Life Simulation: I Caused the Female Sword Immortal to Regret Forever Chapter 480: You, Go Defeat the Supreme

The Great Journey had commenced its return voyage.

The crimson leviathan, a vessel capable of traversing epochs at astonishing velocities, had concluded all its convergence cycles. Now, it bore Xu Xi and several young women once more, navigating the vast Sea of Possibilities, a realm where stars met their demise and fantasies took root.

Within these swirling possibilities—

Worlds born purely from imagination unfurled.

Alongside them lay nascent realities, intricate branches extending from the familiar into uncharted territories.

Consider a reality where Xu Xi lived out his days as a mundane office drone, his existence defined by ceaseless toil.

Or a world where Li Wanshou, confined within the Heavenly Sword Sect, reached the natural conclusion of his lifespan, gracefully departing this mortal coil amidst cultivation's serene embrace.

Then there were futures even more remote, more profoundly inconceivable.

The Sea of Possibilities, however, was not a solitary canvas for Xu Xi’s existence.

"A world devoid of my elder brother’s presence is a world I cannot desire."

A delicate, alabaster arm extended into the fluid currents of time, gathering luminous droplets of temporal energy.

As these reflections settled within Xu Moli’s perceptive gaze—

She beheld.

Visions of herself, individuals who, had they not been rescued by Xu Xi, would have perished in desolate wilds or found solace in the kindness of strangers.

None of these alternate paths held any appeal for the current Xu Moli.

"Mentor, shall we embark on our return journey now?"

A span of twenty-four days had elapsed since their departure from Earth.

Inside the formidable truck, the interior remained immaculate—seats pristine, railings gleaming, the floor devoid of even a speck of dust.

Krisha, seated companionably beside Xu Xi, meticulously prepared a cup of Dragon’s Blood Spirit Tea, the hot water steaming as she sought his counsel.

"Let us defer our return until we have completed thirty full days," Xu Xi decreed, a man inclined towards thoroughness and seeing matters to their natural conclusion.

Post-nuptial excursions, after all, did not adhere to rigid temporal constraints.

Some couples opted for a swift return after a fortnight, while others luxuriated in two, three, or even extended periods of blissful seclusion.

Xu Xi, however, favored a balanced approach—neither rushed nor unduly prolonged, setting a soft cap at a single lunar cycle.

"In that case, I wish to witness more iterations of the Sorcerer from divergent realities."

Servia’s countenance was suffused with a serene delight.

She found immense pleasure in observing the myriad lives Xu Xi had inhabited across the tapestry of existence.

"Even knowing that those individual iterations are not precisely the Sorcerer I hold dear…"

"Merely beholding a visage so uncannily akin to his fills me with an endless fascination."

Her emerald eyes, profound and radiant like water dappled by sunlight filtering through summer foliage, sparkled as she directed her gaze upon Xu Xi.

That gentle luminescence—it was the unmistakable aura of an emotion known as love.

"I too harbor a profound curiosity."

"Agreed. The Master’s varied existences are indeed worthy of meticulous observation."

"Unanimous sentiment! Let us proceed—our paramount directive is to meticulously observe alternate versions of Sir!"

Xu Xi observed the girls’ enthusiastic cheers, their smiles radiant against the fleeting tableaux of bygone eras visible through the windows. His own expression softened further.

"Have you perhaps forgotten? I have already completed the convergence of all those disparate possibilities."

"Eh?!"

"Fear not, however. I possess the capability to project them for your viewing pleasure."

"Hooray!!"

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An individual’s potential divergences are, in essence, limitless.

Even within the confines of a singular world, myriad futures diverge and splinter.

Xu Xi, donning the mantle of a police officer.

Xu Xi, navigating the corporate labyrinth as a salaryman.

Xu Xi, charting a new course as an ambitious entrepreneur.

Xu Xi, nurturing young minds as a dedicated kindergarten teacher.

Gentle narratives, shimmering like distant stars against the dark, surging tide of time, each turn of the page revealing a destiny uniquely fashioned for Xu Xi.

The girls watched with rapt attention, though a few among them exhibited a less disciplined demeanor.

As their observation intensified—

Small hands discreetly entwined with Xu Xi’s fingers.

He offered no reprimand, simply lifting his gaze to survey the assembled group as they animatedly discussed his alternate life paths.

"Elder brother demonstrates kindness irrespective of his circumstances. Regardless of the profession he undertakes, he invariably embodies a virtuous individual."

"Indeed, such is the Teacher’s unwavering nature."

"So it transpires that Sir possesses a particular fondness for children…"

"Speaking of which, I have a culinary suggestion—next time we prepare the strengthening broth, perhaps we should incorporate…"

"This is profoundly captivating. I feel as though my understanding of the Sorcerer has deepened considerably."

In quiet contemplation, Xu Xi observed the unfolding narratives.

They swirled and intertwined, transforming into luminous ribbons whose crystalline surfaces mirrored the visage of each individual present.

Was it contentment?

Or perhaps warmth?

No single descriptor seemed sufficiently adequate to encapsulate the entirety of his feelings. Only this—this present moment felt profoundly good.

Time flowed with a serene cadence, enveloped by this harmonious atmosphere.

The truck ultimately reached its final destination.

Shedding its high-speed momentum, it now traversed the Sea of Possibilities with the graceful slowness of an elder in twilight, gliding silently towards the receding egress points.

"Ah."

Krisha suddenly let out a soft gasp.

Her finger indicated the nearest temporal anomaly—a manifestation of a possibility belonging to Rex Santos.

The witch, her recollection of the red dragon’s designation now solidified, had identified his future.

Within that shimmering, ethereal mirage, the dragon stood in an epoch of unimaginable antiquity, his massive form stooped with age, his divine essence marred by numerous fissures.

"A million years? Ten million?"

Xu Xi mused on the temporal scale of this particular vision.

He resolved to step within.

After all, he and the red dragon shared a history of considerable duration, their camaraderie a sterling testament to interspecies fellowship.

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Beings of divine status approached a state of near eterni

Immortal bodies, unbound by earthly limitations, their divine essence interwoven with existence itself—as long as the world persevered, they too would endure indefinitely.

However, an exception existed.

The crushing burden of countless millennia, the immense weight of accumulated memories—these would surge like an unstoppable flood, overwhelming the minds of less resilient deities.

And when the tempest subsided, only empty husks would remain.

Now—

Within this illusion of time, Rex Santos, who had embodied the Dragon God for countless ages, confronted this very fate.

"My existence… concludes in this moment."

"Regardless of aspiration, irrespective of passion—time reduces all to mere dust."

"Yet…"

"To have lived for a hundred million years… I harbor no regrets."

The crimson dragon whispered these words to himself. His colossal form, once blazing with celestial luminescence, now emanated an aura of inevitable decay. Around him, his descendants offered their sorrowful tears.

The appointed hour had arrived.

It was time for release.

With a monumental surge of effort, Rex Santos lifted his head and gestured towards a male Ancient Dragon situated in a secluded corner.

"Ziegfried. From this point forward, you shall assume the role of the new Dragon King."

"Heed my command—your sacred duty is to vanquish the Supreme God and reinstate our race to its former glory!"

Ziegfried’s countenance grew ashen. "M-Me?!"

The red dragon affirmed with a solemn nod. "Indeed."

Through a delicate exchange of amicable (yet forceful) discussion, the dragon sovereignty transitioned. His final decree fulfilled, Rex Santos gently closed his eyes, resigned to his impending demise.

Then—

Unforeseen individuals materialized.

A dragon ought to have recoiled in terror. But facing the absolute end, he maintained a profound, unshakeable calm.

"Dragon Speaker. It has been an extensive period since our last encounter."

"Quite so. It has been an extensive period." Xu Xi acknowledged, his gaze intently studying the future iteration of his old companion.

"Your current state does not appear optimal."

"Heh. A body on the brink of death seldom does."

The dragon emitted a rasping chuckle, his draconic features contorting into a complex expression as he observed Xu Xi. "Before I depart… might I be permitted to utter a few parting words?"

"Naturally," Xu Xi responded. "I too have matters to convey, but you may precede me."

The crimson dragon inhaled deeply.

His chest expanded.

Mustering the very dregs of his courage and residual strength, he fixed Xu Xi with a piercing glare befitting a Dragon God—and bellowed:

"To the abyss with the Dragon Speaker! I shall never lay eyes upon you again!"

"Damn it all!!!"

Upon uttering these defiant words, the Red Dragon felt an inexplicable sense of liberation, its aura now infinitesimally closer to oblivion, while Xu Xi remained utterly petrified by shock.

"By the way, what was it you intended to communicate earlier?" The Red Dragon condescended, casting a look of pure disdain upon Xu Xi, savoring the bewildered expressions of the younger dragons observing the scene. This was, undoubtedly, the final, resplendent moment of its long existence!

"In truth, it was of no great consequence."

Xu Xi simply shook his head. "My sole intention was to inform you—should you wish to avert your demise, I possess the ability to reverse the ravages of time and restore you to your pristine condition."

Thud—

The very earth reverberated with the impact.

The Red Dragon plummeted to its knees with astonishing alacrity.

"Dragon Speaker, my esteemed lord! It is I, your humble Red!!!"

"Ah, your characteristic temperament."

Xu Xi uttered with an amused chuckle, effortlessly waving his hand to nullify all of the Red Dragon's afflictions.

Following this, he uttered no further words, departing silently with the accompanying females, their presence vanishing from that particular moment and space, thereby concluding their unconventional honeymoon.

An profound silence descended upon the atmosphere.

The Red Dragon remained motionless for a full hour, only regaining its footing once absolute certainty had settled that no further events would transpire.

Then, with a decisive, swift movement, it forcefully seized the golden crown from the newly appointed Dragon King.

"What are all of you gawking at? I am, and shall remain, the Dragon King!"

Under the utterly flabbergasted gazes of its assembled descendants, the Red Dragon ascended once more to its former, magnificent glory.