Chapter 93: Stop Fighting, You Two

"Perhaps this is an alternative form of Reincarnation, a capability exclusive to Brother."

"Blooming the same flower in different worlds; whether it is you or me, the person we know is the same."

Xu Moli made the final conclusion.

Her tone was complex.

To her, this was a good thing, as it meant Brother remembered her completely.

But looking at the witch directly opposite her, looking at the witch she had personally sent to Brother's side, Xu Moli could not bring herself to be happy.

It was clearly she who came first…

It was clearly she who was the first…

If only she could have been more decisive…

Xu Moli suddenly fell silent.

There was both guilt over what happened back then and unease regarding how the current situation was developing.

She was somewhat unsure whether to maintain her original plan and only reunite with Brother once her true form descended.

Wavering in hesitation.

Undecided in her doubt.

In the end, Xu Moli's figure slowly dissipated before Klisa, her consciousness returning to her true form as she fell into deep, prolonged thought.

Klisa's sudden appearance had successfully interrupted the Female Immortal's original plan.

"Strange person…"

"But truly a kind person."

Standing tall in the Universe for a long time.

The witch gave this assessment.

She was an emotionally indifferent witch, a shadow that could not survive without the sun; she could not understand, nor could she identify with, Xu Moli's attitude of clearly caring yet hesitating to meet.

Now.

The mentor's trouble had been resolved, and the witch decided to continue accompanying the mentor.

"Hum—" Space trembled.

Klisa stepped forward, holding her magic wand, and the surrounding space-time shifted. When it stabilized again, she had returned from the vast Universe to Xu Xi's room.

On the bed, Xu Xi was protected within a magic barrier, sleeping soundly.

The witch gazed at that face for a long time.

As if remembering, as if recalling.

Not until the sun showed signs of rising did she take the small wooden chair and calmly vanish into the ripples of space, returning to the room Xu Xi had selected for her.

The witch did not wish to leave a bad impression on Xu Xi.

She did not want Xu Xi to see that she had snuck into the room despite being told not to enter.

"May you be well, Mentor…"

An indifferent, ethereal farewell echoed and dissipated in the air.

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Dreams are silent, like a soundless abyss.

Dreams are magnificent, possessing colorful fantasies.

Lying on the soft bed, Xu Xi's consciousness quickly sank, descending layer by layer in a blurred state until falling into a hazy, illusory dream world.

Whitish, boundless, like a huge, crooked piece of white cloud.

Is this really a dream?

Xu Xi hesitated; he felt his consciousness was very clear. Rather than dreaming, it felt more like a state of Nascent Soul Soul Emergence or meditating to commune with the world.

"What exactly is this…"

Just as Xu Xi was puzzled.

The vast, blank world, like a sea of stars, quietly emerged with color.

The colorful and mysterious dream reflected the truth of the heart, revealing a figure Xu Xi was incomparably familiar with.

Heavy snow fell.

The chill seeped into the bones.

This was winter in Blackstone City.

The pure white snowflakes were incredibly beautiful in the mouths of the rich, but when they landed on the shoulders of the poor, even the lightest touch would turn into a heavy burden.

"Brother, why haven't you returned yet…"

A small figure curled up at the doorway of the wooden hut.

Two small hands covered her mouth, constantly blowing warm air on herself, and from time to time, she would gaze toward the end of the road, as if waiting for something.

Even though the tip of her nose was frozen numb.

Xu Xi was stunned: "Mo Li?"

He subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to help that petite figure brush off the snowflakes.

But this action.

caused the dream to change.

With the wave of his palm, the five-year-old girl grew rapidly, transforming into the sickly appearance of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, lying alone on the bed in the Immortal Cave.

Her eyes were listless, filled with tears, as if she had lost all hope.

"I'm sorry, Brother…"

"It was Mo Li who dragged you down…"

The scene before his eyes.

Seemed to be content from within the simulation world, from Xu Moli's perspective, which Xu Xi had not known about.

At that time, Xu Xi was still searching for medicine in the outside world. The sickly girl woke up alone in the Immortal Cave, and facing the empty, cold room, as well as the weakness within her body, she fell into deep self-reproach.

Feeling that she had dragged Xu Xi down.

"It's okay," Xu Xi responded softly, even though he knew this was a dream that would have no feedback.

Then, the dream continued to change.

Clouds surged, changing the world.

This time, what appeared was no longer the scene of Xu Moli, but the story of the grey-silver-haired witch walking the world alone after Xu Xi reached the end of his life.

She walked in the corners of the world, and the corners of the world stored her story.

Like a ghost.

Forgotten.

Walking alone toward the unknown.

"Mentor, what exactly should I do…" The bewildered witch looked up at the sky; the sun was scorching, but it was not the witch's sun.

She was at a loss, not knowing where to go.

In Xu Xi's silence, the Klisa in the dream began to attempt to relive the shared memories she had with Xu Xi.

She had once dominated the Dragon species of the world, cultivating a pile of colorful dragon blood grass.

She had once traveled the ocean alone, watching the illusory rainbow descend, but unable to touch it.

She had briefly settled in a small city, and in a house with only herself, she filled it with Xu Xi's daily necessities, creating the illusion that Xu Xi was still alive.

And attempted to do some things that might be praised by Xu Xi.

"Mentor, look."

"I can also use chopsticks very well now…"

"It won't fall casually like before…"

At the quiet dining table.

The witch's fingers were no longer clumsy; she skillfully used the chopsticks to pick up a piece of Demonic Beast meat and placed it into the empty bowl opposite her.

The sunlight cast down heartlessly.

Yet it brought no warmth to the witch.

She could only paralyze herself through this deception, providing herself with the motivation to keep moving forward.

"Mo Li, Klisa…"

The dream projected the past.

In the real world, Xu Xi had already reunited with the witch and was confident in his sister's safety.

But facing such images, his heart would still be touched.

The simulation was real.

The experiences existed.

The stories between people create unique emotions.

These are unforgettable.

However, just as Xu Xi was feeling sentimental about it, the dream's imagery surged again, and images of both Xu Moli and Klisa appeared simultaneously.

Not their childhood period, nor the time of the simulation.

But the absolute.

The posture of powerhouses after the two simulations ended.

"Huh?" Xu Xi was stunned, as he saw his sister and student in the image engaging in a fierce battle, causing stars to explode and space to collapse.

The more they fought, the fiercer it became, with quite the trend of destroying the entire Universe.

"Stop fighting, you two, stop fighting!"

Xu Xi in the dream wanted to stop them.

But the fluctuations of the battle were too turbulent, directly swallowing him up completely.

The image shattered.

Dizziness struck.

In the slightly glaring morning sunlight, Xu Xi opened his eyes, his expression slightly weary:

"Was it really a dream?"

"However, given my current Realm, I shouldn't be having such strange dreams. Could it be some kind of premonition?"