The water flowed gently, and the bamboo leaves swayed in the wind. The erald-green spiritual bamboo stretched high into the clouds, its layered leaves brushing against each other, casting a dance of mottled light and shadow in the sunlight.
This was a realm created by immortals and the residence of Li Wanshou.
At a stone table beneath the towering bamboo, the thin old man sat alone. When Xu Xi entered, Li Wanshou raised his white eyebrows slightly and said, “You’re doing well, so why are you here bothering your master?”
Xu Xi smiled and sat across from him. “Of course, I’m here to wish you a Happy New Year.”
The old man snorted, his expression filled with disdain. He muttered sothing about how immortals didn’t need to celebrate mortal festivals and how Xu Xi should focus on cultivation. But his deanor softened when Xu Xi brought out his New Year’s gift—a batch of specially cultivated dragon blood tea.
Though he tried to maintain an air of indifference, the corners of Li Wanshou’s mouth twitched into a faint smile.
“Master, this is spiritual tea I prepared for you,” Xu Xi said, presenting the gift.
“Ahem, well, I suppose I’ll accept it,” the old man replied, coughing lightly and pretending to be nonchalant. With a flick of his sleeve, he summoned invisible immortal energy that transford into water and fire, quickly brewing the dragon blood tea.
In monts, two steaming cups of tea appeared on the stone table. Without unnecessary formalities, they each took a cup and began to drink.
Above them, bamboo leaves ford a canopy, blocking out the noise of the outside world and leaving only the pure sound of the wind rustling through the greenery.
In this rare mont of peace, Xu Xi and Li Wanshou chatted. As master and disciple, they exchanged updates about their lives and discussed cultivation insights.
Li Wanshou nodded approvingly. “Not bad, not bad. You’ve inherited the spirit of your Master.”
“Well, I still have a lot to learn compared to you,” Xu Xi replied with a smile, fully aware that his Master’s cultivation progress largely relied on the elixirs provided by Xu Moli.
As their conversation shifted, they discussed the changes on Earth, the ongoing expansion of its boundaries, and the increasingly frequent appearance of boundary ruins.
“Master, do you plan to remain the director of the Extraordinary Control Bureau?” Xu Xi asked, pouring himself another cup of tea.
Li Wanshou sighed, stroking his beard. “No, I’m afraid the original world of immortal cultivation has changed beyond recognition. It may not even exist anymore.”
Ever since encountering Xu Moli in the real world, Li Wanshou had suspected that his cherished holand had been irreversibly altered, possibly fragnted by his disciple’s sister. Though Moli had targeted demonic cultivators and left other beings unhard, the realization still shook him.
The old man then revealed his plan: to rebuild the Heavenly Sword Sect on Earth.
“This world is becoming extraordinary, brimming with the aura of being the ancestor of all heavens and the origin of all worlds,” he said with determination. “When I rebuild the Heavenly Sword Sect, the position of sect leader will be yours!”
Li Wanshou’s eyes shone brightly as he spoke, but Xu Xi politely declined the offer. “I appreciate your kindness, but I’m not suited for such a role. Perhaps so of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples who ca to Earth can take up the mantle.”
Li Wanshou was unimpressed. He puffed out his beard and glared. “Foolish! If you beco the sect leader and we work together with the governnt here, the Heavenly Sword Sect could achieve new heights of glory!”
Xu Xi chuckled, knowing his Master’s intentions were good. Still, he had no interest in the position or the power that ca with it.
“After all,” he thought to himself, “I’m perfectly content living as I am.”
He drank another cup of dragon blood tea and considered visiting the red dragon to reward its contributions to cultivating the tea. Perhaps with proper motivation, the red dragon could produce even better-quality dragon blood.
“I’ll stop by later,” Xu Xi decided. “I hope Moli and Krisha aren’t too impatient waiting for at ho.”
…
anwhile, outside the universe, the boundless chaos of creation stretched endlessly. Within it, worlds, planes, and stars drifted, sinking and rising in cycles of order and disorder.
An eternal supre will governed this chaos, halting ti at will, extracting valuable worlds, and either assimilating or destroying them. These unimaginable feats reshaped the cosmos, integrating fragnts into the blue Earth.
Only other eternal Supres could witness this terrifying scene.
Suddenly, amidst the harmonious actions of two Supres, a third presence erged—a new supre will walking leisurely through the void.
“This world is not bad—big enough, too,” the newcor remarked casually. “Oh, and that one over there might interest soone I know.”
It was a fla, a fire that consud everything. It symbolized death and rebirth, endlessly cycling between life and destruction. The intensity of this fla was such that it nearly evaporated the river of ti, drawing the attention of the other two Supres.
“Who are you?” ca a voice, cutting through the barriers of space and ti to reach Wu Yingxue’s soul.
The princess didn’t respond imdiately, her eyes narrowing as she studied the two figures before her. Though unfamiliar, their auras felt eerily familiar, as if she had encountered them in traces within Xu Xi’s belongings.
“I see…” Wu Yingxue murmured. “Sir must have encountered these two by chance and absorbed their power.”
She couldn’t decipher the exact connection between them and Xu Xi, but it was evident they were deeply intertwined.
This realization filled her with dread.
“This is the worst-case scenario I feared,” she thought.
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