Life Simulation: I Caused the Female Sword Immortal to Regret Forever-Chapter 347:

Simulation Year Fifteen. Xu Xi is 32 years old.

After a year of construction, with the help of numerous earthwork puppets, the building of the sorcerer tower was nearing completion.

The main structure was grand, with expansive wings on either side.

It wasn’t a typical vertical tower but more like a floating fortress—vast in size and equipped with multiple platforms.

It included living quarters, a potion lab, a creature habitat, a training zone, and floating platforms for ascending and descending.

Every section was designed with future needs in mind.

Majestic and imposing, mysterious yet awe-inspiring, the outer walls made of blue-grey stone shimmered with arcane runes, transmitting energy throughout the entire sorcerer tower.

At first glance, the tower looked massive.

But in the grand scheme of the sorcerer world, its size was rather average.

On the Plateau of the Gods, Xu Xi had explored the ruins of a six-ring sorcerer tower. Even though only fragments remained, it was enough to infer the scale of the original structure.

“It was probably ten times the size of my tower.”

“‘Tower’ is just a name.”

“To be precise, a sorcerer tower is a personal base—a hub for production, research, living, combat, and defense.”

“As a stronghold, the better it is, the greater our chances of survival.”

Xu Xi stood before the nearly completed sorcerer tower.

Holding his wand, he aimed it at the tower’s peak.

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A powerful wave of soul energy surged forth, striking the tip of the tower and activating the core of the tower’s spirit.

This spirit was a magical system developed by sorcerers, operating through soul calculations to help coordinate the tower’s functions.

It performed basic automated tasks with rigid, mechanical precision.

“Master Sorcerer,” the hero followed Xu Xi, curiously glancing around and studying the complex patterns on the tower’s surface.

“With the tower spirit, does that mean we don’t have to manage the tower ourselves?”

Xu Xi entered the tower, checking every function of his future base.

“We still need to, Sylvia.”

“The tower spirit isn’t a sentient being. It’s just a magical mechanism that activates automatically. Tasks like cultivating magic plants or crafting potions still require hands-on effort.”

Under the gaze of the undead hero, Xu Xi raised his finger, and a pale blue flame flared up in the corridor.

The flame morphed into a miniature spirit crow, flapping its wings with lifelike motion and affectionately resting on his bent knuckle.

Its eyes, however, were a lifeless pitch-black.

This was the spirit of the sorcerer tower.

Xu Xi split his soul in two, assigning his loyal mount—the Spiritfire Crow—to act as the tower’s spirit, continuously providing light and energy.

…

[Your sorcerer tower has been completed]

[It blocks death energy, recycles life force, supports cultivation experiments, and provides a relaxing living environment]

[Thanks to your design, the tower is equipped with multiple functions to ensure better survival in a dying world]

[Sylvia asks if the tower has a name]

[You ponder for a long time]

[But can’t come up with a name you’re satisfied with]

[You thought of calling it the Tower of Dawn, but in the sorcerer world, that name is far too common]

[Finally, in a half-joking tone, you say to the hero:]

[“The Tower of Salvation, Sylvia. What do you think?”]

[Your casual remark]

[Makes the hero’s eyes light up]

[Sylvia Crowfield thinks the Tower of Salvation is a wonderful name]

…

The journey of salvation officially began.

A deep humming echoed through both sides of the canyon.

The tall tower levitated, glowing faintly, like a massive star rising from the ground.

It radiated power and awe.

Xu Xi stood in the square of the Tower of Salvation, continually adjusting its flight enchantments, guiding the tower steadily forward.

With Sylvia beside him, they began their campaign to eradicate the undead.

“BOOM!”

“BOOM! BOOM!”

As soon as the tower took off, its towering frame shone with light, launching a barrage of radiant spears.

They rained down from the sky, engulfing and tearing apart the wandering undead above the canyon.

“Amazing…”

Sylvia stared blankly at the scene before her.

She felt as though she had fallen behind the times.

The longsword in her hand suddenly seemed like a piece of scrap metal.

“Don’t be deceived by this, Sylvia,” Xu Xi reached out, and a spirit flame flew up from the ground, absorbed into his reserves under the power of the Soul Collector.

He looked toward the hero at his side, gently reminding her:

“The tower’s attacks are powerful, but they consume a lot of energy and still fall short of a true sorcerer’s might.”

“As we face more advanced undead, your burden will only grow heavier.”

Xu Xi’s words didn’t shake Sylvia in the slightest.

“Thank you for your concern, Master Sorcerer. But this body… is always ready to fight.”

The hero with emerald eyes looked down at the ring on her hand.

It was the same green as her eyes—clear and vivid—shining in unison.

Having a burden wasn’t a bad thing. For Sylvia, it was proof that she was needed.

…

[You and Sylvia travel far and wide]

[After resting for a year in the canyon, you discover that the number of undead in the outside world has greatly increased]

[With your aerial advantage and the Tower of Salvation’s firepower system, you harvest soul flames from the undead continuously, using them as energy for the tower]

[Even after basic consumption, you still manage to stockpile large quantities of soul flame every day]

[You’re very pleased with this]

[And begin to explore the path of the Four-Ring Sorcerer]

[You know well that your current Three-Ring power is far from enough—you must break through to reach your true goal]

[Simulation Year Sixteen. You are now 33 years old]

[This year marks the once-in-a-decade Undead Dark Tide. You and Sylvia witness the changes in the heavens—the blackest darkness, and the oppressive weight of the world itself]

“Sylvia, are you alright?”

“Yes… please don’t worry… I-I’m fine.”

Sylvia’s skeletal body curled into a ball.

During the Dark Tide, the sorcerer world became so dark that you couldn’t even see your own hand.

Fortunately, the sorcerer tower had interior lighting.

When Xu Xi switched on the lights, the hero’s body stopped trembling, but she still refused to stand, remaining curled up on the floor.

“Sylvia?”

“Master Sorcerer, please don’t look at me… It’s too embarrassing… sob…”

Sylvia couldn’t get up.

Her appearance made Xu Xi want to laugh.

He crouched down, gently took Sylvia’s hand, and comforted the shy undead girl, helping her stand with courage.

…

[The Undead Dark Tide is a sign of deepening corruption from the Underworld]

[This year, both the number and strength of the undead have increased]

[Some undead even squeeze into the sorcerer world through cracks in space, bringing the already hopeless world closer to collapse]

[Whether human or another race]

[In the face of this world-level disaster, all are like brittle autumn leaves—one step, and they crumble]

[Your sorcerer tower is swarmed by ghosts and undead]

[You are forced to activate the tower’s maximum defensive mode]

[Through countless trials, you and Sylvia endure the fiercest wave of the Dark Tide, harvesting large amounts of soul flame]

[After the battle, your sorcerer tower is left damaged in multiple areas]