The night was unnaturally quiet.
Not just the silence of the world settling into sleep, but a stillness that pressed against the fabric of reality itself.
A cold, murderous intent hung heavy in the air. Time and space froze as if the universe itself held its breath. The stars ceased their flow, and the rushing streams of light halted, trapped in an eerie suspension.
“So, it’s true…”
The witch’s voice was calm, indifferent, untouched by the murderous aura.
Her expression was unreadable as her luminous eyes, faintly glistening, shifted first to Xu Xi, peacefully sleeping, and then to the figure of the sword fairy by the window.
The overwhelming hostility radiating from the sword fairy confirmed Krisha’s suspicion.
“You’re waiting for the same person as me.”
Once could be coincidence. Twice made it undeniable.
Fighting for him? Claiming him? Proving superiority?
The witch didn’t dwell on such ideas. Her presence in Xu Xi’s room was driven by the simple desire to protect him.
After all, Krisha knew nothing of the sword fairy’s true identity. She couldn’t discern whether the other was friend or foe.
And perhaps…
Krisha cared. More than she wanted to admit.
“Can we talk?”
In the quiet bedroom, Krisha rose gracefully from the wooden chair. Her long hair swayed with her movements as she extended a calm invitation to Xu Moli.
Click!
Click!
The sharp sound of space fracturing echoed in response.
“There’s nothing for us to discuss.”
Xu Moli’s tone was cold, her expression frostier still.
Her gaze burned with disbelief. The person she had so graciously helped had not only found her way to this world but was in the same room as her brother.
While she had been away, things had progressed to an unthinkable extent.
Swoosh!
The wooden sword hummed sharply, avoiding Xu Xi’s bed with precision but slicing directly toward Krisha.
“What a hassle…”
Krisha parried the attack, her face blank yet tinged with faint confusion. Why couldn’t the sword fairy talk things out?
The one who had once shown such enthusiasm in assisting her was now aggressive beyond reason.
In her moment of distress, Xu Xi’s teachings surfaced in Krisha’s mind:
“Krisha, if words fail, sometimes force is the best option.”
Remembering this, Krisha tilted her head, raised her wand, and issued her own challenge.
“Fight?”
Xu Moli laughed coldly, angered beyond words.
The gall.
The sheer audacity of this so-called supreme god to stand so confidently before her.
“Fine. Let’s fight!”
Xu Moli’s black hair cascaded like a waterfall as she grasped her bloodstained wooden sword. With a swift motion, time and space within the room were forcefully severed.
The fairy and the witch, two eternal supremely powerful beings, vanished into the infinite void of space to settle their clash.
The starry sea trembled as their powers collided.
Brilliant sword light carved through the darkness, splitting galaxies in two. The flowing Milky Way halted, and the laws of the universe faltered under their might.
“Is this the so-called Immortal Way my Master mentioned?” Krisha mused.
She tapped her wand against the vacuum beneath her feet, commanding time itself to accelerate. Stars aged and collapsed, consuming the sword light with infinite precision.
“Destroy.”
Krisha’s voice was calm as she unleashed an annihilative force, aimed directly at the very concept of Xu Moli’s existence.
But Xu Moli was undeterred.
“Shifting fate, altering the heavens.”
Her voice was icy, and with a mere gesture, the stars shattered and laws unraveled. In an instant, the collapse of billions of celestial bodies mirrored the might of her power.
Yet, just as destruction reached its peak, the two rivals worked in unison to repair the starry sea.
Although the battle raged far from the earth, it still resided within the same universe. Excessive destruction could have far-reaching consequences, and both knew restraint was necessary.
Their confrontation, fought with only fragments of their consciousness, was a testament to their discipline.
Explosions rippled across the cold void, brilliant and devastating.
Stars shattered, reformed, and shattered again in a cosmic dance. This endless cycle created a spectacle that stunned any lucky enough to witness it.
But as the battle dragged on, both Xu Moli and Krisha realized their stalemate.
Their powers, vast and unmatched, canceled each other out.
After one final act of restoration, the two supreme beings stopped simultaneously.
“Who are you?” Xu Moli asked, her frown deepening.
The question had been asked before when they first met, but now it carried greater weight. The witch’s connection to her brother demanded answers.
“I am Krisha Kristina,” came the calm reply. “The Master’s only disciple.”
The revelation left Xu Moli momentarily stunned.
Her cold, indifferent eyes flickered with astonishment.
A disciple?
The supreme god from another time and space was her brother’s disciple?
But how?
It was hard to reconcile. A cultivator teaching a god of magic? How absurd.
Before she could fully process this, Krisha posed her own question.
“What about you? What’s your relationship with the Master?”
The witch’s empty eyes fixed on Xu Moli, awaiting her answer.
“I am Xu Moli… his sister.”
Krisha blinked.
Her Master, someone she revered as the greatest, had a sister?
And not just any sister—a supreme immortal?
The two eternal supremes stood frozen in the silent universe, exchanging disbelieving glances.
For a moment, their animosity faded, replaced by mutual shock.
The same thought crossed their minds.
“Does my brother really have only one disciple?”
“Does the Master really have only one sister?”
The tension evaporated, leaving only contemplation.
Two eternal beings, connected by their shared bond with the same man, now lost in thought.