【You have completed a full simulation】
【Your life was like a brilliant shooting star—brief but leaving a bright enough mark】
【You were a Sanctuary Magus proficient in multiple elements, possessing unparalleled mastery in the field of elemental magic. You were a true Elemental Master】
【You were skilled in communicating with dragons, one of the rare few revered by the dragon race】
【You had profound insights and exquisite skills in multiple fields, making you the most erudite mortal in the world】
【You successfully raised the witch to adulthood, teaching her to become an independent individual. You passed away peacefully under her watchful gaze, with no regrets in your heart】
【Simulation ended, compiling highlights】
【Calculating simulation evaluation…】
【Generating simulation rewards…】
“Am I back?”
Blinking once.
The scene before him shifted silently, transitioning from the architectural style of the magical world to the reality of the modern world. Xu Xi found himself sitting on the living room sofa.
A faint buzzing filled his head but quickly subsided. The vitality of his youthful body surged through him once more.
“No wonder so many emperors throughout history sought to regain their youth.”
“The taste of aging…”
“It’s truly unpleasant.”
Clenching his fist slightly, feeling the strength coursing through his body, Xu Xi let out a sigh.
In the magical world, he had clearly felt his body deteriorating day by day, watching himself weaken to the point where even walking became exhausting.
That feeling.
Xu Xi truly didn’t want to experience it again.
“I wonder how Krisha is doing now that the simulation has ended,” Xu Xi leaned back, his body sinking into the sofa.
He waited for the simulator to finish its calculations.
Xu Xi was worried.
After his death, would the weak, pitiful, and helpless witch be discovered by the gods in the sky, forcing her back into a life of desperate flight?
In the quiet house, Xu Xi’s thoughts were chaotic, eventually dissolving into a soft sigh.
…………
Silence.
A silence so profound it was almost surreal.
In the courtyard, inside the house, by the bedside.
Everything and everyone was enveloped in absolute stillness.
No, there was still a sound—the sound of tears falling, a tangible manifestation of despair, heavy with sorrow as they struck the ground.
It hurts…
Her heart ached…
The witch sat by the bedside, her eyes vacant and lifeless, clutching the cold, aged hand in her own, trying to warm it with her own body heat.
But it was useless, utterly futile.
The once-warm sun had lost its warmth.
The light that had brought salvation would never shine again.
His voice, his appearance, everything about him had faded into darkness, dragging the witch down into an endless abyss.
“Mentor, you lied to me…”
“The power of love isn’t infinite…”
Krisha whispered softly.
Hot tears streamed down her face, wetting her cheeks before falling onto the cold, lifeless hand.
She loved him.
Deeply.
Eternally.
But that overwhelming love, which consumed her entire being, hadn’t granted her the power to save him. She could only watch helplessly as Xu Xi passed away silently before her eyes.
All that remained was the immortal monster, sitting perfectly intact in the same spot.
Her hands trembled.
Filled with regret for her own powerlessness.
Unable to catch the falling, withering flower.
It hurt, it truly hurt, so much that her entire being cried out in anguish, hating her own weakness and insignificance.
“Mentor…”
“I will wait for you, until we meet again.”
Krisha could no longer bear the grief in her heart.
“Ah, ah… ah…” she sobbed hoarsely, her fingers clutching her despairing face, wanting to cry out loud, but her throat was too dry to produce any sound.
Only the crystalline tears continued to fall.
Forming tiny pools of light on the floor.
Gradually, as the witch’s hoarse cries echoed, the faint blank space in the center of her black-and-gold eyes began to shift and distort.
A sinister red hue emerged.
The color of blood.
The color of the heart.
The color of love.
The witch’s eyes completed their transformation, now displaying a phantom-like tricolor of black, red, and gold. An invisible, mysterious power surged within her, breaking her shackles. In an instant, she ascended from a Sanctuary Magus to a demigod.
The elements drew near, the world bent to her will, and all things bowed in goodwill.
In stark contrast to the witch was Xu Xi’s lifeless, aged body.
A gentle breeze moaned.
The body disintegrated into fine, invisible dust, crumbling before the witch’s eyes, taking with it the last remnants of hope, the last anchor.
The frail mortal body, having endured years of pressure from Sanctuary-level spiritual energy, had long since decayed beyond recognition.
Now.
It finally met its natural end.
“Mentor…” the witch murmured softly, sitting still, as if detached from the world.
Her heart was nearly dead.
But she decided to wait, as an immortal monster, to wait and search until she could meet Xu Xi again.
Until then…
“Mentor’s instructions,” Krisha muttered to herself.
She remembered the many things Xu Xi had entrusted to her before, all arrangements made for her sake.
Perhaps they would be useful, perhaps not, but the witch didn’t care. She only wanted to gather and preserve every trace of him.
The magic circle in the meditation room…
The dragonblood grass in the courtyard…
The collections in the bedroom cabinet…
The materials in the study…
The witch moved like a puppet, devoid of any extraneous thoughts, mechanically carrying out Xu Xi’s instructions one by one.
Upon entering the study, the first thing that caught her eye was a thick stack of manuscripts on the desk.
Most of them contained magic spells created by Xu Xi, as well as research on how to ascend to godhood.
Krisha gathered and organized them, about to leave when she suddenly noticed a small corner of paper protruding from the inner wall of the study, buried deep among the books.
“What’s that…”
The witch was puzzled. What kind of document would Xu Xi have hidden so deeply?
She raised her hand slightly, and an invisible spiritual force pulled out the protruding corner, extracting a few thin sheets of paper that floated before her eyes.
The handwriting was familiar.
It was undoubtedly her mentor’s, Xu Xi’s own writing.
【Failed again. The divine blockade is truly difficult to break through】
【Sigh, if only I could be like Krisha, possessing the ability to ignore the blockade】
……
【Tried again this year, failed as expected】
【My body is growing older. Even if I could break through the blockade, I wouldn’t be able to ignite the divine flame. I have to give up】
……
【Godhood, such a distant concept】
【I’m no longer capable. My body has been growing more lethargic lately. My time is running out. I must pave the way for Krisha’s future】
【This is the last thing I can do…】
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