Long Time No See, Ah Niu

“Could it be the world from the third simulation?”

In the bedroom of his new home in the courtyard.

The window framed the scene, and the sunlight swept across the room like a brush, evenly coating everything in a golden glow.

Xu Xi sat in a wooden chair, checking messages on his phone from Supernatural Home.

As Earth expanded, Supernatural Home, in addition to being a trading platform, gradually began to serve as a place to provide information on Boundary Ruins locations. Whenever a new Boundary Ruins appeared, it would automatically notify all supernatural beings.

Right now, Xu Xi's attention was captivated by the latest Boundary Ruins that had emerged.

This Boundary Ruins was extraordinarily massive, emerging from the void and abruptly integrating into a wilderness of barren mountains and desolate wilderness, carrying an aura of perilous martial energy that could awe countless beings.

Supernatural beings from the Supernatural United Bureau tried to approach it.

But in a split second, they were crushed by an overwhelming, abyss-like terror.

Thus, this martial-style Boundary Ruins was classified as an extremely dangerous category, and all personnel were evacuated, leaving the investigation to the elites at the headquarters.

“Martial-style Boundary Ruins are already rare.”

“Now that one has appeared, it might just be the world from the simulation.”

Xu Xi slowly stood up.

He was filled with curiosity and anticipation for this new Boundary Ruins.

If this Boundary Ruins came from the martial world of the third simulation, it would be excellent, as he might gain some insights.

Even if it wasn’t, he could still eliminate the threat to prevent the Boundary Ruins from harming the real world.

After considering it, Xu Xi felt it was necessary for him to go.

“Then, it’s decided,” Xu Xi raised his hand, and a weapon of sacred wood, both like a sword and a staff, was lightly held in his palm.

A gift from a witch, it possessed the supreme authority of space and time, and now it glowed with light.

Xu Xi gripped the staff.

Gently tapped the floor.

Space rippled rapidly, swallowing and enveloping him, and when he reappeared, he was already in the suburban area of Yanshan City.

“Let me see, the location of the Boundary Ruins is…”

“So it’s in this direction.”

Xu Xi closed his eyes slightly.

The composite domain of his holy realm, along with his unparalleled supernatural mental strength, spread rapidly and with extreme speed.

Continuously adjusting the drop point of space magic.

“Swish!… Swish swish!… Swish swish swish!”

A strange scene appeared.

The azure sky, clear and empty, had someone walking upon it, each step spanning vast distances, treating the blue skies and white clouds as mere nothingness.

This repeated multiple times.

Continuing to adjust, continuously positioning.

By the time Xu Xi stopped, he was already standing in front of an unfamiliar barren mountain.

He saw it, a massive Boundary Ruins standing at the foot of the mountain, vast and expansive, even more colossal than the battlefield of Heavenly Sword Sect he had once seen.

But—

Xu Xi did not feel the otherworldly pressure described on the Supernatural Home website.

“What exactly is hidden here?”

The Boundary Ruins was immense, covered in ochre.

At first glance, it resembled the ancient concept of “round heaven and square earth” from historical texts, covered by a semi-circular layer of brownish-yellow sand, revealing a stretch of yellow sky.

After a rough inspection, Xu Xi concluded:

“Just the intensity of the flying sand on the surface is equivalent to an attack above the Yuan Ying stage. No wonder ordinary supernatural beings from the Supernatural United Bureau couldn’t approach it.”

“As for the so-called pressure.”

“It was likely a misjudgement by lower-level cultivators due to their lack of experience with the power of heaven and earth.”

Xu Xi began to walk.

After witnessing the wondrous Boundary Ruins, his curiosity deepened.

Curious about what kind of world this Boundary Ruins originated from.

“Rustle—”

“Rustle—”

The power of his domain, as Xu Xi stepped forward, gradually penetrated deeper into the Boundary Ruins, parting the roaring sand like a pathway.

A passageway emerged.

Exclusive to Xu Xi.

However, Xu Xi had just stepped into it, not fully entering the Boundary Ruins interior.

Something astonishing happened.

The exterior of the Boundary Ruins, the sandstorm used for protection, disintegrated upon his arrival, revealing the true scene within.

It was a hauntingly familiar, dilapidated town streaked with blood.

At the same time, a thick crowd emerged from the town, forming a crowded and bustling throng, moving towards Xu Xi.

The leader wasn’t tall or imposing, nor was he handsome.

On the contrary, he looked rather mediocre.

His face, tanned by the sun, had a naive and simple air, typical of a peasant, yet he carried an elderly woman on his back.

“Mom, we’re almost there!”

“Little Sage Wu said that Brother Xu is nearby!”

The naive man spoke with extreme excitement.

The old woman on his back patted his head.

“Niu, always listen to Brother Xu’s words, he is a star spirit from heaven, descended to save us.”

“Hehe, Mom, I’ll definitely listen to Brother Xu.”

Niu chuckled, his appearance wasn’t very clever.

Behind him, the dense crowd, old and young, male and female, carried on conversations that were surprisingly similar.

All mentioning “Mr. Xu the Elder” and “Little Sage Wu.”

Xu Xi recognized them.

He recognized those simple, yet regret-filled faces.

There were citizens of Qingniu Town, refugees from the Beg-for-Life Army, and all those who just wanted to live.

They were pitiful, spending their entire lives just trying to survive, yet never truly living. Throughout their lives, the number of times they had eaten their fill could be counted on both hands.

But now, regret was no longer regret.

Those who had passed away were now brought back to life.

Xu Xi smiled, a genuinely happy smile, and the people emerging from the Boundary Ruins also truly saw Xu Xi.

“Brother Xu! Mr. Xu! Elder Xu!”

They called out with various titles.

Their faces full of joy.

The leader even rushed forward rapidly, carrying his elderly mother, and eagerly reached Xu Xi.

“Long time no see, Niu.”

“Long time no see, Aunt Zhang.”

Xu Xi gently patted Niu’s shoulder, seeing the man’s face redden like a blazing sunset from excitement.

That was excitement.

And a tearful joy.

“Brother Xu, I, I missed you so much,” the simple man stammered, glistening tears streaming down his face, looking foolishly clumsy but genuine.

“It’s okay, Niu, I’m right here.”

Xu Xi softly reassured.

He thought he probably understood why this Boundary Ruins, and the people who had once died, had appeared on Earth.

There was only one person capable of such a thing.

Only one person with a reason to do it.

“Is it Ying Xue?” Xu Xi stated his conjecture with certainty.

Just as Xu Xi was about to say more to comfort the people of the Beg-for-Life Army and those who had once perished, a roar of rage thundered from the sky.

“Dragon God be praised!”

“I!”

“Leksanthosis Astard Nitharial Acronoglydia Kakarot!”

“Will bring the wrath of the dragons!”

“Kneel and beg for mercy, scum from another world!”

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