Overlapping.
Interweaving.
Mixing.
Under Xu Xi's watchful gaze, Krisha successfully awoke, breaking free from the chaotic state of intermittent unconsciousness.
But the matter was far from over.
As soon as the magic array was withdrawn and the effects of the Clear Spirit Grass faded, the clash between order and disorder would once again plunge Krisha into a coma.
Time was of the essence, and the problem had to be resolved swiftly.
"Krisha, listen to your instincts, relax your mind, and guide it," Xu Xi instructed from the side, standing by as a precaution.
"If anything feels off, tell me immediately."
"Yes, Mentor," the witch replied obediently. Her face remained pale, devoid of its usual healthy glow, exuding a fragile beauty.
She guided her spiritual energy, calming the turmoil within her bloodline.
With her will, she created a buffer zone between the two forces.
Allowing water and fire to coexist.
Allowing divinity and demonic energy to merge.
Allowing her spirit and body to harmonize perfectly.
With Xu Xi's assistance and the wisdom of mortals as her guide, Krisha stumbled through the process of interweaving the two forces within her.
Finally, balance was achieved.
Xu Xi could clearly see that the witch's black-and-gold eyes were slowly calming down, no longer as terrifyingly vivid as before.
Black at the core, gold encircling it.
The black part resembled a starry sea, with faint glimmers of light, holding infinite mysteries and unknowns.
The serene yet radiant gold, on the other hand, exuded an indescribable nobility, like a ring binding the stars, firmly sealing the dark sea of stars.
The only oddity was a barely noticeable gap in the center of her calm eyes, where the black and gold had not fully merged, as if something was still missing.
But this did not hinder the witch's ascension and transformation.
Her emotionless, hollow gaze.
Her serene, expressionless face.
It was a scene he had seen countless times before, yet now it felt entirely different, reminding Xu Xi of the God of Light he had once encountered.
"Divinity...?"
"No, something even beyond that."
Xu Xi couldn't help but marvel. A witch who had achieved perfect balance between body and spirit, order and chaos, was destined to surpass the gods in her future accomplishments.
But before that,
she would need a long period of growth.
When the time came, the miracle that surpassed the gods would astonish the entire world.
"Mentor..."
"Am I... okay now?"
Her calm voice carried a hint of confusion and hesitation.
Krisha sat on the magic stone slab, looking at her hands and then at Xu Xi's face, filled with helplessness.
Even as a miracle that surpassed the gods, even after accomplishing an unprecedented feat, the witch still turned to the person she trusted most when faced with uncertainty.
Her eyes, like a mirror, reflected Xu Xi's figure.
"Yes, you're fine now, Krisha," Xu Xi reassured her.
He gently took her cold hand,
using his own to impart a bit of warmth.
"You've worked hard, Krisha. It must have been tough staying here for so long. Now, we can go home together," Xu Xi said softly, gently leading the witch out of the meditation room.
To Xu Xi, the meditation room was not a home but merely a place for cultivation and emergencies.
He wanted to bring Krisha back into the sunlight.
To let her, who had endured so much, bask in warmth and enjoy a good meal.
"I..."
The girl seemed to want to say something, but in the end, she remained silent.
She simply tightened her grip on Xu Xi's hand, following closely behind, stepping in his shadow as they walked.
"Wherever you are, that is my home."
These were the words the witch kept hidden in her heart, unspoken.
...
After leaving the meditation room, Xu Xi personally prepared a lavish meal for Krisha, who had fully regained consciousness.
The girl initially had little appetite.
But Xu Xi's cooking was exceptionally enticing.
Before she knew it, she had devoured two-thirds of the meal.
This was far beyond her usual appetite.
Krisha was utterly bewildered.
She didn't understand why her appetite had suddenly grown so large.
Xu Xi observed all this and thought, "It seems Krisha's demonic bloodline is at work. Her body is evolving and transforming, naturally requiring more sustenance."
With this in mind, Xu Xi smiled and comforted Krisha, telling her not to worry.
The fusion of demonic and divine powers was a path no one had ever tread before.
The changes in her body were only the first step.
In the days to come,
Krisha would likely display even more extraordinary, even mind-boggling, peculiarities that would challenge conventional understanding.
...
[You successfully saved the witch and created a miracle that surpasses all.]
[Balancing order, balancing chaos, even balancing the world.]
[You cannot imagine what kind of upheaval the witch will stir in this world once she grows up. Perhaps, she will become someone who stands above all.]
[You envision such a future, smiling as you prepare a feast for the witch. She eats voraciously, stuffing herself until she's full.]
[The next day, you conduct tests on the now-recovered witch.]
[To your astonishment, you find that her already extraordinary magical talent has undergone a terrifying enhancement, rivaling even the wisdom of mortals, if not surpassing it.]
[Not only that, but the witch's frail body is also growing stronger. Though her appearance remains unchanged, her inner self has transcended humanity. From now on, you no longer need to worry about her catching a cold or fever.]
[You are overjoyed and relieved.]
[All this time, you had been concerned about Krisha's safety, feeling that her strength was insufficient to protect herself.]
[But the witch's newfound changes have completely put your mind at ease.]
[With a light heart, you live with Krisha in Wagge City, filled with hope for the future. You believe that the two of you can remain in seclusion in Wagge City for a long time, until you both possess even greater strength.]
[Two years later, an incident involving the witch brings a slight ripple to your peaceful life.]
Simulation Year 13.
Xu Xi, 27 years old. Krisha, 19 years old.
The passage of time inevitably leaves its mark on the body.
Even though Xu Xi possessed life magic and his body brimmed with vitality, his face, his body, and his limbs still bore the subtle traces of maturity and weathering brought by the years.
This was only natural.
Expected.
But Krisha was different. At 19 years old, the witch still retained the appearance of her 17-year-old self.
Though her figure had filled out slightly due to better nutrition and physical training, there was no doubt that Krisha's body had stopped growing.
Forever frozen at 17.
"Longevity?"
"Or... immortality?"
In the courtyard of Wagge City, Xu Xi, clad in a wide mage's robe, gazed at the flowers withering in the wind, feeling a sense of wonder but not surprise.
After all, even before this, Krisha's lifespan had far exceeded his own.
Now,
the gap of hundreds or thousands of years had simply stretched into an infinite eternity.
For mortals, it was equally unattainable.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”