"Brother, soon..."
"In a little while..."
"Xu Moli will return to your side."
Her soft whisper carried boundless affection.
Already surpassing the realm of an Immortal Emperor, having achieved transcendence, her cold and ethereal figure exuded an otherworldly immortal aura, possessing the most perfect Dao foundation. She gazed down upon the flow of time, quietly observing the changes of the ages.
She lightly raised her hand.
With a casual flick.
The worlds she had shattered fell one by one in order, merging into the ever-expanding azure planet.
In this process, some fragments of the worlds still retained their instincts, attempting to resist.
But Xu Moli suppressed them once more.
"A world without my brother holds no value," she declared, sealing the threads of causality with a single thought. All the world fragments obediently merged into the depths of Earth.
How many times had she done something like this?
Xu Moli didn’t keep count.
Ordinary small worlds were like pebbles on the roadside to her—commonplace and utterly worthless, only fit to serve as nourishment for her brother’s world.
The only one she remembered was the time she severed the Immortal Realm.
The Immortal Realm was too vast, and Xu Moli had to exert a bit more strength.
The outcome was good.
The Heavenly Dao and the fundamental laws of the Immortal Realm were sealed by Xu Moli, and now they were slowly being fed to Earth, nurturing the birth of a planetary will and elevating its rank.
Xu Moli sought to transform Earth into a second Immortal Realm through this method.
That way, she might be able to descend in her true form.
"Boom! Boom!"
The chaos rumbled, and time itself came to a halt.
Her jade-like hand, stained with blood, wielded a dark wooden sword as it once again traveled upstream along the River of Time, plucking a great world from the endless droplets of worlds and shattering it.
Xu Moli repeated this action over and over.
Seemingly tireless.
World after world was shattered by her, their inhabitants and all, cast into the depths of Earth, forming various Boundary Ruins.
In this process, most living beings fled, falling into other droplets of worlds within the River of Time.
Xu Moli did not stop them.
Her main target was the fragments of the worlds.
Those who escaped—whether cultivators or demonic beasts—Xu Moli paid no mind to them.
Her entire being, her sole thought, was to return to her brother’s side.
The heavens trembled.
The myriad worlds quaked.
Xu Moli walked against the flow of time on the River of Time, traversing the chaos of space-time. After an immeasurable period, her steps suddenly halted.
Her brows furrowed, and her deep eyes flickered with surprise.
Xu Moli saw something utterly bizarre.
Ahead of her, on the other end of the River of Time, a figure as majestic as her own emerged.
From a mortal’s perspective, it was a young girl with long silver-gray hair.
From Xu Moli’s perspective, it was the embodiment of the supreme dominion over countless laws.
Symbolizing the beginning of all things.
Representing the end of all existence.
"This is..." Xu Moli had never been arrogant enough to believe she was the sole supreme being in the boundless chaos.
Still, she never imagined she would encounter someone like this, in such a setting, doing the same thing as her.
*Ding—*
A gentle tap.
The silver-haired witch, her expression indifferent, held an ordinary staff as she calmly walked through the chaotic currents, traversing the barriers of infinity and multiplicity, tapping and causing magic worlds to fall.
Her technique was exceptionally refined, or perhaps the authority she wielded was too sublime.
Each tap.
Each fall.
It was less like the witch actively causing destruction and more like the worlds willingly shattered themselves.
The beings within were either transferred into the staff’s inner space or drifted along with the shattered worlds, merging into Earth through a peculiar spatial transference.
On the surface, this fusion was far more delicate and intricate than Xu Moli’s methods.
For some reason.
Xu Moli felt a faint sense of inferiority.
The pristine and untainted immortal maiden was not swayed by such emotions. What concerned her more was the other’s purpose: "Who are you?"
Xu Moli’s brother was her bottom line.
Since her brother was on Earth, indirectly, Earth was also her bottom line.
Xu Moli could not accept that a being of equal strength had set her sights on Earth.
"Me...?"
The chaos echoed with her voice.
A simple sound that stirred countless ripples.
As if only now noticing Xu Moli’s presence, the witch looked up. Her face was exquisite, yet devoid of expression, radiating an indescribable divine aura as the elements of earth, wind, fire, and water continuously created and destroyed themselves around her.
Xu Moli silently gripped the hilt of her sword.
Prepared to fight at any moment.
However.
The other’s response made Xu Moli lower her killing intent, leaving her even more puzzled.
"I’m... looking for someone..."
"I want... very much... to be with..."
Her fragmented words were calm and unemotional, yet anyone could sense the suppressed emotions and profound longing within them.
The immortal maiden was stunned: "Could it be that you too...?"
Krisha tilted her head: "Too?"
In that moment, in that instant.
The immortal maiden and the witch seemed to understand why the other was here, for their thoughts and actions were one and the same.
But were they waiting for the same person?
The immortal maiden cautiously asked who Krisha was waiting for.
Both were supreme beings of equal strength.
Xu Moli could not penetrate the other’s causality, nor could she trace the other’s timeline. She could only faintly sense that Krisha was the eternal supreme being of another multiverse.
Krisha replied: "My mentor, my salvation, my sun, the one who taught me the light of humanity."
Xu Moli understood. The person Krisha was waiting for was not the same as the one she was waiting for.
Her brother was a cultivator.
He had died before her eyes.
The person Krisha spoke of was clearly a mage from another time and space, someone with an inseparable bond to the witch.
It was merely a coincidence that both supreme beings were waiting for someone on Earth.
Thinking this.
The immortal maiden let go of her wariness.
Returning to her previous calm demeanor, she walked alone through the ages, stepping across the heavens, selecting suitable cultivation worlds.
Perhaps out of sympathy for the witch, feeling a sense of shared sorrow.
Before leaving.
Before venturing to a more distant place.
The immortal maiden kindly suggested that Krisha could project her consciousness to accompany her loved one, even if her true form could not descend.
"Why don’t you use it?" Krisha asked, her calm eyes filled with confusion.
"I..." Xu Moli fell silent for a moment, ultimately saying nothing and leaving alone.
She still couldn’t let go of the guilt from the past.
She believed she was the one who had caused her brother’s death.
The witch watched the figure growing ever more distant, sensing that the other harbored secrets. But that was none of her concern. The witch only wished to project her consciousness and return to her mentor’s side.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
