[Because of your death, the simulation ends.....]
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"Ah, I'm dead after all. In the end, this way of improving cultivation is too extreme. Without great fortune supporting me, accidents are bound to happen, and death is inevitable. Being able to live for fifty years and raise my cultivation to the 7th-Tier of the Nirvana Boundary is already terrifying enough."
Wang Ping sighed as he looked at the simulation content.
"Maybe even Ye Chen, the Son of Fortune, would have died in this situation where an Emperor attacked him personally. After all, fortune isn't omnipotent, and it can't make you survive any situation."
In the simulation, Wang Ping may have known that his chances of falling were high, but he still chose to do so.
Because he had no other choice.
If he didn't break through, he would die.
Even if he didn't choose to join the Blood Demon Realm and tried to escape there with the effect of Breath Concealment, he still needed strong strength to support him.