Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Hmm~ Very good."

"I was able to survive such a deadly situation; fate is truly profound and unfathomable."

“Since that’s the case…” Xia Die said seriously, “shouldn’t you tell us why you went to all this trouble to set up such a riddle?”

Serhis laughed, "The reason is very simple."

"Because I need help, but just as you are wary of me, I must also make sure that you are not villains who want to steal the fire, and that you have the ability to deal with the threat that is right in front of you."

"A threat?" Yan Huan tilted her head. "Is it those Black Tide scum outside?"

"No, no, no...that's not the grunt you're talking about."

Serhith looked serious.

"Do you remember the cloth you found? Its owner was a silent and suspicious hunter, who seemed to have emerged from the Black Tide and came along with it."

"I was truly helpless against him, so I had no choice but to tear myself apart and flee, waiting for an opportunity to seek help."

"Unfortunately, this is not a long-term solution."

"So powerful?" Yan Huan blinked.

To be able to defeat a Titan and force it to flee, even by relying solely on one person...

A new force has emerged.

"You mean you've hidden your own spark, right?" Yan Huan pointed out.

“Exactly,” Cecilia smiled.

"I divided the fire into three parts."

"One copy is hidden within the oath of the Golden Bough, and the other is sealed in amber along with the embers of Meneta..."

"As for the last one... it is currently inside Xia's body."

"What?" Xia Die asked in surprise. "Could it be that you used this method..."

Serhith nodded.

"After all, the scholars of Shuting were willing to go through fire and water to defend our flame, and calmly faced their deaths..."

“Since I am a revered god, it would be too shameful of me to simply watch the sons of man sacrifice themselves for others.”

"Especially that heretic named Nakaxia, who didn't hesitate to split his soul as a foundation to trigger a miracle, laying a net of heaven and earth in this tree garden, trapping all the Black Tide creations in a cage, so as to prevent them from harming others..."

Serhis sighed.

"I felt that this idea was so strange that it was a pity to let it disappear into the black tide, so I took action to save the life of the Son of Man."

"Of course, I was also able to hide and conceal myself... Well, this is also one aspect of equivalent exchange."

“I understand, you’re like Ultraman, treating that Xia as your human form.” Yan Huan stared at Serhis.

"As long as we put the spark back together, you can not only turn back into Ultraman, but also revive Naksha."

"Oh, how clever!" Sersis smiled as she looked at Yan Huan.

"In this way, I can reclaim my true identity, and you can also welcome the flame and your master back to Ohma..."

"Furthermore, I will join you all in hunting for the throne and capturing that black-clad swordsman in one fell swoop."

"A swordsman in black? Does he know how to use two swords?" Yan Huan asked.

"Since they are called swordsmen, they naturally use swords, not daggers," Sersis explained.

"However... I think it shouldn't be a problem for you to hold him off."

At this moment, Tian suddenly said:

"But... Sersis, aren't you the Titan of Reason?"

"Can you really help us fight together?"

"Hehe... Although [reason] cannot match the power of [conflict], I am still a deity after all."

Serhith continued:

"If only you all could buy me a little more time under the sword of that warrior... once the spark is forged, I will be able to test its power."

"Wait, what are you doing...?"

Under Ceres's gaze, numerous golden firefly-like specks of light flew out from Yan Huan's sleeves and then surged into his body.

"They're reinforcing it..."

As Yan Huan increased the density of her Soul Steel body, she said:

"He's a tough guy who can chase down a Titan in a 1v1, so we have to be careful."

That black-clad swordsman might be even more powerful than Bai E and Wan Di combined.

“Very good.” Serhith nodded.

"Then climb up to my throne."

"Let the oath of the Golden Bough become kindling, so that the flame of reason may reignite..."

"It is now in your hands, sons of men. Good luck."

As soon as she finished speaking, Cecily's transparent figure gradually disappeared, as if she was preparing to revive.

"Everyone, don't worry! Tian will protect you!" Tian encouraged.

"Really? Then I'll give you a small gift."

Yan Huan took out a ruby ​​that was delicately sewn with wool felt and handed it to Tian.

"How about it, does it look familiar?"

"Huh?!!" Tian took the ruby, her eyes sparkling.

"This...this is a treasure that Mom gave me!!"

Xia Die smiled, "Lord Tian, ​​this was specially bought by Lady Yan Huan. I sewed it onto the wool felt to prevent glass items from being broken."

“Strictly speaking, this is no longer glass,” Yan Huan corrected. “I’ve also fused a soul into it…”

"Thank you, Xiao Huan, Xiao Die!" Tian clutched the ruby ​​tightly in her small hand, tears welling up in her eyes, her thin lips pursed, her voice choked with emotion:

"Tian... will do everything in her power to protect everyone!"

"Not really."

Yan Huan shouldered the greatsword, turned around, and walked towards the path to the Throne of Enlightenment.

"No matter how ruthless that black-clad swordsman is, he can't stop me from leading my men back to Ohma."

Along the way, the corpses of Black Tide monsters and scholars were everywhere.

Sensing the intense aura of death, Xia Die's gaze turned melancholy, and her heart sank. Even Tian remained silent.

The journey was completely peaceful.

Only the sound of three people's footsteps and the slightly chaotic wind could be heard...

Chapter 1281 No martial ethics

Before the Throne of Enlightenment, a thick aura of death permeated the air.

At that moment, Xia was sitting weakly on the throne, her body hunched over.

Before him stood the black-robed swordsman, cold and aloof.

"Wow, why does he look so tall?"

Behind the man in black, Yan Huan's exclamation came.

“Look at him, he’s almost 2.5 meters tall… Did he grow up eating Sanlu milk powder?”

“Your Excellency… he should be floating in the air right now; that long thing isn’t a leg, but his robe,” Xia Die corrected.

Upon hearing this, the man in black slowly turned around and glanced at them.

"Not... a demigod."

His voice was very heavy and hoarse, like the tone of a big boss.

"Step back. Or die."

“Your Excellency,” Xia Die looked at Yan Huan, “Only this time…I am willing to let [death] protect us.”

"Death...? That's actually quite auspicious."

Yan Huan raised her greatsword and pointed it at the man in black.

"Let go of that conspicuous bag over there, or I'll chop you up."

"You ungrateful wretch!" The black-robed swordsman turned around abruptly, a blur appearing beside Yan Huan in an instant, his cold sword blade slashing towards Yan Huan's head.

'Clang—!'

The two swords clashed, and Yan Huan blocked the swift attack, somewhat surprised by its immense force.

"Huh? I was almost moved by you."

Immediately, two more clones appeared beside Xia Die and Tian, ​​and slashed at them fiercely.

"Whoa!" This sudden scene startled Tian, ​​who immediately covered her head with her hands.

‘Bangdang——’

A dull thud rang out as the heavy greatsword cleaved deeply into a golden, transparent light barrier.

"That's an unattackable unit, my friend."

Yan Huan, sword in hand, slowly approached the black-robed swordsman.

"We didn't even hit you, yet you still slash at us. Isn't that a bit unsportsmanlike?"

"Those who do not retreat will die!"

The black-robed swordsman drew his sword, unleashing a terrifying aura as he attacked Yan Huan.