I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

Ji Tian sat down on the steps in front of the little girl's house. Elena and Ophelia naturally sat on either side of him, while Lilith squatted in front of him, her hands on her knees, her purple eyes fixed on the amber crystal in his palm.

Mia went to see her little flower, while the golden dragon folded its wings and lay down to rest on the open ground of the street.

After briefly explaining the difference between the giant snake and the demon, Ji Tian held the crystal up to his eyes and examined it carefully.

It is about the size of a fist, and its entire body is translucent amber in color, with countless colorful light spots flowing inside, just like a dazzling starry sky.

Ji Tian could sense that the concentration of magic essence contained within it far exceeded that of most magic crystals, and its robustness was almost comparable to the special magic crystal he had specially infused with a massive amount of magic essence in order to practice compressing magic essence into spiritual power.

Of course, he didn't waste these magic crystals. He threw them directly to the red dragon in the sect as snacks. The old dragon ate them and exclaimed that they were really delicious. After that, he kept pestering him to ask if there were any more.

"The concentration of magic essence in this thing is much higher than that of ordinary magic crystals."

Elena had somehow moved into Ji Tian's arms, sitting on his lap, her gaze fixed on the amber-colored crystal.

"Is this what's at the core of those fairies' bodies?"

Ji Tian nodded and handed it to Elena: "It's highly likely, but the crystals inside ordinary fairies shouldn't be this large. This one is the core of that giant serpent."

However, what I find very interesting is that this high concentration of magic energy caused it to lose its rationality, thus greatly reducing its combat power. This suggests that the power system in this world doesn't rely on accumulating magic energy to increase strength; there might be some kind of balancing mechanism at play.

In short, it's the principle that things will turn into their opposites when they reach an extreme.

But what concerned Ji Tian even more was something else.

If what the family I just met said is true, the strongest knight in the North can cut down a tree that takes two people to hug with a single sword strike, and his upper limit of battle qi is roughly equivalent to that of a Qi Refining stage cultivator.

The speed and strength of those fairies as they ran wildly while being chased by the giant snake were enough to easily crush most of the town, indicating a clear imbalance in their combat power.

Either the fairy is kind and dislikes killing, and only needs to be fed offerings regularly each year to get along well with humans.

Either the so-called fighting spirit has a certain restraining effect on fairies, as the saying goes, "restraint is greater than heaven, and special attacks are like the sun god", there is no reason to explain it.

Based on the giant snake's behavior, Ji Tian leans more towards the second possibility.

Upon entering this world, he noticed that the escape reaction of those magic creatures was a characteristic of Ophelia's elf nature, and it seemed to only be triggered when they were relatively close or saw her in person.

This suggests that within the rules of this world, certain specific "marks" may have a greater influence on the behavior of fairies than the power itself.

If a cultivator of martial arts generates a certain aura that is either repelled or attracted to a demon during the cultivation process, then this restraining relationship is valid.

As he was pondering, a cry of relief came from deep within the ruins, followed by intermittent coughing and the sound of wooden planks being lifted.

Further down the street, several broken beams leaned precariously over a pile of rubble, with half a door panel pressing down beneath them.

A faint struggling sound came from under the door. A middle-aged man with a dusty face crawled out from the gap. His robes were torn in several places, and blood trickled down from his forehead, but his movements were still quite nimble, and he was obviously not injured.

After he climbed out, he stared blankly at his house, which had been razed to the ground, and then looked at the equally dilapidated houses of his neighbors on the street. His lips trembled several times, but in the end he didn't say anything and slumped down against a broken wall.

Immediately afterwards, more figures emerged from the ruins.

Although the houses that were crushed during the giant snake's pursuit of the fairy were severely damaged, the townspeople instinctively fled outside the town the moment they felt the ground tremble, or crouched down in the nearest cellar, under the stove, or in the waist-high earthenware jar.

These ancient survival instincts saved their lives in critical moments.

Even so, when the people in the ruins finally stood firm and looked around, they couldn't help but cry.

The house, where people had lived for decades, was mostly crushed into a pile of broken wood and rubble, making it uninhabitable and requiring reconstruction.

A woman squatted in front of her house, picking up a broken piece of bowl from the rubble. She wiped the dust off with her sleeve, put it back, and ran her fingers along the edge of the shard for a long time before finally lowering her head, her shoulders trembling slightly.

The child beside her was too young to understand sadness; he was just squatting on the ground, fiddling with the broken tiles with his fingers, making soft clattering sounds.

The woman sighed, threw away the sharp tile from the child's hand, took a few steps into the depths of the ruins, and handed the undamaged small windmill to the child.

Life goes on, however it may be.

A slight commotion came from the end of the street.

Lilith arrived at the edge of the ruins and curiously fiddled with a tile half-buried in the soil. Suddenly, she heard a noise, looked up, and gazed past the townspeople who were clearing away the debris, landing on the street corner in the distance.

"Master, look over there."

Ji Tian had already been looking in that direction.

At the town's entrance, small groups of people were returning from the open fields.

They varied in size, some as small as domestic dogs and others as large as miniature horses, with different colors of fur. Their gait was much more relaxed than before, no longer showing any signs of their disheveled escape.

They were the fairies who had been chased and scattered by the giant snake.

They slowed down as they passed through the town, their hoofbeats changing from rapid to steady, as if confirming that the danger had passed.

Several fairies lowered their heads and bent their forelimbs slightly as they passed by the golden dragon, making a gesture similar to bowing.

The golden dragon narrowed its vertical pupils, offering no response and letting them pass by.

The fairies' return route was not random; they traveled along both sides of the street, avoiding the open space in the center, and stopped in front of the ruins crushed by the giant snake. They paused for a few moments, as if observing the scene, before beginning their actions.

One of the fairies, which looked somewhat like a deer, walked to a collapsed roof frame, sniffed the broken wood, then took two steps back and lightly stomped its front hooves on the ground.

A warm, pale green halo spread from beneath its hooves, climbing upwards along the contours of the ruins. Wherever it passed, broken beams were lifted by the wind, and the raised soil rejoined itself. Collapsed foundations slowly rose, and tiles returned to their places as if they were alive, as if time had reversed.

A moment later, everything returned to normal.

The surrounding houses were also being repaired by other fairies. Clearly, they knew that their panicked actions had attracted the giant snake, leading to the destruction of the houses.

The townspeople's gaze began to shift from the ruins to the fairies who were repairing the houses.

At first came astonishment, then hesitation, and finally a cautious, almost audible hope.

An old woman stood up shakily and watched as her wooden house, which had been flattened, was rebuilt with its frame, beams and pillars back in place, window frames closed, and the thatch on the roof seemed to come alive, rising from the ground and weaving itself to cover the house.

"Time reversal! This is simply a miracle from the Fairy Lord!"

Ji Tian stood at a distance, quietly observing the entire process.