The filthy civilization needs to be cleansed.
The tainted starry sky needs to be purified.
The chaotic universe needs to be reshaped.
The Judge and the Executioner, the ultimate terror whispered across the multiverse, are here to bring about this reckoning.
"Master..."
"This starry sky still seems... too filthy..."
"But I... can no longer wait..."
In the chaotic dimensions of time and space,
A war of unprecedented scale is unfolding.
Endless starlight adorns every dimensional string, their faint tremors and subtle plucks altering the very fabric of the universe.
Countless civilizations are plunged into despair.
There is no winning. Victory is impossible.
The adversary transcends infinity, rises above all possibilities, and disregards the order of the universe. They are the true pinnacle of existence.
Omniscient and omnipotent.
Converging into one.
They are the very essence of time and space.
How could anyone hope to defeat such an opponent?
And indeed, the outcome is as expected.
"Pop—" Like the bursting of a bubble, the coalition of countless predator civilizations vanishes in an instant, erased from existence itself.
Her hair, shimmering with hints of gold amidst the black, flows gracefully and magnificently.
The Supreme Arbiter halts her conquest.
Her calm silver-blue eyes, swirling with the brilliance of galaxies, gaze toward the distant chaos beyond.
She can no longer wait.
She cannot wait any longer.
Not even for a second. Her loyal mechanical servant refuses to delay further.
She has sensed it—the warmth of her master's return, now entangled in indescribable danger.
"I must... I must save my master..." Ailei steps forward, her soft toes pressing against the fabric of spacetime. Each step creates ripples, clear and distinct.
These are the tidal waves of time and space, born from the collision of universes and dimensions.
"Praise the Supreme Arbiter. Praise the Father of Ten Thousand Machines."
Within the tides, orderly and benevolent civilizations watch with reverence as the mechanical servant shatters spacetime and departs.
...
Beijing.
Supernatural United Bureau.
Archives Room.
Xu Xi gently closes the last document. "Then, that's it for today."
Returning the documents to their place, Xu Xi scans the room to ensure nothing has been overlooked before preparing to leave Beijing.
The records on the first Spiritual Energy Revival are fewer than expected.
Xu Xi spent only a few hours memorizing the relevant content and some potentially useful information.
"From the documents alone, there isn't much valuable information. Aside from the emergence of the supernatural system and the formation of the Boundary Ruins, there isn't anything more significant."
"In that case..."
"I'll have to find time to visit the sites of past supernatural disasters and investigate them myself."
Xu Xi ponders as he steps out of the Supernatural United Bureau.
Within the range of his spiritual perception, he senses the red dragon resting, lounging comfortably amidst mountains of gold and silver, its wings playfully swatting at jewels.
Should he greet it?
Xu Xi decides against it.
Letting the red dragon rest more is beneficial for its cyclical development.
"Let's just go home," Xu Xi chuckles, shaking his head. He doesn't disturb the dragon's lazy moment and instead takes a light step, teleporting across vast distances.
In the blink of an eye,
The scenery transforms into the courtyard of Yanshan City.
"Mentor..."
On an autumn afternoon, sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, dappling the stone path of the courtyard—a gentle caress from the passage of time.
The witch, in the midst of her meditation training, pauses her movements.
With an adorable, slightly dazed expression, she greets Xu Xi, clutching the gray rekindling staff he had gifted her.
But then,
Her small nose twitches as she sniffs the air.
Tilting her head, the witch's enchanting yet hollow eyes fixate on Xu Xi. "Mentor, the scent on you has grown stronger..."
Scent?
Before Xu Xi can respond, the witch tightens her grip on the staff.
"Please rest assured, I will protect you and keep all evil at bay," the witch declares solemnly, her silvery-gray hair swaying with her movements, adding an air of mystery to her demeanor.
Gazing at her serene and earnest face,
Xu Xi finds himself unable to refuse.
He still doesn't understand the source of Krisha's vigilance.
Nor does he know what kind of enemy would warrant such caution from an eternal supreme being.
Xu Xi thinks it's likely just Krisha being overly cautious.
But he doesn't reject her goodwill, instead gently ruffling her silvery-gray hair and choosing to trust her. "Then I'll leave it to you, Krisha."
Strangely,
As soon as he speaks, Xu Xi feels the autumn courtyard grow colder than usual. A few withered leaves fall, trembling as they drift to the ground.
"The weather really is unpredictable these days."
Xu Xi glances at the overcast sky but doesn't dwell on it. After bidding farewell to the witch, he heads straight to the study in the corner of the courtyard.
Record.
Compare.
Seek the truth.
After Earth's ascension, its original geography changed. Finding the initial site of the Spiritual Energy Revival will take some time.
Oddly, as Xu Xi immerses himself in his work,
The once tranquil courtyard seems to buzz with activity.
His younger sister, as usual, is busy with her duties of severing boundaries.
The witch, in between household chores, carves out time for meditation training, ever vigilant against potential dangers.
Even the usually lazy princess, Wu Yingxue, becomes unusually serious.
Sometimes pacing with her hands behind her back, other times shaking her head.
She seems to be anticipating something.
Occasionally, Wu Yingxue would enter the study to observe Xu Xi's comparative work, joining him in searching for the origin of the Spiritual Energy Revival.
"Sir, what's the point of doing this?"
"Well... there might be one, or there might not be."
Faced with the princess's curious inquiry,
Xu Xi first nods, then shakes his head.
The truth about the Spiritual Energy Revival isn't something that must be known. After all, Earth's transformation is irreversible, and several supreme beings ensure its safety.
Xu Xi's pursuit is driven more by curiosity and a desire to stay occupied.
Additionally, Xu Xi suspects that
The origin of the Spiritual Energy Revival might be connected to the Life Simulator he possesses.
Both are equally mysterious and multifaceted, their states strikingly similar.
"Let's head back, Yingxue."
"Alright~~~"
The playful Miss Wu giggles, pushing Xu Xi from behind as they make their way home.
Their method of returning is somewhat peculiar.
With each step, the barriers of spacetime are torn apart by sheer force, creating a dazzling passage between two points, splashes of brilliance and shattering dimensions.
As a result, Miss Wu earns a light flick on the forehead from Mr. Xu.
"Next time, keep it quieter. What if you cause a spacetime disturbance?"
"Understood, Sir."
The princess readily admits her mistake,
But her overly eager demeanor suggests she's likely to repeat it.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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