The Swordswoman's Prideful Lifetime

Fortunately,

Servia quickly clarified the situation.

It was just an ordinary ring, devoid of any special significance.

Hearing this, the tense atmosphere in the room eased.

"Then, may I pass now?"

In the chaos,

the River of Time surged endlessly, giving birth to countless dimensional worlds. Yet Servia's gaze remained fixed solely on the Earth's universe behind the few Supreme Beings.

She could sense it—

the person who mattered was inside.

All she needed was to enter, and the minute hand would finally catch up to the hour hand, completing their long-awaited reunion.

However, neither the Witch, the Mechanical Servant, nor the Princess showed any intention of stepping aside.

"Is this some kind of test?" Servia frowned, standing atop the River of Time as her world-saving deeds manifested as extensions of truth, reshaping the chaotic order.

The auras of the Supreme Beings clashed.

The confrontation was imminent.

Space and time flickered between existence and oblivion, the boundless Sea of Realms evaporating in an instant before surging back even more violently.

"If you wish to see it that way, then so be it," Wu Yingxue smirked, condensing three thousand great worlds into a single spear gripped in her right hand.

It was the embodiment of "One,"

and the manifestation of "All."

A single swing could sever eternity.

A single thrust could birth myriad realms.

This time, the Princess was determined to erase the shame of her past defeat. Last time, the Mechanical Servant had slipped past her—she refused to let it happen again.

Go, Wu Yingxue!

Confident, the girl gathered infinite cosmic truths at the tip of her spear, ready to strike with thunderous force and claim victory in this battle of interception.

Yet,

unexpected events always arrive abruptly.

Just as everyone believed an inevitable battle was about to erupt, a sudden disturbance erupted from the Earth's universe behind them.

"How... my projection?!"

Her movements froze.

Wu Yingxue's expression twisted in shock.

In that instant, the consciousness projections she, the Witch, and the Mechanical Servant had left on Earth had been violently severed by an overwhelming force.

The perpetrator made no effort to hide their identity.

"Xu Moli?!"

The three Supreme Beings turned their gaze backward, only to realize the Sword Fairy's true form had already vanished.

She—

had outpaced them all.

At the most unexpected moment,

her true self had entered Earth ahead of everyone else.

"Moli?"

"Mn, brother, I'm back."

"Moli, have you seen Krisha and the others?"

"Hmm... I haven't. Maybe they're busy with something."

Earth, Yanshan City.

Sunlight filtered through the brick railings, slanting onto the upturned eaves, fractured by dense foliage into scattered flecks of gold.

A few ladybugs crawled across the grass and leaves before taking flight from the garden's flower beds.

It was unexpected.

Xu Xi, resting in the courtyard,

suddenly witnessed his sister's return.

She stood bathed in golden light, smiling brightly as she announced her homecoming.

"Brother~~~"

Xu Moli giggled,

dashing behind Xu Xi and wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing against his back just as she had in childhood.

"What's got you so happy, Moli?"

"Because from today onward, I can stay by your side forever. That's why I'm happy."

Xu Xi chuckled. "Haven't you always been able to?"

The girl shook her head. "The past is the past. Now is different."

For a Supreme Being,

projections carried tangible sensations.

But no matter how real they felt, a projection was still just a projection—it could never satisfy the yearning in her heart.

Finally,

at this very moment,

the parched fields of her heart were quenched with sweetness, blossoming into joy.

"Brother," her jade-like arms crossed over Xu Xi's chest, her voice tender yet tinged with nervous excitement.

"The Moli today isn't a projection."

Not a projection?

Then what could it be?

Xu Xi was puzzled, about to ask, when a possibility struck him—one that should have taken much longer to realize.

"Moli, is this your true form?"

"Mhm."

The girl hummed playfully, stubbornly clinging to him. "Brother only noticed now? Too late, too late~~"

In a triumphant tone, Xu Moli explained how she had managed to enter Earth faster than the others.

The greatest credit belonged to Earth's perfect fusion with fragments of the Immortal Realm,

along with numerous other cultivation-based worlds.

The laws of the Dao of Immortality had solidified ahead of other cosmic principles, allowing Earth itself to better withstand Xu Moli's supreme existence.

"Brother, aren't I clever?"

Summer light spilled across the ground,

its rippling fragments faintly illuminating Xu Moli's face, glossing over every casually omitted detail.

Her clear eyes reflected the summer glow, devoid of exhaustion or hardship—only her brother's visage shining within them.

She spoke nothing of the time she had sacrificed,

only cheerfully seeking praise from Xu Xi.

Because it didn't matter.

What mattered was that she had outpaced them all, standing by her brother's side, savoring this happiness alone.

That was enough. More than enough.

Xu Xi gave her the response she longed for.

Though surprised, his smile remained as gentle as ever. "Yes, Moli is very clever. Honestly, you gave me quite a scare today."

Had Xu Moli not revealed the truth herself,

Xu Xi would never have imagined his sister appearing before him in her true form—a Supreme Being's full existence.

That Earth and the universe hadn't shattered under her presence was nothing short of astonishing.

So this is Moli's true self... In the summer heat, Xu Xi turned, beholding a flawless beauty—a flower in full bloom, radiant for one alone.

For some reason,

across the vast expanse of time,

Xu Xi's mind superimposed the image of his frail younger sister from years past with the peerless being before him, merging into something even more real.

Real in its brilliance.

Real in its tenderness.

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking... my Moli seems to have grown up."

Xu Xi smiled, lifting his free hand to rest atop his sister's head, ruffling her hair with gentle affection.

Withered flowers would eventually revive.

Wilted leaves would bud anew with spring.

A broken ending had been beautifully mended.

"Brother, I'm not a child anymore," the girl protested.

"Moli, since your true form can enter now, does that mean you won't need to sever realms anymore?"

"Mn, brother."

"Is there anything you'd like to do then?"

"Well, there is one thing..."

Xu Moli reached out, catching the golden summer light in her palm—warm, yet not as comforting as the broad hand atop her head.

There was no need to sever realms now.

She had been the fastest, the first.

And that meant, as the victor, she could claim a little reward from her brother, couldn't she?