Chapter 95:

The simulator panel continued to refresh. The abilities derived from the Supreme Crown were demonstrating their unrivaled power in every aspect.

[The Supreme Crown]: The eternal lifespan is synchronized once a day, granting the wearer infinite and eternal life. It cannot be destroyed, dispelled, or revoked; even the God of Death cannot take this gift away.

Time and space perception refreshes once a day, granting the wearer 24 hours of time-space talent. The wearer can manipulate and understand the power of time and space without limitations of knowledge or race.

Absolute immunity refreshes once a day, nullifying attacks below the level of great divine power.

The eternal supreme favor ensures that when the wearer ascends, they will ignite the divine fire, condense divinity, and become a true god with all powers permitted by the Supreme God, guaranteed at 100%.

[Requirements for use]: His only, His everything.

“Ah? Am I relying on others again?” Xu Xi blinked.

It suddenly dawned on him why the scene before him felt so familiar. Krisha’s act of presenting the Supreme Crown mirrored his sister’s gesture when she gifted the Eternal Teardrop.

What’s more, the Supreme Crown’s abilities even exceeded those of the Eternal Teardrop by one or two bonuses. It wasn’t a significant difference, but it was noticeable.

The glowing artifact, condensed from concepts and authority, shimmered like a phantom necklace compressed from countless fragments of starlight. It rested in Xu Xi’s palm, connecting countless small worlds. Through it, he faintly sensed the presence of an immeasurable magnitude.

“The Supreme Crown… It isn’t shaped by the heavens and the world; rather, it governs them.” Xu Xi murmured to himself.

Feeling the vast power within the necklace, Xu Xi couldn’t help but marvel.

Ever since Krisha returned, one shock after another had been delivered. In just two days, Xu Xi experienced multiple earth-shattering revelations.

“Master, this is my reward,” Krisha said softly.

Sitting upright with her cold, indifferent expression, her delicate face rivaled the brilliance of the sun.

Xu Xi understood her meaning.

The ocean-blue necklace she once received was now returned to him in the form of the Supreme Crown. This was the most precious gift the witch could imagine and offer.

“Thank you, Krisha. I truly like this gift.” Under her gaze, Xu Xi noticed the subtle nervousness in her usually emotionless demeanor. He smiled gently.

Would an emotionally detached witch feel anxious about whether her gift would be accepted?

Her hesitation reflected in her clear eyes, which followed every movement Xu Xi made until he finally put on the necklace.

“It’s an excellent gift, Krisha. It’s incredibly helpful.” His warm, broad palm gently patted her head, brushing away her unease.

Krisha’s worries were unnecessary. How could he ever refuse a gift from her?

First, it represented her sincere feelings.

Second, Xu Xi had already accepted his sister’s “soft rice,” so why would he reject his disciple’s?

“I’ve walked on thin ice my entire life. All my magical achievements have been through sheer effort.” Xu Xi sighed. He extended his right hand, and with a flicker of spatial fluctuations, the glass of water in the living room vanished and reappeared in his hand.

Space magic, mastered in an instant!

The Supreme Crown’s time-space perception and the tenfold amplification of time-space cultivation had contributed to this miraculous feat.

“Soft rice… is truly delicious,” Xu Xi concluded with a faint smile. Krisha blinked in confusion, not understanding his remark, but she could see he was satisfied with her gift, which lifted her mood.

After breakfast, Krisha resumed cleaning the courtyard, moving with her characteristic precision and rhythm. Although she could have completed the task effortlessly with a thought, she chose to do it manually, just as she would in the magical world.

Meanwhile, Xu Xi entered the study room.

The bookshelves, bathed in sunlight, displayed intricate wood grain patterns. Thick ancient books on magic and Taoist cultivation filled the shelves, each protected by a spirit-sealing barrier to prevent decay. Navigating through the narrow passage, Xu Xi reached his large desk, cluttered with manuscripts and crumpled notes.

Sitting down, he retrieved the Eternal Teardrop and the Supreme Crown, comparing the two artifacts.

“My sister’s gift and my disciple’s gift both provide a tenfold boost to their respective attributes,” Xu Xi noted. “But the most significant change is the time-space talent and the guarantee of becoming a god.

“The former paves the way from pseudo-omnipotence to true omnipotence. While I’ve grasped the basics of space magic, time magic remains challenging and will require more effort.” He paused. “As for becoming a god, this solves the issue of future progression entirely. All I need to do is refine my mental power and naturally reach the bottleneck of godhood.”

Shifting his focus to the Eternal Teardrop, Xu Xi contemplated the mysterious presence behind it. “What is Mo Li up to these days?”

In the past, Xu Xi had assumed his sister had traveled to another world, leaving only the Eternal Teardrop to accompany the ruins of the world. However, Krisha’s inability to achieve godhood made him question this assumption.

He vividly recalled a peculiar sensation shortly after obtaining the Eternal Teardrop during his second simulation. At the time, he dismissed it as a fleeting illusion, finding no evidence of anything unusual. But now, reflecting on it, he suspected it might have been a similar experience to what he faced today.

Staring at the light-red crystal in his palm, Xu Xi muttered, “Back then, it wasn’t about becoming a god but an immortal… Mo Li might have been by my side all along. I just didn’t realize it and mistakenly thought she was in another world.”

Xu Xi’s thoughts wandered to the strange dream he had the previous night. He had been puzzling over the conflict between his sister and his disciple. Now, it seemed clear. Whether they were fighting or forming alliances, the reason Mo Li interacted with Krisha could only be Xu Xi himself. Mo Li must have been observing him and the people around him.

“But if that’s the case, why won’t she reveal herself?” In the silent study, Xu Xi fell into deep contemplation.