Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

[Tian: Unbelievable! Our benefactor is Little Moon! What an amazing destiny! We must repay her properly.]

[Aglaia: This timing is far too early. Does this mean that Miss March 7th, after 97 days of activity, waited for hundreds of years as the Long Night Moon before finally meeting her companions on the Star Train?]

[Star: The time difference between inside and outside Onphalus is too great. March, we've been waiting for so long!]

"Whoosh!"

As a new chapter begins, the silhouette of March 7th continues to traverse the cultural landmarks of Onphalus, using its extremely limited ability to intervene in the real world to help everyone to the best of its ability, leaving behind a series of mysterious legends.

"Day 14, Day 36, Day 70..." Every adventure under the long night moon is still vivid in his mind.

A child excitedly shouted to his friends, "She whispered in my ear..."

Adventurers who miraculously survived a cliff collapse enthusiastically proclaimed the Pink Mist Fairy: "She saved my life..."

Some young and beautiful girls even provided concrete evidence: "She gave me an ice crystal!"

As the silhouettes are flipped through one by one, March 7th begins to run, and time begins to accelerate.

[Krydela: Lord Mingyue stood up for justice, he deserves a reward!]

[Jing Yuan: A wandering knight, roaming the world. If the circumstances weren't so complicated, and it were just a simple act of chivalry and revenge, it would surely be a very enviable time.]

Changyeyue even admired her perseverance: "You have never given up on finding companions from beyond the heavens."

"until……"

On March 7th, she passed through the temples shrouded in night and the shattered cities, like a carefree little girl chasing a butterfly into a small house filled with candlelight.

Whew!

The butterfly fluttered onto the candle flame and instantly turned to ashes, but she remained stubborn.

"Day 95".

On March 7th, looking at the ashes she couldn't catch in her hands, her whole being faded to ashen white. When she looked back at the colossal statue of Cephalos, she could no longer deny that she was out of place with that colorful Onphalos.

"Still don't believe me?"

Thump! The jarring music sent a chill down the spines of the viewers.

They suddenly realized that the taste was wrong!

This doesn't seem like a fairytale travelogue! What is this supposed to be? Is it trying to lure people in?

Sure enough, Changyeyue blatantly tore away the sweet fairytale facade: "You are just a ghost that no one can see!"

The scene was instantly shrouded in an ominous blood-red hue, as a pair of sharp, black hands reached out from behind March 7th.

"Liuguang Yiting has torn off his mask of kindness..."

[Star: March!]

Xing shouted unconsciously, even forcibly breaking free from the program.

[Dan Heng: Damn it, we shouldn't have let our guard down.]

[Star: Next time, don't use carriages for staggered landings, just crash the entire Starry Sky Train in! Fill it with Jing Yuan, Black Tower, Screw Gumu, Huang Quan, and Sunday. Forget Yi Ting, even kill Iron Tomb in the cradle!]

On March 7th, as she turned back, the shadow of the claws and fangs fell upon her pretty face, ready to tear her apart at any moment.

But with a blink, her innocent pinkish-blue eyes suddenly switched to a deep crimson without any highlights.

In the blink of an eye, the reflection of the ferocious claws in the pupils shattered inch by inch!

The Night Lords occupied the screen, and when they left, the Night Lord Moon had already stepped to the front of the stage.

Her figure flashed with each step, her face becoming increasingly clear, and the direction of her gaze seemed to be staring at everyone.

Chang Yeyue scoffed at Yi Ting's actions: "They're lying in wait, they're coveting, they're plotting blasphemy."

[Black Tower: Oh wow? There really is a big scoop? Quick, write this down!]

[Jing Yuan: Does this mean... the possibility that our previous guess, the Pure Ones of No Leakage, could evolve into Star Gods through mutual devouring, has greatly increased?]

[Screw Gum: That's not all. Perhaps, we can even find out why Fu Li didn't interfere. That's truly exciting.]

[Jing Yuan: All troops, listen up! This time it really isn't Aha's selection. Everyone, look carefully!]

[Fu Xuan: The Qiong Guan Formation is fully tested and ready to be deployed!]

[Phantom Image: Aaaaaah!!! Damn it, this isn't what I wanted!]

Except for a few idiots, the chat group was completely silent, everyone's eyes were drawn to the words "blasphemous conspiracy".

In the Memory Garden of Flowing Light, all the memory seekers stared intently at the light screen.

This is about defining their identities. It's also about whether those radical memory thieves and the Pure Maidens are a bunch of sons of bitches, or a bunch of super sons of bitches!!!

……

Changyeyue gently lifted the chin of March 7th and danced hand in hand with him.

She looked up at the sky and said meaningfully, "Face your past."

His gaze was so far-reaching, it seemed to pierce through the boundless starry sky.

On the other side of the Milky Way, a god radiating a majestic glow is gazing at her!

Fu Li! There's no mistake!

A crown of ice crystals adorned his head, and a robe of solid ice covered his body. The light he reflected was more dazzling than the stars.

After a long time, the Star God once again captured the attention of everyone in the galaxy.

They held their breath, their minds racing with uncontrollable thoughts about what divine pronouncements this all-knowing deity had sent down that caused his messengers to kill one another.

Everyone wants an answer and is eagerly awaiting it.

however……

Fu Li offered no explanation to anyone, and his multicolored body underwent a change that no one had anticipated.

"Snap!"

Fu Li exploded!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, amidst a magnificent scattering of light, it exploded into countless ice fragments!

"What the heck?!" Xing's mind went blank for a moment, and he instinctively slammed his hand on the table, his mouth agape wide enough to swallow an egg.

[Star: Dude, how did you die?! You went a little too far just to avoid answering our questions, didn't you? Why are you so temperamental?!]

[Potio: Holy crap! I really didn't expect this! His death was far too swift!]

[Fireworks: So His appearance was just to put on a funeral procession for everyone?]

[Black Swan: How could this... happen?]

Those who recalled the incident were stunned.

This is even more unbelievable than Yi Ting's betrayal of Fu Li.

If He has already passed away, then what is the "divine image" in the Heaven of Good Vision? What is everything that the Recallers once believed in, the precious memories they once proudly offered to the Immaculate Lord?

Isn't this all just pointless self-pity, like a headless fly? Ridiculous...

Meanwhile, the expressions of the bigwigs around the world were even more unpredictable.

Hei Ta couldn't bring himself to drink the coffee he had already raised to his lips, his eyes constantly darting around.

She had thought that at the critical juncture of the Iron Tomb's imminent birth, the erudite was already in great danger, his life hanging by a thread.

Unexpectedly, someone was even more decisive than Him!

A renowned deity, who left behind countless legends and gazes, has already fallen silently without causing a ripple.