The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Now, he was but an Outer Sect Disciple of a sect in the Immortal Realm.

Although he had found a foothold in the Immortal Realm, one could not say he held a high status or position.

Not to mention Milton Cheney, even the direct disciples of the Black Moon Sect or the sect’s elders could not be considered to hold high status within the vast expanse of the Immortal Realm.

But at this moment, Milton Cheney was quite satisfied.

After all, when it came to his personal safety, Milton Cheney had absolutely nothing to worry about.

Within the sect, disciples were forbidden from infighting.

Outside the sect, this rule naturally did not apply, but Milton Cheney did not have to worry about the problem of resources, so he naturally would not leave the sect on his own accord.

What he needed to do now, was to endure.

Hard cultivation was the only thing that Milton Cheney needed to focus on at the moment.

Perhaps Milton Cheney was not very skilled in fighting techniques, but when it came to hard cultivation, he was extremely adept.

Even if he were to endure hard cultivation for hundreds of millions of years, Milton Cheney’s state of mind would not undergo any significant change.

Moreover, since Milton Cheney didn’t have to worry about his safety, this created even better conditions for him to engage in hard cultivation.

Before reincarnating into this world, Milton Cheney had never imagined his Reincarnation Simulation could go so smoothly.

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Time slowly passed, and in the blink of an eye, one million two hundred thousand years had passed in the Immortal Realm.

Steward’s Hall, Wave World.

Milton Cheney sat cross-legged, his gaze fixed indifferently on a huge mirror in front of him.

This giant red mirror was the [Origin Mirror] used by the Steward’s Hall to monitor the Red Pond World.

As an Outer Sect Disciple of the Black Moon Sect’s Steward’s Hall, Milton Cheney’s daily missions were naturally not difficult.

And with the covert assistance of Steward Augustine, Milton Cheney’s tasks were even simpler.

He only needed to use the Origin Mirror to surveil millions of Little Worlds within it every day.

If there was any anomaly in a world, he didn’t have to deal with it personally but only had to report it to his superiors.

This kind of mission was so easy that anyone could do it.

It carried no danger, and the Contributions rewards were naturally not much, but its advantage was its duration.

After a million years, Milton Cheney had accumulated quite a sum of Contributions.

Of course, Contributions might be important to other Outer Sect Disciples, but for Milton Cheney, they were useless.

His presence in these missions was just a formality.

As for the resources for his cultivation, he did not need to exchange Contributions to obtain them, as Steward Augustine directly provided for him.

In these years, Steward Augustine had obtained some great fortune, becoming increasingly wealthy and bold.

Even in the realm of cultivation, he had made not insignificant progress.

Within this million years, Milton Cheney had met Steward Augustine a few times, and with each meeting, he could sense the aura of this Steward Augustine being slightly more oppressive than before.

However, Milton Cheney had no intention of proactively asking about it, as it didn’t have much to do with him.

What Milton Cheney did not know was that the reason Steward Augustine had such great gains over the years actually had a bit to do with him.

After deciding to invest in Milton Cheney and requiring a large amount of resources, Steward Augustine changed his previous style of conduct and became much bolder.

The substantial gains he acquired were because of this change in his approach.

Of course, Milton Cheney would not know this.

And even if he did, Milton Cheney would not have much to say about it.

“After a million years, these Little Worlds indeed have not experienced the slightest anomaly, but I have almost saved enough Contributions,” said Milton Cheney.

“It’s time to begin the next phase of cultivation.”

In front of the Origin Mirror, Milton Cheney, who sat cross-legged, contemplated.

During these hundreds of millions of years, Milton Cheney had not cultivated while being stationed here.

After all, the Longevity Immortal Path was one of hard cultivation, with each cultivation session lasting far beyond a million years, and therefore, it was impossible to combine it with his current mission.

To engage in hard cultivation, it was best to stay within a Little World.

That way, there would be no disturbances from others, and he also didn’t have to worry about any issues with his mission.

This mission was very simple, but it required Milton Cheney’s constant vigilance.

Although the probability of anomalies occurring in these Little Worlds was very low, after all, not every Little World could produce an existence similar to Milton Cheney.

People like Milton Cheney who leap out of their small pond are only a few dozen in number within the countless little worlds controlled by the Black Moon Sect over numerous years.

Not to mention the little world overseen by Milton Cheney numbers only in the tens of millions.

Merely within the Red Pond, there are as many as tens of billions of little worlds, and the worlds Milton Cheney has seen are only the tens of millions at the very periphery of the Red Pond.

Most of these worlds are still just in their initial state, making the likelihood of problems occurring even lower.

Even so, Milton Cheney had no way to be in two places at once and take care of the rest.

Because once a problem arose, what he would face was the pursuit of responsibility from the Steward’s Hall, and this was not merely as simple as mission failure.

Milton Cheney had plenty of time and a long life expectancy, naturally, he would not risk losing the larger picture over small gains.

Just as Milton Cheney sank into contemplation, the space before him began to fluctuate slightly.

A purple-robed elder appeared before him.

Milton Cheney snapped out of his reverie and looked toward the elder who had suddenly appeared beside him.

Within the Black Moon Sect, only Inner Sect Disciples are dressed in purple robes.

As for Outer Sect Disciples, they can only wear White Robes, while Direct Disciples are accorded black badges.

Milton Cheney recognized this Inner Sect Disciple; he was a subordinate of Steward Augustine.

Milton Cheney had interacted with this Inner Sect Disciple under Steward Augustine before, so naturally, there was no surprise.

“This is what Steward Augustine entrusted to you,” Augustine said as soon as he appeared, without hesitation.

While speaking, he tossed a square black Crystal Stone to Milton Cheney.

“Thanks,” said Milton Cheney, his expression unchanged as he took it and nodded a greeting.

Augustine waved his hand nonchalantly, then sat down cross-legged in the same spot to look at the Red Origin Mirror.

Over the years, it was not his first time being here.

Although he did not know why Steward Augustine valued an Outer Sect Disciple so highly, he did not inquire further, as it was not something he needed to concern himself with.

He was Steward Augustine’s man, and whatever Steward Augustine asked him to do, he would do without question.

He could guess at Steward Augustine’s intentions, but he would not speak or ask more than necessary.

He did not look down on Milton Cheney, but neither did he go out of his way to flatter him.

After all, he had been following Steward Augustine for much longer than Milton Cheney and was his right-hand man; naturally, he wasn’t worried about Milton Cheney threatening his position.

He considered Milton Cheney to be just another talented subordinate Steward Augustine had recently taken on.

“Aren’t you going to refine the Longevity Crystal Stone now?” Augustine asked after sitting cross-legged for a while and noticing that Milton Cheney did not seem to intend to refine the Longevity Crystal Stone this time.

The reason he had not left the place was that he was waiting for Milton Cheney to refine the Longevity Crystal Stone.

After all, when Milton Cheney was refining the Longevity Crystal Stone, he needed his help to monitor the Red Origin Mirror.

Refining the Longevity Crystal Stone was not a task that could be finished in a short time; it required at least a hundred years.

If a problem arose with the Red Origin Mirror during this period and he was not around to witness it, he too would be held accountable.

However, this time around, Milton Cheney seemed to have no intention of refining the Longevity Crystal Stone, which came as a surprise to him.

He knew that the essence contained within the Longevity Crystal Stone would dissipate over time, so naturally, the sooner it was refined, the better.

“I should complete my mission and leave; there’s no rush,” replied Milton Cheney, addressing Augustine’s puzzlement with an unchanged expression.

Since he was about to leave and return to his Little World to cultivate diligently, he naturally did not have to hastily refine the Longevity Crystal Stone as before.

Using the Longevity Crystal Stone in conjunction with longevity nutrients to continue nurturing his lifespan would surely yield better results and save him some time.

Hearing this, Augustine’s look of surprise faded, and he nodded in understanding.

Augustine clearly grasped what Milton Cheney was thinking, so he said no more.

Since that was the case, there was no longer any need for him to stay, and without saying farewell to Milton Cheney, Augustine stood up and his figure vanished from the place.

As an Inner Sect Disciple who had reached the Slashing Longevity Realm, he did not need to spend long periods in arduous cultivation, but he had plenty of regular tasks.

It was better not to waste time with Milton Cheney if it was not necessary.

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