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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
