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.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.
