I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

Of course, this is just Ji Tian's current idea. After reshaping the Heavenly Dao here, the style may change drastically, and the "Great Immortal Cultivation Era" may begin.

He took a few moments to rest in his office deep inside the factory, sweeping away the slight fatigue of the hundreds of people searching for souls, before opening his eyes and taking out the five fragments of the "Book of Seven Pages".

Five tattered pages floated in front of him, arranged in a semi-circle.

Their surfaces were all glowing with a dark red halo, and they were connected by faint, hair-thin, blood-red threads, like a spider web that had been torn apart and then barely pieced back together.

Ji Tian probed into them with his divine sense, carefully perceiving the internal structure of each fragment.

The patterns on the five fragments are all different; some lean towards "cause and effect," some towards "narrative," and some towards "rule rewriting."

The connection points between them are incomplete, with several obvious breaks, probably because the original two fragments were embedded in them, serving as a "hub" to connect all the forces.

"Without two pages, the complete [Seven-Page Book] cannot be created."

Ji Tian withdrew his divine sense and gently traced his finger across the paper.

He tried to forcefully piece the two fragments together with his spiritual power. As soon as he exerted force, two completely different forces collided at his fingertips, producing a slight "hissing" sound, like water and fire meeting.

Forcing them to merge will only cause them to repel each other, and may even destroy the fragments themselves.

With Ji Tian's current strength, he could certainly "grab the fragment and refine it instantly," but he believed there was something fishy about it, and he wouldn't try it rashly after taking back the other two pages.

He retrieved the torn page and then began trying to break the spatial restrictions of the capital city.

The spatial restrictions within the royal capital were strikingly similar to the dean's manuscript in the library of the Royal Magic Academy, which surprised him somewhat about the close relationship between the royal family and the academy.

At least for Ji Tian, ​​it was impossible for him to entrust the operation of the sect's grand formation to Honglong, who had not been in the sect for very long.

It was already evening when the cracking was completed, and the factory workers were changing shifts according to their planned procedures.

Ji Tian didn't linger any longer and stepped into the void.

……

In the kitchen of Building 61, orange light shone through the window, mingling with the aroma of food, drifting in the twilight.

Ji Tian pushed open the first-floor door, changed his shoes, and walked into the living room.

Elena was standing in front of the stove cooking something. Behind her apron was a pale yellow lounge dress with a bow tied at the waist. The hem of the dress swayed gently as she turned the spoon.

Hearing footsteps, she turned around, her eyes crinkling with a smile. "You're back? Perfect timing, the soup's just finished cooking."

Ji Tian walked to the kitchen door and saw that the cooked dishes were already laid out on the stove.

"Why did you do so much today?"

Elena put down the soup spoon, wiped her hands with her apron, and said, "get out of class ended early today, and you were out all day yesterday, you need to make up for it."

Ji Tian didn't argue and helped serve the dishes and rice.

At the dining table, Elena sat opposite him, holding a soup bowl in both hands, sipping her soup slowly, but her gaze remained fixed on Ji Tian.

Ji Tian also took a sip of soup. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Elena tilted her head and examined her carefully for a moment. "See if you've lost weight... I don't think so, but you're still thin."

"I can still eat even when I'm fasting."

She forked a piece of meat and put it in his bowl. "You should eat more... By the way, the academy was very lively today."

"What's wrong?"

Elena put down her soup bowl, gestured with her hands to indicate the name, and said with a hint of suppressed laughter:

"Do you remember that vice-dean at the dinner party? Theodore Sterling, the one with gray hair and wearing a dark blue scholar's robe."

Ji Tian nodded.

"I don't know what's wrong with him today, he's in a particularly bad mood. During the first period this morning, he personally went to the foreign language department to take attendance and caught several students skipping class—this kind of thing used to be done by teaching assistants or the department head, he never showed up."

She mimicked his manner, putting on a stern face and lowering her voice: "You lot, come with me." Then he dragged those people to the conference room and personally tutored them. He tutored them for the entire morning, and I heard he didn't even let them have lunch.

Ji Tian's lips twitched slightly.

Could it be because of me?

I was inexplicably framed at the banquet, and after returning to the college to inquire, I got nowhere. In the end, I thought I would take a walk on the college campus to relax, but I ran into a student who had just skipped class...

Elena picked up her soup bowl again, took a sip, and said, "And another thing... On my way back, I passed by the college garden and saw several cats sunbathing by the flowerbeds. Guess what?"

"What's wrong?"

"They're so fat they can barely walk! One of them, orange, was lying on a stone bench, its belly fat drooping down to the bench surface."

She stretched out her hand and made a round shape in the air. "I tried to touch it, but it didn't even bother to open its eyes. It just meowed once."

She got more and more excited as she spoke, her voice filled with a childlike joy: "I asked the gardener and found out that the students in the college feed them snacks every day, bread, milk, dried fish... There's a big orange cat that's particularly clever. It will squat at the entrance of the cafeteria and 'prank' the students passing by. They can't bear it, so they have to share some food with it."

Ji Tian listened quietly without interrupting.

Elena got so excited talking that she even put down her chopsticks and gestured with her hands in the air: "There's also a white long-haired cat, which is extremely arrogant and never eats anything given to it by students. But it will sit at the library entrance and wait for the professor to come out, then rub against his trouser leg. It's said that it only eats the special cat food fed to it by the professor; it's very picky."

After she finished speaking, she laughed first, her laughter echoing in the living room like silver bells.

The light cast a soft and warm glow on her profile, and the smile in her eyes was more vivid than any magic.

Ji Tian stared at her, somewhat stunned.

She noticed his gaze, her laughter subsided, and her cheeks flushed slightly. "Alright, that's enough. Let's continue eating."

Ji Tian lowered his head and continued eating.

Elena forked some more meat for him, saying, "Eat more."

"it is good."

After the meal, Elena cleared the dishes, and Ji Tian stood at the kitchen door watching her busy figure by the sink.

She wore a light blue apron with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing a section of her fair forearm.

Fingers coated in the magical foam of cleaning, she washed each dish clean, placing them on the drainer with practiced ease, as if... as if...

"How long have you been standing here?" After washing the dishes, Elena turned around and found that Ji Tian was still at the door.

"Just arrived."

She took off her apron and folded it neatly. "You go up first, I'll take a shower and then come up."

Ji Tian nodded, not noticing that the other person's question about going upstairs meant "to the third floor or to her own room on the second floor," and went up to the meditation room on the third floor.

Elena watched his figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, a slight smile playing on her lips, before turning and heading to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, she changed into a nightgown, her hair still half-wet, and went up to the third floor in slippers.

The door to the meditation room was ajar. Ji Tian was sitting cross-legged on a futon, with the five tattered pages floating in front of him. A dark red halo made his face appear to light up and then dim.

She didn't go in; she just leaned against the doorframe and watched quietly.

Ji Tian opened his eyes, put the tattered page away, and asked, "Why aren't you coming in?"

"I didn't want to bother you." She came in and sat down on the cushion next to the futon, curling her legs up and wrapping her arms around her knees. "Are those things... dangerous?"

"A little, but it's nothing serious."

Elena didn't press him for details, but simply rested her head gently on his shoulder, her damp hair brushing against his neck, carrying a faint scent of gardenias.

"Ji Tian".

"Um."

"Will we... always be together from now on?"

Ji Tian turned his head to look at her.

Her eyelashes drooped, casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyelids, and her voice was soft, like a dream.

Most importantly, her hair was still wet, making her susceptible to catching a cold.

"Luckily, I'm here." Ji Tian then used magic to dry the other person's hair before replying:

"meeting."

"That's good." She closed her eyes, her breathing gradually becoming long and even.