Krisha and Xu Moli

In the living room.

Krisha, expressionless, explained to Xu Xi the matter of Earth's ascension.

Long ago, when the Witch first discovered Earth, the planet had already entered a state of supernatural emergence.

The Witch's role was more about accelerating the process, aiming to expand Earth to a level capable of sustaining her.

"Please rest assured," Krisha said, summoning her wand.

The wand's material was utterly ordinary.

It remained the same as when Xu Xi had gifted it to Krisha years ago.

Yet, within its supreme authority, the "Gray Rekindling" had carved out an eternal spacetime. All worlds that had become nourishment for Earth now housed their inhabitants peacefully within it.

Only a very few, deemed by the Witch to have special purposes or unwilling to reside within the wand's spacetime, were exceptions.

Such as a certain red dragon.

It would descend to Earth alongside fragments of the magical world, becoming part of the era of spiritual resurgence.

"This..."

Xu Xi reclined on the living room sofa, sinking into it, his mind overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information.

The good news: his Witch wasn't the mastermind.

The bad news: his Witch was an accomplice.

Recently, the frequent appearances of magical realm ruins on Earth were almost all Krisha's doing, personally inserting them into the planet.

"This is... complicated," Xu Xi muttered, at a loss for words.

To say the appearance of these ruins was bad? They had greatly advanced human development, with civilization progressing at an unprecedented pace.

To say it was good? They had indeed brought some upheaval, causing unnecessary chaos and conflict.

"However, overall, it's indeed a good thing."

Xu Xi closed his eyes, reflecting on the overall changes humanity had undergone in recent years.

In the past, humans would kill and injure countless in internal strife.

Now, humanity had become more united, directing their focus toward supernatural calamities and the realm ruins.

Beyond that.

The spiritual energy of cultivation, the elements of magic, the vital energy of martial arts, the intellect of sci-fi mechs—all these incredible forms of knowledge had sparked a new technological explosion among humans.

Once-fatal diseases now had cures, and a stagnant civilization had regained its vitality.

There was even the possibility of ascending to immortality or godhood.

Compared to these benefits, the supernatural calamities experienced in the past five or six years seemed almost insignificant.

After much contemplation, Xu Xi ultimately did not halt the Witch's ascension efforts.

The Witch had handled things well.

The beings gladly accepted the protection of the supreme deity, with only the empty remnants of worlds and the corpses of gods being absorbed into Earth.

Good for you, good for me, good for everyone.

A complete victory!

"Still, on some future day, if Earth truly grows to a point where it can accommodate Krisha's descent, what kind of spectacle would that be?"

Xu Xi indulged in a brief fantasy, marveling at such a future.

Perhaps, at that time, Earth would truly become the brightest star among the myriad realms.

Xu Xi finished his cup of hot tea, exhaling deeply.

Today.

The Witch had brought him too many shocks.

Xu Xi felt it might take him several days to fully accept and digest these astonishing truths.

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"Goodnight, Krisha."

Night had fallen, and it was time to part ways.

After washing up.

Xu Xi bid Krisha farewell, preparing to return to his room to rest. Unexpectedly, Krisha followed closely behind him.

The night was silent, the courtyard soundless, and the Witch's footsteps almost overlapped with Xu Xi's.

The moonlight was pure, as white and smooth as jade.

In the dimly lit corridor, Krisha remained quiet, taking a step forward whenever Xu Xi did.

Inseparable.

"Krisha, aren't you going back to your room?" Xu Xi asked, puzzled.

He knew that for a deity like Krisha, sleep was unnecessary, but was it really necessary to follow him around 24/7?

Krisha stopped in her tracks, her silver-gray hair swaying like a flowing waterfall of hidden light.

"I must protect you."

Perhaps feeling her words were too abrupt.

She added, "At least for tonight, please allow me to do so."

Xu Xi couldn't help but laugh. He hadn't expected a casual remark from earlier in the day to be taken so seriously by the Witch.

Gazing at her calm yet earnest expression.

Xu Xi thought for a moment before declining, "It's alright, Krisha. With my current strength, there's nothing on Earth that poses a threat to me."

"Not necessarily, Mentor..."

Krisha murmured softly.

As if hinting at something.

Xu Xi shook his head with a smile, thinking Krisha simply didn't understand his trump card, the true value of the Eternal Tear.

Joking aside, he was invincible below the level of an Immortal Emperor, and above that, there was Krisha.

Xu Xi truly couldn't think of anything on this small Earth that could threaten him.

"Krisha, thank you for your kindness."

"But I really don't need protection."

Xu Xi smiled and urged the Witch to leave.

He entered his room alone.

He hadn't practiced cultivation today, but after meeting Krisha, his brain had absorbed too much information, leaving him mentally exhausted.

Thus, upon returning to his bedroom, Xu Xi immediately collapsed onto the bed.

Sinking into a deep slumber.

"..."

The night enveloped the sky, streetlights casting their steady glow. The night in the real world was far noisier than in the magical realm.

The crescent moon gently brushed the edge of the Milky Way.

Sprinkling faint light onto the Earth's surface.

For many young people, this was the time when the real nightlife began.

The faint sounds of chatter and music drifted from the city center.

Mingling with some unknown upbeat tune.

What should have been a noisy scene only added to the loneliness of the silent night.

Without Xu Xi noticing, a faint ripple of space appeared in the bedroom, and by the time it settled, Krisha was already seated in the corner of the room.

Just like before, just like in a simulation.

Sitting quietly on a small wooden chair.

By the bedside, expressionless, gazing at Xu Xi's sleeping face.

Krisha was familiar—extremely familiar—with Xu Xi's face, but it had been a long time since she had seen him in his younger days.

She sat in silence, her eyes flickering slightly, as if trying to etch this moment into eternity.

"Mentor..."

Krisha whispered under the moonlight.

Why did she call out?

She herself didn't know, but for some reason, her heart longed to call out to this returned salvation, over and over again.

However, Krisha hadn't forgotten the true purpose of her vigil in Xu Xi's room tonight.

"Elder brother..."

Equally silent.

Equally invisible.

Unlike the Witch who had appeared openly during the day, this visitor was filled with timidity, daring only to arrive in the dead of night.

Her eyes were fixed solely on Xu Xi, her voice trembling with boundless attachment and guilt. But in the next moment, she realized there was someone else in the room—someone who shouldn't have been there.