that, after his breakthrough to the eight spiritual realm level, there would come a moment to return here.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

It must be said, fate really is unpredictable.

The mission input process was very simple and didn’t waste much of Milton Cheney’s time.

After the mission was entered, clear memories about this mission had already appeared in Milton Cheney’s mind.

There was not much associated memory, and it was very simple to understand.

At least for Milton Cheney, this mission was without any danger.

It must be said, no matter how the mission was for other cultivators at the eight spiritual realm level, at least it was very suitable for Milton Cheney.

Just in terms of safety, it perfectly met Milton Cheney’s requirements.

He had plenty of life left, and afterwards, there was no need to waste time on arduous cultivation; five hundred million years would be more than enough to understand this world.

Even those pieces of hidden information, Milton Cheney might also learn much about.

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Time slips through the fingers like fine sand that cannot be held.

As time flew by, twenty-seven million years passed.

Most of Milton Cheney’s time after taking up the position of Spiritual Lord Guide had been spent within the Spiritual Sea Area.

Although nearly thirty million years might seem long, it felt very short to Milton Cheney.

This mission was very relaxed for Milton Cheney.

Though nearly thirty million years had passed, the number of times he actually had to take action was only a handful.

After all, he was an eight spiritual realm level cultivator on the Spiritual World Cultivation Path, directly supervising the other guides.

What’s more, within the Spiritual Sea Area that he was responsible for in Myriad Towns Court, there were more than one Spiritual Lord Guide.

Among all the Spiritual Lord Guides, he was ranked seventh.

That meant that a lot of things didn’t require his personal involvement.

Nevertheless, Milton Cheney reaped quite a harvest over these years.

He truly came to understand that the thing that the Spiritual World did not lack was people with high talent.

In just nearly thirty million years, he had encountered several individuals whose talents reached the level of nine spirits.

It’s important to know that this was only within the Spiritual Sea Area that Myriad Towns Court was responsible for.

In the entire Spiritual World, there are countless such Spiritual Sea Areas.

What Milton Cheney saw was just a tiny fraction of it.

Inside the great hall.

Milton Cheney slowly opened his eyes.

At the moment, he was presiding over the seventh great hall.

This great hall had no master before his arrival, meaning he was the first master of this hall.

Over the years, his realm had still not improved by even the slightest.

He hadn’t completely given up the practice of Spiritual World cultivation methods; these years he had occasionally resumed his cultivation practices.

It’s just a pity, much like the experiences he had before, once he sensed that his realm had reached its limit, further improvement had become impossible.

At least for the current him, he didn’t have such capability.

The Simulator had granted him tremendous improvements.

Since he obtained the Simulator, his progress could be said to be rapid; a few years in reality could be exchanged for tremendous advancements.

But correspondingly, the limitations brought by the Simulator were also unbreakable.

Thinking of this, Milton Cheney didn’t dwell on it further.

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