[You have completed a complete simulation] [Your life is like a brilliant meteor, although short, but it leaves a bright enough trace] [You are a Sanctuary Mage who is proficient in multiple elements. You have unparalleled comprehensiveness in elemental attainments. You are a true elemental master] [You are proficient in the communication methods of the dragon clan and are a rare person that the dragon clan respects] [You have in-depth insights and superb skills in many fields and are the most knowledgeable mortal in the world] [You successfully raised the witch and taught her to become an independent person. You died under the witch's gaze with no regrets] [The simulation ends and starts to count the highlights] [Simulation evaluation calculation...] [Simulation reward generation...] "Are you back?"
Eyes open and close. The scene in front of him changed silently, from the architectural style of the magic world to the real world, and Xu Xi himself was sitting on the sofa in the living room. There was a slight buzzing in his head, but it soon returned to normal, and the vitality brought by the young body filled his body again. "No wonder there are so many emperors in history who always want to regain their youth." "The taste of aging..." "It's really uncomfortable." Clenching his fists slightly, feeling the power surging in his body, Xu Xi exhaled a breath of foul air. When he was in the magic world, he could clearly feel that his body functions were getting worse day by day, and he was so weak that he would feel tired even when walking. That feeling. Xu Xi really didn't want to experience it a second time. "I don't know how Krisa is doing after the simulation is over," Xu Xi lay back and slumped on the sofa. Waiting for the simulator to settle. Xu Xi was a little worried. After his death, would the weak, pitiful and helpless witch be discovered by the gods in the sky, and return to a helpless life of escape again? In the quiet house, Xu Xi's thoughts were a little messy, and finally turned into a sigh. ………… Quiet. Unbelievably quiet. In the courtyard, in the house, by the bed in the bedroom.
Everything and everything fell into absolute silence. No, there was still a sound, that was the sound of tears dripping, the embodiment of despair, and the deep sadness that fell to the ground. It hurts... My heart hurts... The witch sat on the bedside in a daze, holding the old hand that had long been cold with both hands, trying to warm it with her body temperature. But it was useless, completely useless. The once warm sun no longer had temperature. The light that once brought salvation would never appear again. His voice, his appearance, everything about him, all became dim from then on, and the witch fell into the bottomless abyss with him. "Teacher, you lied to me..." "The power of love is not infinite at all..." Krisa whispered softly. Hot tears kept falling, wetting her cheeks, and finally dripping on the cold old hand. She loved. Deeply loved. Eternal love for Xu Xi. However, the love that was so strong that it occupied her whole body and mind did not give the witch the power to save everything. She could only watch Xu Xi die silently in front of her. In the end, only the immortal monster was left, still sitting there intact. His hands were shaking. He kept regretting his powerlessness. He could not catch the flying and withering flowers. It hurt, it really hurt, it hurt so much that my whole body and mind were wailing, hating my weakness and humbleness. "Teacher..." "I will wait for you until we meet again." Krisa could no longer bear the sadness in her heart. "Ah, ah... ah..." She cried hoarsely, her ten fingers tightly covering her desperate face, as if she wanted to cry loudly, but her throat was already dry and could not continue. In the end, only crystal tears kept dripping. Forming dots of water light on the floor.
Gradually, along with the witch's hoarse wail, the blank space in the middle of the black and gold eyes began to change and twist. A strange red color emerged. That was the color of blood. That was the color of the heart. That was the color of love. The witch's eyes completely transformed, showing the three colors of black, red and gold. An invisible and mysterious power surged in her body, helping her to open the shackles. Silently, she was promoted from a sanctuary mage to a demigod. The elements approached her, the world approached her, and all things bowed their heads to show goodwill. In sharp contrast to the witch was Xu Xi's dead and aging body. The breeze whistled. The body turned into tiny invisible dust, which collapsed bit by bit in front of the witch's eyes, taking away the last thoughts and the last mortal body was too weak, and after years of oppression from the Saint-level spiritual power, it had already decayed beyond recognition. Now. It finally ushered in a normal demise. "Teacher..." The witch watched quietly, sitting quietly, as if isolated from the whole world. Her heart was almost dead. But she decided to wait, as an immortal monster, waiting and searching until she met Xu Xi again. And before that... "Teacher's instructions," Krisa said to herself. She remembered that Xu Xi had told her many things before, and those were all arrangements for her. Maybe it would come in handy, maybe not, but the witch didn't care about that, she just wanted to collect all those traces and keep them around. The magic circle in the meditation room... The dragon blood grass in the courtyard... The collection of the bedroom desk and cabinet... The information in the study... The witch acted like a puppet, without any extra thoughts, mechanically completing Xu Xi's instructions one by one. After entering the study, the first thing she saw was a large stack of manuscripts on the table, which attracted her attention. Most of them were magic created by Xu Xi, and some research on how to become a god. Krisa put them away and was about to leave when she suddenly noticed that there was a small corner of paper protruding on the inner side of the study wall, which was deeply buried among many books. "That is..."
The witch was puzzled. What kind of information would require Xu Xi to put it so deep. She raised her palm lightly, and the invisible mental power instantly pulled out the protrusion, and then pulled out a few thin papers, floating in front of the witch. The handwriting on it was very familiar. It was undoubtedly written by her mentor, Xu Xi. [Failed again. It is really hard to break through the blockade of God] [Alas, if I could have the ability to ignore the blockade like Krisha] … [Tried again this year, failed as expected] [My body is getting older. Even if I can break through the blockade, I can't ignite the divine fire smoothly. I can only give up] … [God, it is such a distant word] [It is impossible for me. My body has become more sleepy recently. I have little time left. I have to pave the way for Krisha's future] [This is the last thing I can do…]