Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"You may be horrified by this, and your body may be mutilated and horribly disfigured..."

"But if the consciousness you brought back still has a trace of it, then please look to me."

“I want to thank you in person: I have already tasted everything that you have given me in exchange for your divinity.”

Under the effects of alchemy, the soul of a human figure slowly emerged.

It was the old woman who appeared at the very beginning.

"This is..." Yan Huan carefully examined her face, analyzing the situation from different angles...

This woman named Amonette was the one to whom Queen Stikosia entrusted her son.

Based on the timeline, perhaps she brought Xia Die to Aidiria when Stikosia was destroyed, and taught her as she grew up.

Given their relationship, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for Xia Die to call her "Mom."

“Lord Amonnet…” Xia Die’s eyes flickered.

"Could you tell me the real story of Stikosia?"

She was deeply moved by this city-state, which was the first city-state that Xiaodie had truly arrived in.

It's like the starting point of one's life.

"Can……"

Ammonite smiled faintly:

"Stikosia, the pearl of the sea that suffered an undeserved calamity in fairy tales and was ravaged by death."

"...Before Aidiria, it was the first city-state to turn to the belief in [death]."

"To you now... this might seem a little unbelievable, right?"

Xia Die's eyes were complicated. "That's right."

"I can hardly imagine... how people living in the Golden Age, enjoying endless lifespans... could be so fascinated by death?"

Ammonite smiled faintly.

"Yes, I've been thinking about the same thing, kid."

"But I'm afraid there's no definitive answer to this question."

Xia Die looked at Amonnet and asked:

"[The journey is great, the epic is magnificent, because everything eventually passes away] - This is how someone once explained to me why death is a necessary part of time."

"But I can't see it as the final answer... Is a world without conquest and epics no longer beautiful?"

Yan Huan shares the same view on this issue.

In the Golden Age before the arrival of the Death Titan, the people of Onphalus enjoyed true immortality, a feat even the Celestials could not achieve.

Because of the abundant blessings, the people of the Celestial Ship have endless lifespans, but the price is that they are transformed into demonic beings and continue to exist as monsters forever.

But the people of this Golden Age... don't seem to think so.

In any world, if people were given the choice between wanting to gain immortality without any side effects, the vast majority of them would choose to accept it.

Yan Huan had seen many wealthy people who, at the last moment of their lives, would go to any lengths to prolong their lives.

In this world, only life truly belongs to you.

“Heh… I think the person who said that to you might be a general? A fighter?” Amonnet raised an eyebrow.

“I did get some inspiration from his words. Would you like to hear my thoughts, Xia Die?”

Xia Die nodded. "Please tell me, Your Excellency Amonnet."

"Although I have already made up my mind about how to deal with the divine right and the spark of life [of death]..."

"But perhaps your words... can truly point me in the right direction."

“Hmm, okay,” Amonette said thoughtfully.

"Neither you nor I are true warriors or commanders, and neither [Conquest] nor [Epic] can resonate with my soul."

"But what if we modify this context slightly... what if [love] is not a natural gift from Meneta to mortals, but rather a blessing bestowed upon us by death?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan lost interest in listening further and silently took out her phone to start a single-player game.

Ammonite: "..."

Chapter 1384 Is it ready now?

"In an age where life is endless, no one invented the word 'cherish'—because all the beauty in the world can be seen infinitely, and all established connections need not be worried about breaking."

"The so-called Golden Age was an era in which there was neither virtue nor evil."

Ammonite frankly stated:

"People do not live... but merely exist in the world, walking wearily and waiting."

"Perhaps the Stikosians chose to embrace death not because they were fascinated by its sinister and terrifying aspects..."

"Instead, it is the impulses and desires that accompany the arrival of a finite life that make them intoxicated and obsessed, unable to extricate themselves."

Xia Die's eyes lit up. "So... [death] isn't a cold, hopeless thing, but rather..."

“That’s right, Xia Die.” Amonette said very seriously:

"It is the reason why we part with tears in our eyes... and the spark that first ignited the passion of mortals."

"If you intend to deprive the world of [death]...then be prepared to witness the world return to stagnation and indolence."

After hearing these words, Xia Die understood something.

“I understand, Your Excellency Amonnet.”

"A finite life... shapes everything we love and know."

"Even the Titan of [death] has no right to remove it from a person."

Her eyes were full of hope.

"[Meneta's Love]...The initial blessing of the Golden Cocoon was probably not understood by people."

"It was not until after the arrival of Senatos that people learned to interpret this wonderful gift."

"Queen Stikosia delivered my child...you brought me into Aidiria...Aglaia invited me to join the journey of fire..."

"If there were no death, none of this would have happened."

"And I... naturally have never lived, let alone been happy."

Finally, Xia Die stepped forward and embraced the woman who had accompanied her through the long years of her life.

"Thank you, Mother."

"...I will use all the [love] in this long life to accomplish the final miracle."

Energy surged within the magic circle, emitting a crystalline purple light.

Xia Die knelt on the ground, holding a bright red prismatic gem in her hand, and alchemical spells surged forth.

Yan Huan squatted to the side, looked up, and gazed at Xia Die's heroic act:

"Old people always have a lot of fallacies, and they can easily fool college students."

"My teacher Anaxagoras," the Butterfly chanted amidst the surging alchemical incantations.

"Give me the wisdom of the Oneness of all things."

"I call upon you here..."

"The shattered remains of a dead dragon—"

"Ascending from the earth to the heavens, descending from the heavens... falling is like rising, rising is like falling..."

Dark purple waters surged up from the ground, forming waterspouts that converged towards the tower.

Yan Huan quickly opened her umbrella to block the falling seawater and witnessed the ceremony.

Amidst the raging torrents of water, a dragon egg fell with the storm, crashing heavily not far from Yan Huan.

A terrifying roar resounded, the dragon egg cracked, and a grotesque, overwhelming figure crawled out from within.

The stench of decay assaulted Yan Huan's nostrils, causing her to put on her gas mask in disgust once more.

Gazing at that ferocious face, Xia Die slowly rose, her eyes filled with complex emotions:

"The girl who once saved me... have you truly vanished?"

"Or perhaps, after the resentment fades... will clarity be restored?"

As expected, something unexpected is about to happen.

The first thing the dead dragon did after its resurrection was to attack the two living beings.

The dragon's roar shook the heavens, and the entire dilapidated city-state teetered on the brink of collapse.

After about two breaths, the dragon's roar abruptly stopped.

Yan Huan dusted off her hands. "Your shouts are driving me crazy."

Gazing at the mangled remains of the dead dragon, embedded in the floor tiles, Xia Die sighed:

"I'm sorry to have awakened you from the depths of ancient death."

“I understand you’re uneasy… Don’t be afraid…”

The sound of a girl crying came from inside the dead dragon's body.

Polycia's consciousness seems to have awakened.

"Do you remember me?" Xia Die asked sincerely.

"I am the girl you once escorted across the Sea of ​​Darkness."

"Sorry……"

For some reason, you are not in my memory.