The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 683: Chapter 366 (Combined Two in One) “Future Immortal King” and “Reincarnation Simulation Ended”_5

“I should give up, but you managed to transcend tribulation in just three hundred years.”

“Could it be because of the poor feng shui of the True Spirit Sect?”

Cornelius concealed his smile, speaking with a hint of seriousness.

He understood there had been no progress for him, and he could somewhat guess why.

However, Milton Cheney’s lack of improvement over the years puzzled him.

After all, in his view, Milton Cheney’s talent was certainly not inferior to his.

“My Consciousness is deficient, and now I’ve reached the Limit of my Realm. Naturally, it’s impossible for me to advance.”

“Rather than expect me to advance, you might as well wait until you become an Immortal King and resurrect me, maybe then I can continue to improve.”

Milton Cheney was quite frank about his situation, speaking offhandedly.

As for the second sentence, it was purely his joke.

Because he knew very well that even if Cornelius truly became an Immortal King, resurrecting him would be impossible, since he did not actually belong to this World.

However, the feeling of teasing a future Immortal King was indeed pleasant.

Even Milton Cheney couldn’t resist.

After all, the person before him was the highest achiever he had encountered, both in reality and in simulation.

Even whether he himself could reach that stage in the future was still uncertain.

“Consciousness deficiency?”

Cornelius’s brow furrowed slightly, seemingly surprised by Milton Cheney’s reason.

At this moment, his thoughts entangled, his emotions complex.

Milton Cheney was, to put it simply, the only friend he made in his cultivation journey so far.

So subconsciously, he wanted to help Milton Cheney resolve this issue.

But the next moment, he wondered, could it be a scheme?

To expose that Treasure for Milton Cheney’s sake, would it be worth it?

In an instant, countless thoughts burst forth in Cornelius’s mind.

It should not be a plot; his mind was clear and transparent by nature, allowing him to sense that Milton Cheney bore no ill will towards him—perhaps even an indescribable… expectation?

Furthermore, considering Milton Cheney’s age, it seemed he treated him like a junior to be looked after.

Over the millions of years, Milton Cheney indeed helped him a lot.

Leaving everything else aside, just the knowledge that Milton Cheney possessed was exceedingly profound.

“Wait for me a moment!”

Cornelius finally made a decision.

If he could help, then he should lend a hand.

If he really misunderstood Milton Cheney, then that was his own fault.

After he finished speaking, Cornelius’s figure vanished from the spot.

Milton Cheney, who was sitting cross-legged, blinked in surprise and then frowned slightly.

He noticed Cornelius’s sudden change; was it because of his Consciousness deficiency that Cornelius wanted to help him?

Milton Cheney didn’t know.

But he was certain that, not to mention Cornelius, even an Immortal Emperor might not be able to help with his situation.

Because his condition wasn’t just a simple Consciousness deficiency, but a limitation of the Simulator.

Breaking the Simulator’s limitations was nearly impossible.

Unless a being of a higher order than the Simulator intervened.

If such an entity existed, it certainly wouldn’t be within the Immortal Realm.

Moments later, before Milton Cheney could harbor any other emotions, Cornelius reappeared.

“Old Cheney, no matter what happens next, you must keep it secret.”

“I may be able to solve your Consciousness deficiency issue.”

Upon reappearing, Cornelius immediately spoke.

His tone was serious and grave.

He didn’t know whether his actions were right or wrong, because within the Immortal Realm, there had been far too many cases of betrayals over Treasures.

Milton Cheney may not have been that type of person in the past, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t become one in the future.

Yet, he still acted thus because something inside him seemed to signal that helping Milton Cheney would not be harmful.

Perhaps it was due to the voice in his heart or maybe because Milton Cheney was his only friend, so he made what appeared to be a foolish decision.

At this moment, Milton Cheney showed no signs of surprise or other emotions but frowned even deeper.

“Old Cornelius, don’t bother with futile efforts.”

“Your posture suggests there are some things not fit to be exposed.”

“I can assure you solemnly, there’s nothing that can solve my situation, no matter what it is.”

Milton Cheney said.

Then, even a fool like Milton Cheney realized that Cornelius was indeed intending to help him with his Consciousness deficiency.

Although nothing had begun yet, Milton Cheney already understood the outcome.

So he directly refused.

He had no intention of probing Cornelius’s fortunes, and frankly, he had never thought about clinging to anyone’s coattails—not to mention that Cornelius’s ascension to Immortal King was an event that wouldn’t occur until hundreds of epochs later, by which time, his simulation would have long since ended.

Hearing these words, Cornelius, unconcerned, shook his head.

What you say doesn’t matter to me.

Unsolvable?

Oh, Old Cheney, I just hope you don’t drop your jaw later!

No one knows better than Cornelius himself how incredibly formidable that Treasure is.

Solving a Consciousness deficiency is a trifling matter.

Forget about a deficiency; given time, he could even create a new Consciousness for Milton Cheney with no problem.

As time passed, after just a moment.

Indeed, someone’s jaw did drop in shock, but that person was not Milton Cheney.

“Impossible, how could this not work?”

Cornelius was stupefied.

A mere Consciousness deficiency issue, and the “Miracle Mind Plate” couldn’t solve it?

This must be a joke, for it was a Heavenly Path Treasure, an existence on the level of the Heavenly Path in the Immortal Realm.

And now you’re telling me that such a Treasure can’t solve a simple Consciousness deficiency?

“Old Cheney, something’s off with you, very off!”