Chapter 93:

“Perhaps this is a unique kind of reincarnation, a gift that belongs only to my brother,” Xu Moli finally said.

Her tone was filled with complexity.

For her, it was a bittersweet revelation—a confirmation that her brother remembered her completely.

But when her gaze landed on the witch standing before her, the one she had personally sent to her brother, her heart sank.

She had been there first…

If only she had been more decisive back then…

The realization weighed heavily on her, and Xu Moli fell into a conflicted silence.

Regret for the past mingled with unease about the present.

Should she continue with her original plan and wait for her true self to reunite with her brother? Or should she change her course?

The hesitation overwhelmed her.

Finally, Xu Moli’s figure faded away, her consciousness retreating to her body, leaving her lost in thought.

Krisha’s sudden arrival had disrupted the fairy’s carefully laid plans.

“Strange people…” Krisha murmured to herself, watching Xu Moli’s departure.

“But she is indeed a kind person.”

For a long time, the witch stood alone in the vastness of the universe, her thoughts swirling.

She was someone with indifferent emotions, a shadow dependent on the sun for survival.

Xu Moli’s hesitant and reserved demeanor puzzled her—it was so different from her own.

Now that her mentor’s immediate troubles had been resolved, the witch made a decision: she would continue to stay by her mentor’s side.

The universe trembled with a faint hum.

Krisha took a step forward, her wand in hand, and the surrounding space shifted.

When the ripples of time and space settled, she found herself back in Xu Xi’s room.

On the bed, Xu Xi lay sound asleep, protected by a magic circle.

Krisha stood silently, gazing at his face for a long time, as if trying to commit every detail to memory.

She stayed there until the first signs of sunrise. Only then did she quietly take the small wooden chair she had been sitting on, disappear into the folds of space, and return to the room Xu Xi had chosen for her.

The witch didn’t want to leave a bad impression on her master.

She didn’t want Xu Xi to find out she had snuck into his room without permission.

“May you rest well, Master…” she whispered softly, her voice vanishing into the dawn.

…

Dreams are silent, a vast and quiet abyss.

Dreams are colorful, a boundless sea of swirling hues.

As Xu Xi lay on the soft bed, his consciousness drifted deeper and deeper, until he found himself in a hazy dreamscape.

The world around him was white and boundless, like an endless expanse of clouds.

“Is this really a dream?” Xu Xi wondered.

He felt too lucid, too aware. It was more like his Nascent Soul had left his body and was meditating, communicating with the universe.

“What is this place?” he muttered.

Before he could make sense of it, the blank expanse began to change.

Colors emerged, swirling and merging, and soon a familiar figure materialized before him.

It was snowing heavily.

The cold bit through the air, sharp and unrelenting.

It was winter in Black Rock City.

A small figure huddled at the door of a wooden house, blowing on her hands to keep warm.

She looked up toward the distant road with hopeful eyes, waiting for someone to return.

“Brother, why haven’t you come back yet…”

Her voice trembled with cold.

“Mo Li?” Xu Xi whispered, his heart aching at the sight.

He reached out his hands instinctively, wanting to brush the snow from her shoulders.

But as his hand moved, the scene shifted.

The little girl grew older, becoming a frail teenager lying on a bed in a dim cave.

Her eyes were dull, filled with tears of guilt and despair.

“I’m sorry, Brother…”

“It’s my fault… I’m dragging you down…”

Xu Xi watched in silence, recognizing the scene as a memory from one of the simulated worlds.

At that time, he had been out searching for medicine, leaving Xu Moli alone in the cave.

“It’s okay,” Xu Xi said softly, even though he knew his words couldn’t reach her.

The dream shifted again.

Clouds swirled, and the setting changed.

This time, it was Krisha’s story.

The witch wandered the world alone after Xu Xi’s death, her footsteps echoing through forgotten corners of existence.

She filled her days with small, hollow gestures—taming dragons, planting vibrant dragon blood grass, and collecting mundane items in an attempt to recreate the life she once had with her mentor.

“Master, look.”

“I can use chopsticks now. I won’t drop them anymore…”

At a lonely dinner table, the witch picked up a piece of monster meat with practiced precision and placed it in an empty bowl across from her.

The sunlight streaming in was indifferent, offering no warmth.

Krisha smiled faintly, using these small deceptions to keep moving forward.

“Moli, Krisha…”

Dreams projected their pasts, weaving fragments of their lives together.

Xu Xi, watching these scenes, felt his heart ache despite knowing his sister and his student were safe in the real world.

The simulation was real. The emotions were real.

These were stories that left indelible marks, impossible to forget.

But then the dream shifted again.

This time, Xu Moli and Krisha appeared together.

Not as children or as struggling figures from the simulations, but as the powerful beings they had become.

The two clashed fiercely, their battle shaking the stars and collapsing space.

The more they fought, the more destructive their power became, threatening to tear the universe apart.

“Stop fighting! Don’t fight anymore!”

Xu Xi tried to intervene, but the chaotic energy swallowed him whole.

The dream shattered.

Dazed, Xu Xi opened his eyes to the soft light of morning.

He stared at the ceiling, his face etched with fatigue.

“Was that really just a dream?” he murmured.

“But with my current state, I shouldn’t have such strange dreams. Could this be some kind of omen?”