Chapter 64: The Current Me Lacks Nothing

“Good morning, Cressa.”

“Good night, Cressa.”

“Good morning, Mentor.”

“Good night, Mentor.”

Every morning’s greeting, every night’s farewell.

Silently, time passes in the mundane words.

A day, a month, a year.

When experiencing it, time feels so slow, but looking back, decades feel like a blink.

In a blink, the Witch grew up.

In a blink, Xu Xi grew old.

At fifty-two, not yet at life’s end, but Xu Xi already feels the decay and withering deep within.

“Fortunately, there are still things to be happy about.”

“After so many years of waiting, I’ve finally reached the limit again, with the possibility of going further.”

The realm of the Saint Magister is within reach.

To break through and ascend.

Xu Xi halted his journey around the world.

He and Cressa stayed in the nearest city, constantly meditating to nurture their spiritual energy, striving to break through in the best state.

The city is called Lawush.

Thick with religious atmosphere, most citizens are believers of the gods, with churches everywhere, bearing the emblems of the deities.

Like the sun pattern of the Sun God, the hammer motif of the God of Blacksmiths, the vine and wood grain of the Nature Goddess.

The most magnificent wonder is a grand statue dedicated to the God of Light, embodying the craftsmen’s heart and soul, carrying the prayers of the faithful, standing sacredly on the earth.

“Praise the God of Light, praise the Lord of Infinite Radiance.”

“Great Lord, humble believers pray for your protection here.”

“May the eternal radiance accompany me into dreams.”

“Ah, the Light above, the Holy Light shines upon me!”

Voices devout, attitudes humble, mortals kneel before the statue, singing praises to the God of Light with the most fervent gestures they can imagine.

Xu Xi first watches the many praying believers.

Then looks up at the sky.

In his view, the city of Lawush continuously emits golden threads of faith, endlessly rising into the heavens, converging where the gods reside.

But, compared to that devout faith, the aura of the gods is extremely scarce.

This means.

Lawush, with its many believers, has not gained the gods’ attention.

“Mentor, why do they do this?” Cressa asks, puzzled, beside Xu Xi.

“Cressa, some people cannot survive on their own.”

“They need a goal, a faith, to give their souls sufficient security, only then can the godless body move forward.”

“It’s not about right or wrong, just different ways of life for different people.”

Xu Xi says this, his voice slightly deeper with age, carrying the marks of time and reflections on life.

Cressa feels she understands.

Because she is such a person too.

Only, unlike those pitiful believers who get no response, Cressa feels she is lucky, valued by fate.

Now, she stands beside Xu Xi, within the radiance of the “Sun.”

Experiencing that precious light and warmth.

Filling her body and soul with warmth.

“Let’s go, Cressa, before ascending to the Saint Domain, we have much preparation to do.”

“Yes, Mentor.”

Cressa quickly follows, her light black dress swaying with her steps, under the contrast of light and fire, in the mingling of wind and air, the Witch closely follows her “deity.”

…

[You decide to seclude yourself in Lawush City for the breakthrough]

[This city is remote, insignificant in the eyes of the gods, you think the commotion caused by the breakthrough here will be smaller]

[The breakthrough to Saint Magister is an essential sublimation, a grasp of the world’s authority, within a specific range, you will possess unimaginable control over elements, second only to the gods above]

[You are 1000% wary of the gods, believing they have more means beyond suppressing laws]

[Therefore, before officially ascending to Saint Magister, you laid many contingencies]

“Hmm, let me see.”

“Large-scale linked concealment magic generator.”

“With the Shadow Orb as the core, paired with the water-attribute Siren’s skull, this temporary aura-concealing array is complete.”

“Plus the premeditated breath-concealing forbidden spell, to be used immediately after the breakthrough, should buy some more time.”

“Besides these element-fluctuation concealments, I also left some contingencies in other cities, to create some disturbances, diverting the gods’ attention.”

Three days later.

In the outskirts of Lawush City.

Xu Xi stands in the boundless wilderness, eyes closed, pondering, recalling if any arrangements are missing.

Cressa stands not far away, holding the “Gray Rekindling” staff, expressionlessly guarding Xu Xi, alert to anything that might interrupt this ascension.

“…”

Soon, as Xu Xi exhales a turbid breath.

The ascension to Saint Magister officially begins.

Wind rises, clouds surge, earth shakes, fire roars.

Water churns, light flourishes, darkness dims, thunder rumbles.

Xu Xi controls too many elemental attributes, naturally, the domain he condenses is of multiple composite attributes.

“Gather!” Surging spiritual energy solidifies, following the staff’s swing, transforming into a roaring tide, instantly engulfing the myriad elements between heaven and earth.

Forcibly aggregating, forcibly piecing together, with absolute violent posture, smashing different elemental attributes together.

“Again!”

Another surge of spiritual energy strikes.

Xu Xi’s eyes glow, his body erupts with energy, spiritual energy overflowing to affect reality, amidst the continuous buzzing of air, spiritual energy forcefully controls over a dozen elements.

Compressing, condensing, finally exploding at an extremely tiny point.

Instantly expanding into a vast domain.

“Now, I lack nothing,” over a dozen elemental powers surround him, Xu Xi lightly raises a hand, the domain-induced changes in heaven and earth instantly calm.

With just a thought.

The vast ocean of spiritual energy restores the violent elements to their original state.

“This is the Saint Magister, power second only to the gods,” Xu Xi marvels at the strength of the new power, but he doesn’t experiment much, quickly taking Cressa away from Lawush.

Simultaneously, all the previously prepared arrangements unfold in an instant.

Chaos.

Hubbub.

Terror.

Harassments appear everywhere in the magical world, countless believers beg for the gods’ protection, many faiths thus interrupted.

The mighty power from the heavens descends.

Not one, not two, but all the gods arrive.

Invisible wills collide high in the sky, swiftly sweeping around Lawush City, but lingering for a long time, catching nothing.

On the ground.

The citizens of Lawush devoutly kneel, thinking their daily prayers have attracted the gods’ mercy.

They call out to the gods.

Praying for the gods’ blessings.

But what responds to them is endless thunder, terrifying in its might, almost apocalyptic.

It’s the wrath of the gods.

“Find him, we must find him!”

“This world shall not allow any new god to divide our authority!”