The night was eerily silent.
Not the usual kind of quiet.
A chilling killing intent suddenly permeated the air, freezing even time and space.
The vast expanse of the starry sky ceased its rotation, the flowing rivers of light came to a standstill, everything returned to zero, and all things paused.
"So it's like this after all..."
The voice of the witch was calm and indifferent.
She bore a great deal of the killing intent.
Yet, her expression remained impassive, showing no signs of being affected.
Her enchanting eyes, glistening with a thin layer of moisture in the dim night, first glanced at Xu Xi, who was sound asleep, then turned to the cold-faced female sword immortal.
The intense killing intent emanating from the other party further confirmed Krisha's suspicions.
"The person you've been waiting for is the same as mine."
Once could be considered a coincidence, but twice practically confirmed the truth.
The aura emanating from the Eternal Tear and the Sugar Jar had long made Krisha aware that her mentor seemed to have some inexplicable connection with the "kind-hearted person."
Competition? Possession? Declaring sovereignty?
Krisha didn't delve that deeply into it.
The reason she stayed in Xu Xi's room was more out of a desire to protect him.
After all, Krisha knew nothing about the female sword immortal's identity and couldn't determine whether she harbored ill intentions, which was why she kept watch here.
Beyond that, Krisha also wanted to understand the relationship between the female sword immortal and Xu Xi.
She was—
Just a little curious.
"Can we talk?" In the silent bedroom, Krisha slowly rose from the wooden chair, her long hair flowing as she extended an invitation to Xu Moli, who stood by the window.
Crack! Crack!
The response to the witch was the sharp, ear-piercing sound of space shattering.
The killing intent had solidified into a tangible force, relentlessly pressing against the space around Krisha, causing it to fracture inch by inch.
"There's nothing for us to talk about."
Xu Moli's expression grew even colder.
She could hardly believe what she was seeing.
The "pitiful person" she had kindly helped was actually sharing a room with her brother.
If things had progressed this far while she was present, she didn't even dare to imagine what might have happened when she wasn't around!
"Screech!!!"
The sword's shrill cry echoed, avoiding Xu Xi's bed and precisely slashing toward Krisha.
"Troublesome..."
Krisha blocked the attack, her small face filled with great confusion, unable to comprehend why the other party couldn't calmly discuss things.
When she had helped her before, she had been so warm-hearted.
But now, her ferocity—
Even surpassed that of the proud dragon race.
In her frustration, a lesson from Xu Xi resurfaced in Krisha's mind.
"Krisha, remember, if words fail, force is also a good option."
The "Xu Xi Dragon Taming Method."
Krisha had always kept this in mind.
She felt that the current situation was perfect for applying this method.
Thus, Krisha, holding her staff, tilted her head slightly and issued this invitation to the female sword immortal: "Shall we fight?"
Xu Moli laughed.
It was a laugh of exasperation.
She decided to question Krisha later about why she knew her brother. For now, she simply wanted to defeat this arrogant Supreme God who didn't know her place.
"Let's fight!"
Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, smooth as a waterfall, her jade-like fingers gripping a blood-stained wooden sword.
With a tearing sound, the space within the room was forcefully severed.
The female immortal and the witch, two fragments of eternal supremacy, rushed into the spatial rift, teleporting to an infinitely distant starry battlefield.
"Boom! Boom!"
The sea of stars was overturned, the laws of the universe collapsed.
A dazzling and awe-inspiring sword light briefly illuminated the boundless dark cosmos.
Millions of stars were split in two.
The surging Milky Way was severed.
"Is this what the mentor called the Path of Immortality?" Krisha stood amidst the dark stars, her staff striking the cosmic void beneath her feet.
Life emerged, and all phenomena were born.
The power of time accelerated everything, eroding the awe-inspiring sword light with an inconceivable infinity.
Then, Krisha stepped forward, twisting all phenomena into nothingness.
"Destruction."
No flashy names.
No elaborate rituals.
The witch's words became law, and the stars shattered in a brilliant display, a force of annihilation targeting the very concept of Xu Moli's existence, aiming to obliterate her at her core.
"Manipulating creation, shifting the stars."
Xu Moli's gaze grew even colder.
She raised her index finger, sweeping it horizontally from left to right, the layers of time and space around her shattering, the fundamental laws of physics twisting and distorting, the constellations rearranging.
This was the ultimate art of life and death.
In an instant, billions of stars were destroyed in the aftermath.
But in the next moment, the shattered starry sea was restored by both Xu Moli and Krisha.
Though this wasn't Earth, it existed in the same universe, and if the battle grew too intense, it might cause unforeseen consequences.
In truth, the female immortal and the witch were already holding back.
In the endless chaos, their true forms calmly observed each other, only using fragments of their consciousness to determine the outcome. Otherwise, it wouldn't just be billions of stars affected, but billions of dimensional realms.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The cold and desolate dark universe.
Today, it was exceptionally dazzling, filled with the sparks of exploding stars.
Explosions, restorations, and then more explosions.
This peculiar spectacle repeated in a cycle, forming an ultimate cosmic wonder, deeply shocking any fortunate observers who witnessed such divine power.
After an unknown period of fighting, both Xu Moli and Krisha realized they couldn't defeat each other.
After restoring the stars one last time, they simultaneously stopped, a silent agreement between them.
"Who are you, really?" Xu Moli frowned, repeating the question she had asked when they first met.
When they had encountered each other in the chaos, she had naively thought they were kindred spirits, but now it seemed things were far more complicated.
"I am Krisha Christina."
"The only disciple of my mentor."
The witch stood amidst the dazzling stars, answering in a calm tone.
This answer clearly shocked Xu Moli.
Her usually icy eyes flickered with unmistakable surprise. She never expected that this Supreme God from another dimension would be her brother's disciple.
Wait.
Was this even logical?
A cultivator of the Path of Immortality teaching a God of Magic? Was that even possible?
Before Xu Moli could make sense of it, Krisha posed her own question: "And you, what is your relationship with the mentor?"
The witch's gaze remained steady.
The answer from the female immortal also took her by surprise.
"I am Xu Moli, the mentor's... younger sister."
What?
The mentor, who was considered the strongest below the gods, possessing peak-level strength in the Holy Domain, actually had a sister who was a Supreme Immortal?
Was this for real?
The two eternal supremes stood in the silent cosmos.
Their eyes widened slightly, staring at each other, both seeing the disbelief in the other's gaze.
They couldn't help but share a similar thought.
"Does the mentor really only have one disciple?"
"Does the mentor really only have one sister?"
Suddenly, the tension between the two supremes dissipated entirely.
In its place was a long, contemplative silence.