The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 692: Chapter 368 “Exalting the Divine Kingdom” and “Incredibly Hard to Believe” (Subscription Requested)_1

Milton Cheney’s words fell, and the atmosphere between the four of them instantly turned silent.

After a moment, the silence was broken by the Red Blood Demigod.

“Wraith, I think you’d better give it some more careful thought. Countless demigods die on the White Beach every ten thousand years. How can you be so sure you won’t be next?”

The Red Blood Demigod spoke.

Unlike Cloud Wind Demigod, he truly considered Milton Cheney a friend.

On hearing this, Milton Cheney simply shook his head with a deadpan expression, offering no further explanation.

Should he say that even if he died in this world, he wouldn’t truly perish?

That was impossible, primarily because it was highly unlikely the Red Blood Demigod would believe such a claim, and even if he did, Milton Cheney had no intention of revealing such information.

After all, every plane of existence in which Milton Cheney reincarnated was different from the Spiritual Divine Realm.

Milton Cheney hadn’t forgotten that during his first reincarnation in this world, he encountered a Divine Spirit called the Life Main God.

He still clearly remembered what the Life Main God said to him.

The World Consciousness of this world seemed likely to take notice of him in the future.

When this future would come, Milton Cheney did not know, but he was aware that he should not exhibit too many anomalies in this world.

To this day, that exquisitely beautiful Life Main God was the most powerful being Milton Cheney had seen, both in simulations and in reality.

Yes, the most powerful.

After all, the Realm of a Main God, in Milton Cheney’s estimation, was at least comparable to the Immortal Realm’s Sovereigns, perhaps even stronger.

With these thoughts in mind, Milton Cheney shook his head and immediately brushed them aside.

The next moment, his figure vanished from the spot.

The remaining three demigods looked at each other before shaking their heads in unison.

In their eyes, the decision made by Milton Cheney wasn’t much different from committing suicide.

If becoming a True God was indeed so easy, then the three present wouldn’t still just be ninth-level demigods.

Within the Spiritual Divine Realm, the number of demigods was as countless as grains of sand on a beach, while the number of True Gods was like hidden gold in the sand.

The gap between them was vast, as great as the difference between the earth and the sky.

It seemed that there was only a paper-thin barrier between a ninth-level demigod and a lower True God, but that barrier blocked countless ninth-level demigods like an insurmountable chasm.

“The Wraith is courting death,” the Red Blood Demigod said with a sigh.

Hearing this, Cloud Wind Demigod sneered dismissively and, without responding, also vanished from the spot.

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Time slowly passed, and in the blink of an eye, forty-two years went by.

Even in reality, forty-two years were inconsequential to Milton Cheney, let alone in a Reincarnation Simulation.

The City of Stars, White Beach.

White Beach was a special region in the City of Stars.

It opened once every ten thousand years and was originally the divine nest of an upper True God.

However, after that True God perished, it became a no man’s land controlled by the City Lord of the City of Stars.

Every several tens of thousands of years, the City Lord would open it up.

The reason it became a death site for countless ninth-level demigods was simple.

That is, over a hundred people had successfully raised their Divine Kingdoms here over the years.

Indeed, this place had given birth to over a hundred True Gods.

Yet to this day, no one truly knows if this location actually aids in elevating to godhood.

Those True Gods who succeeded never clarified if White Beach offered any assistance, and the numerous demigods who died were no longer able to explain.

Whether it was a gimmick, Milton Cheney did not know.

But he knew that he was bound to attempt to elevate to godhood in this world, so choosing a geomantically favored site might be better.

After all, the end was the same: failure meant death.

So Milton Cheney actually didn’t care about these details.

He was just looking for a place, and White Beach happened to be suitable.

“Flying Divine Platform.”

At a certain part of White Beach, Milton Cheney said calmly.

The gaunt middle-aged man sitting before him lifted his head indifferently upon hearing Milton Cheney’s words, then nonchalantly tossed a silver key to Milton Cheney.

“Ten thousand spirits.”

The middle-aged man said coolly.

Having seen too many people like Milton Cheney, he naturally had no superfluous words to offer.

After all, in the future, he too might step onto the Flying Divine Platform personally.

Milton Cheney was unbothered by the middle-aged man’s demeanor, taking the silver key and leaving ten thousand spirits behind.

The next moment, Milton Cheney activated the silver key and instantly appeared on the Flying Divine Platform.

Aboard the Flying Divine Platform.

“Just as expected,” Milton Cheney laughed in his heart upon his arrival.

Indeed, just as he had imagined, the so-called White Beach’s Flying Divine Platform was nothing more than one of many methods the City Lord of the City of Stars used to amass wealth.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it a scam.

For this place offered no help whatsoever in elevating to godhood.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

No wonder there had been no “bad reviews” over the years.

Those who could’ve given them had died; those who succeeded in raising their Divine Kingdoms here had already succeeded and naturally had no need to leave “bad reviews.”

Moreover, with the City Lord of the City of Stars endorsing the Flying Divine Platform, it was even less likely that news unfavorable to the City Lord’s money collection would spread.

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