It has been found.
There is no longer any need to wait.
Whether it is the loneliness of autumn or the biting cold of winter, all the hardships will eventually fade away with the passage of time.
The warm sun has returned, and the immortal monster has regained its color.
"Mentor..."
"I have finally... waited for you..."
The surface of chaos rippled and fluctuated, as eternity converged and returned to unity, symbolizing the beginning of all things and the end of all phenomena.
It bore witness to the passage of time, to the witch's wait, which was so long it could not be measured.
And now.
The supreme witch has awakened from her eternal slumber.
Her silvery-gray, flowing hair swayed in the chaotic currents, brushing past the shadows of time and her calm face, silently conveying intense emotions.
What kind of emotions were they?
Joy? Love? Anticipation?
Krisha did not know.
All she knew was that the dim shadows must return to the light, and the lost items must return to their owner's hands. Only then, and only in this way, would they hold any value to continue existing.
"Please wait a little longer. I will arrive soon."
In the silent chaos, the witch's soft voice echoed.
The witch departed.
Her figure traversed infinite distances of time and space, breaking through the barriers of different multiverses, to seek the returning "light."
"*Cough cough*!"
On the way to the capital.
The sky was azure, and the wind was fierce. Xu Xi rode atop a red dragon, flying towards the location of the Supernatural United Bureau.
But suddenly.
Xu Xi began to cough violently and shivered.
"Strange, why do I have this ominous feeling?" After calming his breathing, Xu Xi was puzzled. Could it be that a new supernatural calamity was about to descend?
It shouldn’t be.
With his current strength, dealing with ordinary supernatural beings was as easy as child's play.
Unless the enemy that crossed over was a god or immortal whose power completely surpassed that of mortals. If that were the case, then feeling uneasy would be normal.
"However, I feel like it's something else."
"Strange..."
"What could it be..."
"It couldn’t just be my body wanting to cough, could it?"
Xu Xi fell into deep thought, searching his memories for any oversights or unnoticed details.
But after checking multiple times.
Xu Xi found nothing suspicious.
The mixed weapon of a flying sword and a magic wand had already been conceptualized in his mind.
The corresponding raw materials were all ready, except for a trip to the Supernatural United Bureau to complete the trade.
His combat power and cultivation level were also steadily improving.
Xu Xi frowned slightly, extending his spiritual sense into his storage ring to inspect its contents.
When he saw the large amount of dragon blood.
Xu Xi suddenly realized.
"I almost forgot. I was so focused on preparing the dragon blood that I neglected to prepare the grass seeds."
"Ordinary grass seeds wouldn’t be able to withstand the dragon blood’s nourishing effects. Luckily, the Supernatural United Bureau is well-stocked. I’ll pick up some grass seeds while I’m there."
Xu Xi let out a sigh of relief, his mind now at ease.
"Whoosh—!"
"Whoosh—!"
With Rex Santos’s vigorous flying, it carried Xu Xi at breakneck speed, its massive dragon wings casting a huge and heavy shadow on the ground below.
As they skimmed past treetops, the forest seemed to churn.
As they traversed mountains, dust and stones flew everywhere.
Such speed.
Far surpassed the biological limits known to humans and easily outmatched modern weapons.
Before long, the outline of the capital came into view.
A fusion of the supernatural and technology, where ancient and modern overlapped. Skyscrapers intertwined with flying spirit pavilions, sword-riding cultivators flew side by side with modern fighter jets, and martial arts masters engaged in close combat with Western fantasy beasts.
The most developed supernatural economy.
The most abundant supernatural resources.
A large number of sustainable dimensional rifts.
All of these together shaped the capital’s prosperity and the absolute authority of the Supernatural United Bureau.
"It’s far more spectacular than what I saw on TV."
Xu Xi stood atop the red dragon’s head, looking down at the city below. He could clearly see that the capital had far more supernatural beings than Yanshan City.
And the quality was top-notch as well.
"As expected of the capital, the home of the Supernatural United Bureau."
"Back in the day, I would have been envious of such a scene."
Xu Xi sighed with emotion.
Before obtaining the simulator, his goals were not lofty. He simply wanted to cure his legs and embark on an exciting adventure.
But before he knew it.
Xu Xi had, through diligent simulated cultivation, become one of the top-tier powerhouses that everyone admired.
The thrilling adventures he once fantasized about now seemed like child’s play.
Only the magically enhanced modern weapons, such as the Holy Light Gatling, Heavenly Thunder Sniper Rifle, Xuanwu Heavy Tank, and Wyvern Fighter Jets, could slightly catch Xu Xi’s attention.
But even then, only just.
The gap in power and the disparity in supernatural levels were too vast.
Xu Xi felt no threat from these items, only curiosity about their design and admiration for the craftsmanship of their creators.
"Speaking of which."
"Rex, why did you choose to join the Supernatural United Bureau?"
Xu Xi looked down at the ferocious dragon head beneath his feet.
From what he knew of dragons, these treasure-obsessed lizards preferred to take by force rather than be hired by humans.
"Of course, it’s for peace and justice!"
"...Tell the truth."
A light tap, charging up.
"Alright, I was defeated," Rex Santos quickly admitted, honestly recounting his experience.
Just as Xu Xi had guessed.
After crossing over to the real world’s China, Rex’s first thought was to plunder, then to claim territory and become a tyrannical dragon lord.
In the dragon’s worldview, this was perfectly normal.
The strong rule, the mighty dominate. If I’m stronger than you, I should rule over you.
But Rex was quickly subdued.
At the Saint level, he was defeated in a single move by an old man with white hair, who wielded a sword with ease.
"That was definitely a true god!" Rex Santos said solemnly. It wasn’t that he was weak, but that the enemy was simply too strong.
A Saint losing to a god? That’s not embarrassing!
"A god, huh..."
By now, Xu Xi and Rex were getting closer to the Supernatural United Bureau.
Looking at the magnificent building, Xu Xi stood atop the dragon’s head, narrowing his eyes. "Perhaps, that wasn’t a god, but a Sword Immortal."
Gods and True Immortals are beings of the same level of greatness.
From Rex’s description.
Wielding a sword and dressed in Taoist robes, it was far more likely to be an immortal.
It was just that Rex, limited by his knowledge, only recognized gods, so he mistook a True Immortal for one.
"This is quite unexpected."
"I didn’t expect there to be a True Immortal in the real world."
"No wonder the real world’s order has remained stable for so long despite the supernatural outbreak. It turns out the Supernatural United Bureau has a True Immortal backing them."
"Did the humans of the real world inherit this power?"
"Or did an immortal from another world willingly lend their aid?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
