The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 836: Chapter 435 “Gathering Spirit Pool” and “Light and Dark Order” (Please Subscribe)

Milton Cheney appeared contemplative.

He couldn’t immediately agree to the elder’s request, that would be too obvious.

Indeed, Milton Cheney did not plan to refuse the elder.

He actually had other options to consider.

After all, at this moment, Milton Cheney couldn’t be certain whether he really was the so-called Chosen One.

If he was, then all was well, but if he wasn’t, then it was possible that he might not awaken by the end of the simulation.

In that case, the Reincarnation Simulation Count would have been wasted.

Nevertheless, Milton Cheney still decided to spend the following years in the Burning Domain, awaiting awakening.

The decision was actually quite simple to make.

First, Milton Cheney couldn’t be sure if he was the Chosen One, but the probability of him being one was greater than not.

The second reason was that Milton Cheney was not short of Reincarnation Simulation opportunities.

Although it took stacking five Reincarnation Simulation Counts to initiate this Reincarnation Simulation, what was five times anyway?

It was merely a matter of over twenty thousand years in reality.

This period was not considered too lengthy for Milton Cheney.

Thus, he could completely use this Reincarnation Simulation for trial and error.

Milton Cheney was ready to treat this Reincarnation Simulation as a test to verify if he was the Chosen One.

If he was, then naturally it would be for the best.

But if not, he wouldn’t lose much.

After all, the result would have been verified, and with it, he would be able to find the correct direction in the next Reincarnation Simulation.

After pondering for a moment, Milton Cheney slowly nodded.@@novelbin@@

This signified that he agreed with the intent behind the elder’s words.

Seeing Milton Cheney nod, a glint of light flashed in the white-haired elder’s eyes.

“Within a hundred thousand years, you will certainly awaken,” the white-haired elder said with a solemn expression.

Although unaware of what was going through Milton Cheney’s mind, the elder had his suspicions based on Milton Cheney’s hesitation.

It was undoubtedly doubt about his own identity as he had described.

If Milton Cheney couldn’t awaken, then he would also waste his time that could have been spent finding other Cultivation Methods.

The White Robe elder was clear about this, but he wasn’t worried.

He believed his judgment could not be wrong.

A Chosen One was too rare and valuable.

Every Chosen One could be called a seed of Great Power, and what he needed to do now was to nurture this seed to grow into a vast heavenly tree.

As for Milton Cheney’s identity, he had no doubts.

Milton Cheney might be uncertain, but he was sure.

That is, the young man before him was undoubtedly a member of the Chosen Ones.

“I understand,” Milton Cheney said, nodding.

Whether or not he truly was a Chosen One wasn’t something Milton Cheney cared too much about; he had undergone many Reincarnation Simulations.

Many of these had been of immense help, while many resulted in no gains at all.

Therefore, Milton Cheney was accustomed to this.

Whether this Reincarnation Simulation would bring significant aid to his actual self mattered to him, but not overly so.

After all, if not this time, then there would be a next time, and if that failed, there would be another after that.

As long as his Simulator remained and his real self did not die, there would be many more simulations in the long years ahead.

Milton Cheney never put all his hopes into a single simulation.

He understood the adage that one can’t expect to become fat with just one mouthful.

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Time slowly passed, and in a blink, millennia had faded away.

Dayrealm, Tri-Saint County, Burning Domain.

Inside the Gathering Spirit Pool.

Milton Cheney’s body was soaked in the waters of the Gathering Spirit Pool.

At this moment, Milton Cheney’s eyes were tightly closed, surrounded by a faint white vapor.

The Gathering Spirit Pool could be regarded as the most precious place in the Burning Domain, but the White Robe elder still freely provided it to him.

Soaking in the Spirit Pool, Milton Cheney could clearly feel his body growing steadily stronger.

This had nothing to do with whether he had practiced any Cultivation Method.

This was the strength of the body alone.

In this world, even without practicing any Cultivation Method, certain natural treasures could still enhance one’s physical strength.

Of course, the strengthening of the physique and the practice of Cultivation Methods were different.

They could be seen as one being internal, the other external.

Milton Cheney had been in the Gathering Spirit Pool for three hundred years.

Since he entered, he could distinctly feel his body drawing a ceaseless stream of energy from the pool.

This energy flow was incredibly vast.

Moreover, this was not Milton Cheney actively drawing from the pool’s energy.

It was the energy in the pool that was continuously rushing towards him.

This sensation was very comfortable.

It was as if an exhausted body was soaking in a hot spring.

In fact, this pronounced sensation was only felt when Milton Cheney initially entered the Spirit Pool.

After a long time, he would no longer experience it.

After all, even the Gathering Spirit Pool had its limits.

Merely relying on it for substantial improvement was almost impossible.

Time slowly elapsed, and Milton Cheney’s physical strength continued to rise steadily.

Milton Cheney’s body began to visibly increase in size at an observable rate.

The energy flow in the Gathering Spirit Pool surged into his body even faster.