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Chapter 66: Your Body Begins to Sleep:
The illusion faded, peeling away layer by layer, like scattered petals or the shards of a broken mirror.
Amid the soft, flickering haze, Krisha’s true appearance emerged—a 17-year-old girl, untouched by time, her delicate features still holding the familiar indifference that Xu Xi knew so well.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Xu Xi said softly, his voice filled with warmth.
Standing before the immortal witch, he looked aged and frail, his white hair and lined face forming a stark contrast to Krisha’s timeless youth. The gap between them was palpable, as though the boundary of life and death had quietly materialized, separating their existences.
“…”
The silence between them was heavy, laced with unspoken sorrow. Xu Xi reached out his hand and gently patted Krisha’s head, attempting to soothe the faint trembling in her body.
Outside, the autumn leaves rustled, marking the arrival of fall and heralding the impending winter.
[Simulating the fiftieth year: You are 64 years old, and Krisha is 56 years old.]
[You begin using life magic daily to restore your vitality, but your body continues its inevitable decline.]
[Outside, the Church of God remains relentless in its search for your traces, but your concealment remains successful.]
[Simulating the fifty-first year: You are 65 years old, and Krisha is 57 years old.]
[You develop hobbies typical of the elderly, such as sitting in the sunlight for hours or planting flowers and plants.]
[Krisha continues to serve you daily, ensuring you have a cup of the bitter Qingshen grass magic drink whenever you need it.]
[Simulating the fifty-second year: You are 66 years old, and Krisha is 58 years old.]
[Your body remains healthy, albeit slower and less capable than in your youth. You feel optimistic, believing you may live longer than expected.]
[Simulating the fifty-third year: You are 67 years old, and Krisha is 59 years old.]
[Krisha’s culinary skills improve further. She ventures to the market alone for ingredients and has learned never to confuse poisonous items again.]
[Simulating the fifty-fourth year: You are 68 years old, and Krisha is 60 years old.]
[Unable to progress further in magic, you immerse yourself in gardening, planting dragon blood grass in your flowerbed, using materials gifted by a mysterious red dragon.]
[Krisha stays by your side, carefully cleaning the blood from her wand, “Gray Resurrection,” with practiced precision.]
…
The years blurred together, passing like a film set on fast-forward. When Xu Xi tried to recall them, only fragmented memories remained.
His body aged steadily, resembling the setting sun—still radiant, still warm, but with the inevitability of nightfall creeping closer.
By the sixty-first year of the simulation, Xu Xi was 75 years old. His once-dark hair was now completely white, and deep wrinkles lined his face. He sat half-reclined in the courtyard, sunlight reflecting off his silvery hair, his steady eyes holding all his concealed spiritual power.
“So tiring…” Xu Xi muttered.
He had long known that aging would bring challenges, but the reality of it was far more harrowing than he had imagined. Tasks that were once simple now seemed insurmountable.
“If not for my strong mental power and magic to assist me, this retired life would be unbearable,” he thought wryly.
With a surge of the wind element, Xu Xi lifted himself to his feet. Dust from his robes scattered as the earth element responded. Then, wrapped in a gentle breeze, he floated back into the house.
“Master, welcome back,” Krisha greeted him.
She opened the door, her calm demeanor unchanged. The dining table was set with a hot meal, the enticing aroma filling the room.
“Krisha, your cooking has improved yet again,” Xu Xi complimented her with a smile after taking a bite.
“Thank you, Master. I will continue to work hard,” Krisha replied, her voice steady and emotionless.
Xu Xi knew this wasn’t indifference but her natural inability to express feelings.
After the meal, Krisha cleaned up with the efficiency of water and wind magic. Xu Xi shuffled to the living room, eased into a wooden lounge chair, and closed his eyes to rest, surrounded by sunlight and blooming flowers.
His aging body made him feel perpetually tired, especially in the afternoons when sleep seemed to call him irresistibly.
“Let’s sleep a little longer today,” he thought.
Lying on the cool, wooden rocking chair, Xu Xi quickly succumbed to the quiet pull of sleep. Darkness enveloped him, and the world faded away.
“Master… Master!”
Through the haze, he faintly heard Krisha’s voice but dismissed it as an illusion. He was too tired to respond.
Sinking deeper into sleep, Xu Xi’s consciousness floated aimlessly, only to return after what felt like an eternity.
“I am…”
Xu Xi opened his eyes groggily.
He found himself lying in bed rather than the living room. Piecing it together, he realized Krisha must have moved him. He tried to speak, but a burning sensation in his throat triggered a violent coughing fit.
“Master, here’s some water,” Krisha’s calm voice reassured him as she handed him a glass.
Drinking deeply, the cool liquid soothed his throat and refreshed his parched body.
“Thank you, Krisha,” Xu Xi said, setting the empty glass down.
But then he noticed something unusual. Krisha looked different. Her clothes had changed, and her face appeared haggard, as if she had endured immense sorrow.
“…You’re finally awake, Master,” she said, her voice tinged with something he couldn’t quite place.
[You napped as usual, but this time, your sleep was unusually long and peaceful.]
[After waking up, Krisha informed you that you had slept for three entire days. You were shocked and began investigating the cause.]
[Mortal Wisdom activated…]
[You discovered the truth. Your aging mortal body can no longer sustain your extraordinary spirit. In response, it initiates prolonged sleep to recover and protect itself.]