“Brother, it’s almost ti…”
“In just a little while…”
“Mo Li can co back to you.”
The soft whispers carried boundless longing.
A cold figure, transcending the Immortal Emperor and stepping into the realm of the absolute, stood in the chaos. Her presence exuded an ethereal charm, embodying the perfect foundation of the Dao. With serene eyes, she gazed down at the river of ti, observing its endless currents.
Raising her pale, jade-like hand, she made a simple gesture.
Fragnted worlds, severed by her hand, began to align and rge into the gradually evolving blue planet.
During the process, so fragnts resisted, clinging to their instincts.
But Xu Moli suppressed them effortlessly.
“A world without my brother holds no aning,” she declared.
With her will, she severed all cause and effect, fusing the fragnts into the Earth.
How many tis had she done this?
Xu Moli no longer kept track.
To her, small worlds were like pebbles scattered along the roadside—common, insignificant, and only useful as nourishnt for her brother’s world.
The only ti that lingered in her mory was when she severed the fairy world. Its imnse size had required her to exert slightly more strength. The outco had been satisfactory.
She sealed the Heavenly Dao and primal laws of the fairy world, feeding them into the Earth to foster the planet’s will and elevate its status. Xu Moli intended to transform Earth into a second fairyland—a place where she could bring her true form.
Boom! Boom!
The chaos trembled, and ti itself stood still.
Her jade-like hand, holding a bloodstained and darkened wooden sword, traced the long river of ti. She effortlessly plucked a vast world from its droplets and shattered it.
Over and over, Xu Moli repeated this action, seemingly tireless. Entire worlds were obliterated and, along with their inhabitants, integrated into Earth to form new world ruins.
Most beings managed to escape, finding refuge in other droplets along the river of ti.
Xu Moli paid them no mind.
Her focus was solely on the world fragnts, the only things that mattered to her in her relentless pursuit to reunite with her brother.
…
The heavens quaked, and the worlds shuddered.
Xu Moli moved upstream against the river of ti, traversing the boundless chaos. Suddenly, her steps faltered.
Her brows furrowed, and her deep, piercing gaze filled with surprise.
Before her, at the opposite end of the temporal stream, erged a figure as magnificent as herself.
From a mortal’s perspective, it was a girl with long, gray-silver hair.
From Xu Moli’s perspective, it was the embodint of supre law.
It symbolized the genesis of all things and the inevitable return to the void.
“What is this…” Xu Moli murmured, stunned.
She had never considered herself the sole supre being within the vast chaos. Yet, she had not anticipated encountering soone of her caliber, especially here and now.
Tap.
The gray-silver-haired witch advanced calmly, her expression indifferent. Holding an ordinary wand, she navigated the turbulence of chaos, dismantling magical worlds with a serene precision.
Her thods were extraordinarily refined, or perhaps it was the sheer nobility of her power.
Each motion.
Each strike.
It was less that the witch destroyed the worlds and more that the worlds surrendered to her, willingly breaking apart.
So of the beings within were absorbed into the dinsions of her wand, while others drifted away, eventually rging into Earth through mysterious transfers of ti and space.
Her work seed far more delicate and ticulous than Xu Moli’s.
For a mont, Xu Moli felt… inadequate.
The white-clad fairy remained composed. Her concern lay not in comparison but in understanding the other’s intentions. “Who are you?”
To Xu Moli, the Xu family was her bottom line.
Because of this, the Earth itself beca her sacred boundary. She could not accept the idea of another being of equal strength targeting her brother’s world.
“I…?”
In the chaos, the witch’s voice echoed faintly. A simple word rippled through the infinite void.
Noticing Xu Moli for the first ti, the witch raised her head. Her face was delicate yet expressionless, radiating an indescribable divinity. Earth, wind, water, and fire seed to perpetually create and destroy around her.
Xu Moli gripped her sword’s hilt tightly, prepared for confrontation.
But the witch’s calm response extinguished her hostility, replacing it with bewildernt.
“I’m… looking for soone…”
“I just… really want to… be with them…”
The voice was steady, yet it carried profound emotion—an intense yearning hidden beneath layers of restraint.
“You too?” Xu Moli asked, astonished.
Krisha tilted her head slightly. “Yes?”
In that instant, the fairy and the witch understood one another.
Though their thods and purposes differed, both sought the sa thing.
Both searched for soone dear.
“Who is it you’re waiting for?” Xu Moli inquired cautiously. As equals, she could not trace the witch’s causality or tiline, sensing only that the other was the eternal sovereign of her diverse worlds.
“My master, my salvation, my sun… the light that taught what it ans to be human,” the witch replied.
Xu Moli imdiately realized that their quests were not for the sa person.
Her brother was a cultivator who had passed before her eyes.
The witch, on the other hand, awaited a magician from another realm—soone deeply connected to her.
It was rely coincidence that both individuals resided on Earth.
Understanding this, Xu Moli lowered her guard.
Returning to her usual indifferent deanor, she resud her journey through ti, seeking suitable worlds for cultivation.
Perhaps out of a shared empathy for the witch, Xu Moli offered a parting suggestion before vanishing into the distance.
“If your true form cannot yet co, you can project your consciousness to accompany them,” she said.
The witch’s calm eyes revealed confusion. “Why don’t you do that?”
Xu Moli hesitated before responding, her voice faint.
“I…”
She trailed off, offering no explanation as she departed.
Her guilt weighed heavily, a knot tied tightly in her heart.
She believed she had hard her brother, and that belief kept her from fully embracing her own desires.
The witch silently watched her leave, sensing the untold pain within her.
But the secrets of the fairy had nothing to do with the witch.
Turning her focus inward, Krisha resolved to project her consciousness, determined to return to the side of her Master.
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