Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

“I think… you already know everything about the Eye of Dawn and Dusk, Miss Feng Jin.”

"However, perhaps someone else here would be more authoritative in answering this question."

"What do you think...Seños?"

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As Feng Jin looked on in confusion, the stars representing the sky in the distance began to glow faintly, and Seneos's voice came from them.

"Child of the Sky..."

“Seneus?” Feng Jin turned around, looking at the shining star, slightly surprised.

During her demigod trial, she was led by two winged beasts; neither Aegler nor Seneos appeared.

She thought that Seneos's consciousness had disappeared.

Unexpectedly, she was also regarded as part of Aegler by the oracle.

“I see… After a long period of time, your will and the divinity of the Titans have merged and become inseparable.”

Seneos gazed at the wind violet and sighed:

"I... am... deeply... filled with regret..."

"I...beg...forgive me..."

Her voice was very disjointed, sounding very close to God, but far removed from humanity.

"The darkness in people's hearts... has blinded my eyes and ears."

"The resilience deep within the collective... I failed to perceive it..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jin was also very saddened.

Seneos had slaughtered the ancestors of Wind Violet.

"...Among those present that day, I don't know how many were innocent and how many deserved their fate."

“Therefore, I cannot forgive you on their behalf, Lady Seneos…”

It is inevitable that there will be some bad people among the populace, but to kill everyone is indeed a brutal act.

Punishing bad people and rewarding good people is the right thing to do.

It was this sin that implicated so many innocent people, and perhaps it was this sin that led to Seneos, along with the soul of Aegler, being sealed within the vortex of creation.

“I resonate with the spirit of my ancestors.”

Feng Jin took out the Rainbow Box and looked up at Seneos:

“You have exiled our clan, and perhaps they cannot easily forgive you. But…”

"But there is at least one thing we can agree on."

"That's the truth about you that no one can distort—"

"Your courage to raise a gun against the gods is real and pure."

"That courage has been inherited and carried forward by those who followed in the fire-chasing journey."

Under the influence of the Rainbow Box, the souls of the Wind Violet Ancestors slowly emerged and stood beside Wind Violet.

They looked up, gazing up at this kinsman, this deity…

"You personally ushered in this era, Seneos..." The old man, his back hunched, affirmed Seneos's achievements.

General Tekla nodded slightly, "An era brimming with heroes and epic tales..."

Feng Jin's grandmother, Yacinthia, also smiled and said, "An era that preserved the spark of hope for the world."

Seneos could only smile helplessly at the words of these three Wind Violet Ancestors.

She knew that it was not she who created this era, but the descendant of the sky whom she had let go.

The story woven by that descendant stirred everyone's emotions and filled them with hope for the future.

She is the real hero.

She was far more powerful than Seneos herself, a Valkyrie who only possessed brute force and acted recklessly.

It's hard to imagine how much courage and wisdom she must have possessed to dare stand before a fusion god and seek a glimmer of hope for escape.

Once she reached the lower realm, she had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of reviving the Sky Clan and keep her promise to spread the heroic deeds of Seneos.

Such a resilient Golden Descendant, even without immense power, deserves to be praised by the world.

"Perhaps... this is what I've been hoping for..."

Looking at the Wind Violet and the Sky Clan in front of her, Seneos let out a self-deprecating laugh.

"Now... I can finally close my eyes in peace..."

Feng Jin looked up. "Even in that darkest hour, Lady Seneos, you still retained compassion for mortals in your heart, didn't you?"

"Because, even with the power of the Titans... you still didn't punish the world with the falling stars from the sky."

"I think you might also be waiting for someone to come to your rescue."

"Please feel free to entrust all the authority over the sky to me."

"I'm just a doctor. Even if I gained power, I could never become as strong as you..."

"Fortunately... the world no longer needs a demigod who can command the wind and rain. What I need to do is give my companions the best support."

"Lady Seneos, please tell me how I can grow wings and fly into the sky."

“Flying into the sky…?” Seneos pondered the word carefully.

“Young Yacinthes…you possess all the power of a demigod.”

Chapter 1481 People Who Have Too Much Idle Time

"You must understand, even after I defeated Aigle back then, I couldn't magically sprout wings and fly freely..."

“Hmm.” Sorapis nodded from the side.

“Seneus was always a son of man, and in the process of defeating Aegler, it was only with the help of me and Lunebis that we were able to fight in the air.”

"She was only able to use the Sky Titan's wings after she merged with Aegler, but these weren't truly hers..."

“But when I release my divine power, there are wing-like shadows behind me.” Feng Jin patted her back lightly, somewhat frustrated.

"If I can't fly, we'll have to rebuild a spaceship and fly up to the Eye of Dawn and Dusk to check on Huanbao's condition."

Casting a spaceship is a huge project. Although Dan Heng has the knowledge, it is still very costly in terms of manpower and resources.

"You mean... that son of man who easily defeated me?"

Seneos stared at the wind violet and pondered:

"The Eyes of Dawn and Dusk pose no threat to him; even I cannot harm him in the slightest."

"If there is something that can truly trouble him, then even if you reach the clouds again... it will be of no use."

"Trust your comrades..."

Upon returning to the heart of the cosmic vortex to sense the spark, Feng Jin still received no help.

Inside the Cloud Stone Heavenly Palace, she felt somewhat melancholy.

Although everything was moving in a positive direction, Yan Huan did not return.

If the Golden Descendants have a chance to start over in the next life after death, what about the Nameless One?

Will their souls also be collected by Onphalus and then fall into the cycle of reincarnation?

"Feng Jin, so you were here all along."

Dan Heng walked to the recliner and said calmly:

"New poisoning patients have been found in the market area, and they need your help."

"Ah." Feng Jin quickly stood up and nodded. "I understand. I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Hmm." Dan Heng's gaze was deep and unfathomable.

The poisoning of citizens appears to have occurred after the Kuroshio incident escalated further, and the source has yet to be found.

Ordinary treatments are completely ineffective; only the spells of the Sky Priests can remove it.

"Although we don't know why this happened, it is the citizens' good fortune to have you here."

Yan Huan is not in the city, so now the only thing left to rely on for treatment is Feng Jin.

With the power of a demigod, her healing magic is like a panacea.

Now, with Wan Feng resisting the Black Tide, Aglaia and Saifeier are providing support, while Bai E and Feng Jin remain to guard Ohma City.

The situation in the Holy City can be described as very favorable.

This sudden onset of poisoning symptoms left Dan Heng somewhat bewildered.

"Danbao, this is what I should do." Feng Jin smiled slightly.

"Unfortunately, I can only treat them, but I can't analyze the cause of their poisoning."

"If we could find the root of all this, perhaps we wouldn't have to suffer like this."

Following the guards' lead, Feng Jin arrived at a corner of the Marble Market.

This area, once one of the most bustling in Ohm, is now shrouded in a suffocating heaviness and fear.

Feng Jin's expression quickly turned serious.

The signs of poisoning this time seem different from before.

The pungent smell was a mixture of the sourness of rotting fruit, the stench of vomit, and an indescribable, cloyingly sweet odor, like rust mixed with swampy miasma.

A strange smell wafted over, causing Feng Jin to instinctively furrow her brow.

Dozens of patients were lying or leaning against the makeshift shed.

Groans, suppressed coughs, and the faint cries of children mingled together, creating a mournful murmur.