"Life... it withers away in the blink of an eye."
In the autumn breeze, a withered sea of flowers swayed and struggled.
Petals continuously fell from the branches, tumbling slowly in the wind, sometimes pausing, sometimes flying far away, drifting toward places even they themselves could not foresee.
Xu Xi watched this scene, feeling the unique melancholy and loneliness of autumn.
He extended his finger.
Precisely catching a petal.
"The flowers in Wagge City are indeed more fragrant than those in Allenson City. Is it because the Nature Goddess and the Goddess of Life are widely worshipped here?"
"However, when it comes to the moment of withering, they are remarkably consistent."
Even the most delicate flowers will eventually wither.
The fresh green leaves will also turn yellow and fall.
The vast majority of life in this world is fleeting and hurried. Though humans may live longer, compared to the eternal gods, they are ultimately insignificant.
Like a drop of water splashed from a mighty river.
Tiny, humble, and easily overlooked.
Xu Xi had little desire for longevity. In fact, even if the simulation ended now, he felt it would be worth it.
Since the simulation began, he had mastered many abilities and knowledge, including but not limited to magic usage, elemental control, spiritual power application, magical device crafting, mystical observation, and the combined use of multiple elements.
The number of world elements Xu Xi had control over exceeded a dozen, encompassing even life and death.
Only time and space remained beyond his reach.
Were such achievements and gains not abundant enough?
Moreover.
Xu Xi was only 27 years old, still far from the true end of his lifespan.
Before the simulation truly concluded, his gains would continue to grow.
Therefore, regarding lifespan, Xu Xi was quite open-minded. He never lamented the finite lives of mortals. What truly concerned him was the immortal witch.
Could she live alone after he was gone?
Would she be devastated by his absence?
On countless nights spent gazing at the moon, the man had pondered these questions more than once.
"Mentor."
A sudden call interrupted Xu Xi's thoughts.
His fingers instinctively loosened, and the half-withered petal flew away, brushing past his cheek, grazing the bridge of his nose, before finally landing on the soil that had nurtured its growth.
"What is it, Krisha?"
Xu Xi turned around.
Before him stood the witch, her appearance still that of a 17-year-old. Her silvery-gray hair had grown even more lustrous, cascading like light down her back.
A few strands fell softly against her collarbone, accentuating her fair skin with a hint of allure.
Eternal youth had bestowed upon the witch an undiminished beauty.
Xu Xi thought.
This should be considered a good thing.
However, Krisha herself harbored deep unease about it, fearing the unknown changes it might bring.
"Mentor, I... don't want to be like this."
Her limited life experience left Krisha unable to comprehend the meaning of immortality. All she knew was that she had become different from her mentor.
This was absolutely unacceptable.
This was utterly impermissible.
A witch's entire existence was dedicated to drawing closer to the "sun." How could she allow such a divergence?
Seeing Krisha so unsettled, Xu Xi comforted her, "It's alright, Krisha. Immortality isn't a bad thing. In this world, many people dream of it."
The girl was somewhat bewildered. "So... it's actually a good thing?"
Xu Xi fell silent.
Unlike before, he did not immediately answer the witch's question.
He raised his head, gazing at the sky, watching as birds swooped down toward the treetops, their precise and graceful movements weaving through the gaps, soaring magnificently in the sunlight.
"It's neither good nor bad, I suppose."
Xu Xi gave an ambiguous answer.
The journey ahead was still long. The witch could experience it herself and define the value of immortality.
...
[Krisha felt uneasy about her transformation. She vaguely sensed that the distance between her and you was gradually widening.]
[Despite your repeated reassurances, this unease showed no signs of fading.]
[The witch began to redouble her efforts.]
[The witch's strength improved.]
[The witch's household skills improved.]
[Krisha tirelessly strove to excel in every aspect, hoping to draw closer to you.]
[You found it both amusing and touching. One afternoon, you lightly tapped Krisha's head, telling her not to overthink things and to simply live each day to the fullest.]
[Krisha heeded your words, and her busy demeanor softened slightly.]
[In the fourteenth year of the simulation, you were 28, and Krisha was 20, though she still maintained the appearance of a 17-year-old.]
[From this year onward, Krisha began to consciously reduce her outings. Eternal life had granted her an unchanging appearance, but her mental growth continued.]
[The witch realized that her unchanged appearance over three years had sparked some discussion among those around her.]
[Thus, she chose to limit her outings to avoid drawing attention to you.]
The cultivation world had pills to preserve youth.
The magical world naturally had similar items.
Such as the blessings of the Goddess of Beauty or the life-spring water that slowed aging.
However, even these extraordinary items could not achieve true eternal youth.
They merely slowed the process to a near-imperceptible pace, while internally, the body's organs continued to age and decay.
Krisha was different.
She was truly immortal, truly unchanging, her time forever frozen at the age of 17.
Ordinary people might struggle to discern the difference.
But for mages, their highly sensitive spiritual power allowed them to instantly recognize the distinction between immortality and mere preservation of appearance, revealing Krisha's non-human nature.
After all.
What ordinary person could live forever?
In the shared understanding of the magical world, only gods and a rare few long-lived species could achieve such a feat.
To avoid trouble, to prevent conflict, and to preserve Xu Xi's peaceful life, Krisha chose to remain within the courtyard, no longer venturing out for errands as she once had.
This routine continued for two months.
Watching the witch still diligently perform her chores, practice magic with unwavering determination, and sweep the fallen leaves in the courtyard.
Xu Xi made a decision.
"Krisha, let's prepare to move to another city."
The sudden announcement clearly took the witch by surprise. Her usually calm and composed expression now bore a rare look of confusion.
"Why... would you make such a decision?"
Krisha asked in bewilderment.
Xu Xi did not conceal his reasoning, answering gently, "Moving to another city where no one knows you or me will allow you to go out again, Krisha."
"But," Krisha was even more perplexed. She looked at Xu Xi, her tone sincere as she suggested, "You don't need to do this."
The witch had little interest in going out to begin with.
Every action, every effort, was solely for the purpose of better serving her master.
Even if she were confined to the courtyard for the rest of her life.
She would only feel contentment.
Thus, Krisha genuinely believed that Xu Xi had no reason to uproot their lives and leave the home they had worked so hard to establish, all for her sake.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
