[Simulator + Myriad Worlds + Spiritual Resurrection]

Nan Zhu contracted a strange disease.

The doctor told him he had only three months to live.

[Ding, the Happy Life Simulator System has been connected]

[Please start your first simulation]

...

[You died, you died in front of your sister]

[Your sister went mad]

...

Through simulation after simulation, Nan Zhu successfully experienced different lives.

Until one day, while still asleep, Nan Zhu suddenly felt someone in his arms.

Swordswoman: "Brother, this time, I won't lose you again..."

Nan Zhu: "..."

(Introduction is weak, please refer to the main text)

The path of cultivation is long and arduous. In the past, Yan Quan was a staunch believer in the supremacy of strength. His heart was solely devoted to cultivation, never wasting time on emotions.

He ruthlessly cast aside those fairies who foolishly fell for him, using every means to improve his power. All he wanted was to attain enlightenment and become the strongest under the heavens—so he’d never again suffer the kind of humiliation he experienced as a child.

But after he unexpectedly lost all his cultivation, things started going very wrong. The once-abandoned, stunningly beautiful fairies had now grown terrifyingly powerful.

When he ran into them again—or rather, when they caught him—he no longer had a choice but to talk feelings…

“I was wrong before. Now, I just want to live a peaceful life as a mortal!”

(Secretly trying to restore his cultivation…)

The fairies: “Hehehe… a mortal? Oh, we’ll let you experience it to the fullest!”

(dark, no system, the protagonist is the author's ideal self, multiple female leads, not for those who dislike this) Ten thousand years ago, the so-called Orthodox Path planted a single Dharma Tree and reversed the spiritual veins, violently remade its foundations. From then on, the world was cleaved into two realms:

The Land of Flourishing Dharma: Where flowers bloom daily, fruits ripen constantly, and golden jade forms its pavilions.

The Land of Ending Dharma:Where the rites of the state turn ominous, disasters run rampant, and you are now the honored one.

The Unorthodox Cultivators cultivated... wandered... , , , , the Seven Dharma Gates... among them the Seventh Yellow Group, seeking beauty and joy, overseeing governance and decline, either at the factories of Duzheng Peak or before the Hand of Empress Yuehai, yet they guarded upon the ground.