ALL NOVEL Chapter 79:
Chapter 79: Found The Master:
The test of forbidden spells concluded quickly.
Xu Xi gained a solid understanding of his abilities but realized he lacked a direct point of comparison with others at the same level.
Thanks to the red dragon’s cooperation, he could gauge his standing and the practical effects of numerous forbidden spells.
“As I expected, compared to other sanctuary-level mages, my strength is undoubtedly in a league of its own.” Xu Xi thought to himself.
He reflected on the specifics: tenfold magical power, near-perfect control over all elemental attributes, a composite field with unparalleled suppression, and the invincible protection granted by the Eternal Teardrop.
“Not bad,” he thought with a smile. “When I step into the realm of cultivating immortals, my combat power will be even more outrageous. Truly, I’ve become a noble statistical anomaly.”
An hour later, far from Yanshan City, in a desolate suburb, Xu Xi stood over the battered red dragon lying motionless in a massive crater.
The earth around them was charred black, and the surrounding mountains lay in ruins.
Holding his wand, Xu Xi channeled a gentle green light to cast life magic, healing the dragon’s injuries. Slowly but steadily, the wounds on the dragon’s massive body closed, and its vertical pupils regained clarity.
As for the dragon blood spilled during the battle, it hovered in midair, gathered under Xu Xi’s mental control. He collected it with ease.
Although dragon blood grass was no longer particularly useful to him, given his current status as a Holy Domain Magister, the habit of cultivating it persisted.
Planting something, he felt, was oddly therapeutic.
“I wonder if there are other Western dragon species in this world,” Xu Xi pondered. “If not, I might need to keep using Rex Sanchez as a source for dragon blood in the future.”
His gaze darkened as he turned to the dragon.
Trembling in fear, Rex Sanchez suddenly regained consciousness.
With a slight motion of Xu Xi’s fingers, his immense mental power dragged the massive dragon toward him, causing the creature to shiver even more violently.
“Don’t worry,” Xu Xi said calmly. “I keep my word. I won’t kill you.”
The air was thick with brown dust from their battle, hanging faintly in the sunlight.
With a wave of his hand, Xu Xi summoned a breeze that cleared the haze, revealing the ruined landscape.
He looked at the dragon and asked, “Xiao Hong, do you remember how you came to this world?”
“I do! I do!” the red dragon replied hurriedly, nodding as if its life depended on it. It scratched its head with sharp claws, carefully recalling its memories.
“After the gods disappeared, a long time passed,” the dragon began, “and then, one day, the sky and earth suddenly collapsed. Before I could react, I found myself here.”
Xu Xi’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Suddenly collapsed? Sounds like a spatial rupture.”
This kind of phenomenon seemed far beyond the realm of sanctuary-level power, leaving even a creature like the red dragon completely unaware as it was passively transported to the real world.
“It seems I won’t learn much more from the red dragon,” Xu Xi concluded silently. Then he asked another question.
“You mentioned the gods disappearing. What exactly happened?”
The dragon’s eyes widened in surprise. “You don’t know? It was the one who landed on Dragon Island with you and overthrew the rule of the gods single-handedly.”
Xu Xi froze.
The gods were dead—that much was common knowledge in the magical world. But hearing this direct account left him stunned.
The red dragon continued its story, detailing the events of Ragnarok.
As an Elder Dragon born during the age of gods, Rex Sanchez had grown from an infant dragon to an adult under the guidance of the Golden Dragon God. Even now, despite the god’s absence, the dragon still instinctively offered prayers for protection.
But it was Krisha, the witch, who had become the most feared. Stronger than the gods themselves, her power was beyond comprehension. Even the most devoted believers of the gods dared not resent her, for her existence surpassed that of any deity.
According to Rex Sanchez, Krisha had destroyed the gods fifty years after Xu Xi’s death in the simulated world.
“Hiss—” Xu Xi sucked in a sharp breath. Outwardly, he remained calm, but inside, he was in turmoil.
“No way,” he thought. “Is this really my Krisha? She destroyed the heavens? Why didn’t I notice anything about her potential when I was alive?”
A wild yet plausible thought emerged in Xu Xi’s mind. “Could it be that my presence slowed down Krisha’s growth?”
Xu Xi was momentarily at a loss.
Should he feel proud of her immense progress or frustrated by the idea that his life might have held her back?
The situation felt surreal, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the gods had played a part in this irony.
“Now I finally understand what the ‘Creator of Ragnarok’ achievement in the simulation referred to,” Xu Xi muttered, deep in thought. He wanted to ask more about Krisha, but Rex Sanchez had little information. After defeating the gods, Krisha had left the magical world to venture into the mysterious, boundless chaos—a realm far beyond mortal comprehension.
“That’s all I know,” the red dragon said timidly. “She became stronger by connecting with the elemental planes, but the extent of her power is unknown to me.”
Xu Xi nodded. “That’s enough.”
Knowing that Krisha was thriving and had surpassed the gods was already comforting. While the simulator had hinted at her achievements, Rex Sanchez’s account provided clarity and detail that left Xu Xi satisfied.
Returning to the present, Xu Xi decided it was time to address his certification as a Holy Domain Magister. His battle against the red dragon had left no doubt about his qualifications.
“Should I wait in Yanshan City for the General Administration’s results? No, that’ll take too long. I’ll head directly to the capital,” he resolved. “Besides, I need advanced magic materials that Yanshan City can’t provide. Trading directly with the General Administration will be much faster.”
With that, Xu Xi climbed onto Rex Sanchez’s back, letting the dragon carry him to the capital.
What he didn’t notice was the subtle change in his “Gray Resurrection” wand. The charred wand, originally a temporary tool, was undergoing an inexplicable transformation. Its surface, scorched by fire, began to flicker faintly, as though responding to something.
“Master… Found… Wait… I…”