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Milton Cheney gazed silently at the light screen, without moving his eyes a fraction.
He was very familiar with the process of text simulation.
In fact, it made no difference whether he watched or not, but Milton had grown accustomed to understanding the content of the text simulation in advance.
Milton put his thoughts aside and concentrated on the light screen in front of him.
Paragraph after paragraph of black text was emerging on the light screen.
These words also represented everything he experienced in the simulation.
For Milton, his text simulation was simple, which was to deduce the Path of Wizard Immortal Cultivation.
Time slowly passed, and in the blink of an eye, another millennium had passed in reality.
One thousand two hundred years in reality.
In the context of text simulations, it spanned twelve eras so lengthy.
As a result, Milton's lifespan was also nearing its limit.
This also meant that the text simulation was gradually coming to an end.
