NOVEL WEB Chapter 188:
Chapter 188: About to Ascend to God:
The new year had arrived.
The melting snow was winter’s last struggle, clinging desperately before giving way to spring. As the saying goes, the New Year ushers in a fresh start, and on the first day, people usually greet the future with renewed spirits and optimism.
However, when Xu Xi woke up, he felt mentally drained and physically stiff. There was a dull weight pressing on his chest, as if he had been pinned by a heavy object for some time. A faint warmth lingered on his forehead, reminiscent of a gentle touch.
“Was that Moli?” Xu Xi wondered.
He thought about it briefly. His sister’s behavior had always been like this—thoughtful and caring in her unique way. Xu Xi had long grown accustomed to it and didn’t find it annoying.
“Still, I need to have a word with her. If this continues, I’ll feel strange every time I wake up,” he murmured, shaking his head as he got out of bed.
As he stretched, fragments of a strange dream from the previous night came back to him.
It had been an abstract, chaotic, and nonsensical vision filled with alternating flashes of red and white light. The colors were so intense that they lost their meaning.
Sometimes, the white light would dominate everything, and at other times, the red light would consume all. Tiny, textured stars flickered amidst the chaos, swept along by the swirling interplay of red and white.
“What a bizarre dream…” Xu Xi muttered, moving to the window and sitting down.
The rays of the rising sun filtered through the glass, soft and warm, casting a gentle glow on his face.
Xu Xi sat silently, meditating with a slight frown. The last time he had such a strange dream was during autumn, and it had been about his sister clashing with the witch.
This time, the dream was even more abstract—reduced to mere lights.
“I have no idea what it means,” he concluded, giving up on trying to decipher it. People have countless dreams in their lives, and analyzing each one would be exhausting.
After washing up, Xu Xi opened the door and headed to the kitchen.
Krisha was already waiting in the corner of the corridor, standing tall in a long skirt. The shadows partially obscured her upper body, and her expression was calm as ever.
“Good morning, Master,” she greeted without hesitation.
“Good morning, Krisha,” Xu Xi replied, walking past her and greeting others in the house.
His sister, who had returned from her travels, and the princess, who had come back from the suburbs, were also present.
While eating the breakfast prepared by the witch, Xu Xi gently admonished Moli, asking her not to sneak into his room at night again.
Moli looked both embarrassed and confused, while Wu Yingxue’s expression was one of amusement, as though she had discovered something intriguing. Krisha, as usual, remained composed.
“Master, would you like another egg?” she asked, blinking at the empty plate before him.
“…No, you should sit down and eat too,” Xu Xi said, gesturing for her to join them.
Faintly, he heard a sound from his room—items shifting.
The noise was crisp and precise.
And so, the first day of the new year began with a delicate breakfast, accompanied by the subtle rustling of his collection cabinet, promising a brighter tomorrow.
When Xu Xi returned to his room after breakfast, he noticed the arrangement in his cabinet: a magic wand, paper flowers, and a sugar bowl.
The sight amused him, but out of consideration for the “sugar bowl,” he held back his laughter.
…
Time flowed like fine sand, slipping quietly through the days and leaving its marks unnoticed.
Wu Yingxue’s presence added an active energy to the courtyard. She frequently moved between the yard and the outskirts of Yanshan City. When she was particularly restless, she would visit bustling markets across various regions.
When she grew tired, the princess would return, looking exhausted, and pester Xu Xi to cook something delicious for her.
Occasionally, Moli would be annoyed by the princess’s antics and challenge her to a duel, but more often, she focused on severing worldly ties and staying by Xu Xi’s side.
Krisha, however, was different. She was neither restless nor vocal. Quietly, she tended to the lush dragon blood grass and ensured the courtyard was in order.
From draining the red dragon’s blood to welcoming gifts from the people of Qingniu Town, she managed everything with precision. She even created a cultivation environment rich in elemental energy for the Xu family.
Her efforts were reassuring and satisfying. Krisha had never let Xu Xi down.
In the blink of an eye, summer arrived.
The sun danced with green leaves, and the heat mingled with the rustling breeze. Mottled light and shadows played across the courtyard, capturing the vitality of summer.
Through hard work and the support of his supreme treasures, Xu Xi emerged from months of intense training. His eyes sparkled—a sign of profound spiritual power.
“The limit of the sanctuary…” he mused, stepping onto the sunlit floor.
“I’ve finally succeeded.”
By the end of the second simulation, Xu Xi had inherited the realm of the Holy Domain Magister. However, the chasm between the sacred realm and godhood was vast and nearly insurmountable.
Fortunately, his situation was unique. The Holy Domain he inherited was already at the mortal pinnacle. With Krisha’s updated “soft rice” and the systems’ newfound ease in comprehending laws, his progress had been extraordinary.
The combination of these factors, along with serendipitous adventures, allowed Xu Xi to glimpse the dawn of godhood in less than a year.
“I’m close,” he thought. “Just one last threshold to ignite the divine fire.”
“As long as I’m willing, I can step over it and begin the ascension ceremony.”
The summer sun burned bright, and cicadas chirped noisily in the background.
Walking through corridors of light and shadow, Xu Xi made his way to the courtyard. His face showed both caution and contemplation.
“The Supreme Crown grants me the ability to ascend without restrictions, ensuring a 100% success rate,” he thought. “But it’s better to proceed carefully to avoid any mistakes.”
“Before the ascension ceremony, I’ll rest, gather my energy, and light the divine fire with full focus.”
A smile crossed Xu Xi’s face.
Excitement and anticipation bubbled within him.
Becoming a god or an immortal was a dream for countless extraordinary beings, and Xu Xi was on the verge of achieving it.
For this reason, he had postponed his next simulation. Rather than chase unknown results, he wanted to ascend first, complete his training, and achieve harmony of spirit, energy, and soul.
“I’ve walked on thin ice my whole life,” he thought with a sigh. “This path hasn’t been easy.”
He wandered to a shady corner of the courtyard. The deck chairs swayed in the breeze, and the green vines overhead provided shade, creating a cool oasis in the summer heat.
Xu Xi lay down on a recliner, closing his eyes to enjoy the comfort.
The rustling treetops and soft breeze filled the air with serenity.
As he relaxed, faint voices drifted in from outside. Passersby discussed extraordinary topics with fervor.
“Immortals are the strongest!”
“No, it’s magic! The noble Master understands this.”
“Stop it! Martial arts are the strongest!”