Life Simulation: I Caused the Female Sword Immortal to Regret Forever-Chapter 363:

[You were not favored by the Goddess of Luck.]

[After leaving the Sorcerer World, the Tower of Salvation was quickly targeted by an immortal from the Endless Netherworld.]

[You sensed a deep, overwhelming malice. Even from a great distance, you were certain of the enemy’s immense power.]

[You decided to carry out your plan.]

[To trade your life for the survival of Sylvia and everyone else.]

All phenomena were thrown into chaos. Rules were overturned. After leaving the Tower of Salvation, Xu Xi had no choice but to use his physical body to withstand the void of chaos and the terrifying pressure from the Endless Netherworld.

“Hmm… a bit troublesome, but manageable.” Xu Xi no longer suppressed the soul fire. His soul surged wildly, his body cracked open, and the vast aura surged outward, forcibly suppressing the chaotic environment. Life and death overlapped and blurred in that moment. It was only thanks to the simulator’s trait that Xu Xi could barely wield this power. “I suppose this counts as a twisted form of mastering life and death? I don’t have the power of a Seven-Ring Sorcerer, but I’ve obtained some of their traits.” Xu Xi let out a quiet laugh. He didn’t focus on this power for long and instead turned to face the Tower of Salvation. “Using chaos as a reference point, the cross-world speed of the Tower of Salvation is too slow. I must push it forward.”

Without wasting a second, Xu Xi stood within the chaos and struck the void with his staff. A mighty surge of soul power pushed the entire tower to rapidly fly toward the distant world of Heruka. That was Xu Xi’s main goal. He burned himself, becoming fuel for billions of soul flames, all to send off Sylvia and the others and ensure their safety.

His secondary goal—

Xu Xi turned calmly to face a swirl of chaotic gray mist that appeared distant but was actually approaching rapidly. “Gathering truth. Gathering spells. Gathering the possibilities of life and death.”

“As I thought…”

“A Seven-Ring Sorcerer.”

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“Or perhaps, I should call you the true culprit behind the destruction of the world?”

Life, death, and soul—these were the three domains Xu Xi mastered upon ascending to the Fifth Ring. With the help of overwhelming soul fire, they erupted with dazzling brilliance, illuminating the chaos while revealing a sense of utter death.

“A Fifth-Ring Sorcerer?”

“A genius.”

“Those useless escapees surely had no idea their homeworld would give birth to someone like you.”

“To achieve something so unbelievable at the Fifth Ring.”

The tone was casual, like one commenting on a junior from their own lineage. The chaos twisted, and truth condensed. A vast, indistinct humanoid figure appeared. Its presence alone crushed chunks of chaotic space and denied the continuation of laws. That was a Seven-Ring Sorcerer. An existence built upon infinite knowledge, terrifying in essence. Even if one used shortcuts to reach this level, they could still interfere with rules as they pleased.

Then that towering figure twisted into a grin, madness flickering in its eyes—a madness unique to sorcerers.

“Excellent, truly excellent! As long as I dissect your memories, I’ll understand how you gathered these souls!”

“You have no idea how great this discovery is! Only I can truly harness its potential!!!”

The attack came suddenly. The immortal will clashed with the universe, stirring a storm of chaos. But the offensive failed. As soon as it approached Xu Xi, it was neutralized by the boundless soul fire.

“This amount—what… how many souls have you gathered?!” came the shocked and angry voice.

Xu Xi stood calmly. The glow of his staff grew more intense. Yes… how many souls had he gathered? Even Xu Xi didn’t know. The fall of the Sorcerer World turned the land into a realm of undead. Whether it was Xu Xi or the Tower, a single strike could harvest hundreds or thousands of soul flames.

Daily accumulation. Monthly accumulation. Yearly accumulation. The amount of soul fire Xu Xi had stored had long since reached an unimaginable number. If not for the trait of the soul collector regulating them, his body would’ve been torn apart already.

But now, Xu Xi chose to release them. Billions of moments, all condensed into a single synchronized instant.

“Come, I’ve waited a long time for this.” Xu Xi smiled as his flesh rapidly disappeared, his shriveled body turning into a skeletal undead form. He no longer reversed the undead state. His body, like a runaway train, plunged toward annihilation. Even his soul began to burn within the raging soul fire.

At last, everything about Xu Xi—along with the immeasurable, chaos-illuminating soul fire—gathered on his staff and unleashed a strike that pierced through the universe.

It was the struggle of the living. It was the fury of the dead. The culprit who destroyed their home stood right here. How could he not be furious?

“Madman! You lunatic!!!” Chaos erupted completely, and even the nearby Sorcerer World rippled with spatial distortions. The fury of a mere man rose against the almighty and made them afraid, made them suffer, made them incapable of catching the rapidly escaping Tower of Salvation.

Only one strike. Just one. A mortal technique forged from the intertwining of life and death managed to erase one of the Seven-Ring Sorcerer’s arms.

“That felt amazing…” Xu Xi gave a ragged laugh. “If I count the time… Sylvia should be almost there.”

“Now… I don’t have to worry anymore.”

He laughed with joy. Laughed with exhaustion. He wanted to keep moving, but he couldn’t.

His soul fire consumed even himself. Powerless, his broken body drifted in chaos, waiting to be destroyed, to face the Seven-Ring Sorcerer’s furious retaliation.

It was bright. Very bright. Crimson hellfire blazed before him, meant to inflict the greatest suffering on body and soul.

As Xu Xi stared at the blazing inferno reflected in his eyes, a final thought emerged in his mind. “Good thing I didn’t let Sylvia come…” “She’s really afraid of pain…”

With his flesh and soul burning, Xu Xi’s expression softened. Slowly, he closed his eyes. Together with his soul… he fell into eternal silence, giving the Seven-Ring Sorcerer no chance to extract his memories.

Thus, the tale of the sorcerer and the brave would never continue. It faded into history, like a crumbling page lost in gray silence.

In a final blur, Xu Xi saw Sylvia crying, helpless and fragile, as she looked at him. He instinctively reached out, wanting to wipe away her tears. But his hand was phantom-like, passing through her face without being able to touch her.

“Sorry, Sylvia…”

The voice vanished, and the last trace of Xu Xi’s soul faded away.

[You died.]

[Simulation ended.]

[You completed a full adventure.]

[You awakened in a forgotten grave, in a world no one knew.]

[You stood alone against the mastermind, falling just before dawn’s arrival.]

[You were a miracle that truly existed.]

[You were the one praised by countless people.]

[You mastered the balance of life and death. You were not Death, but greater than Death. Souls could not easily escape from your grasp.]

[You personally raised a brave soul, making her truly strong—both in body and in heart.]

[You felt the Tower of Salvation enter a new world. You had no regrets. Your journey ends here.]