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

Xing scratched his head.

How far can this go? And in such a secluded and eerie place, who is Xi Lian talking to?

And that electronic voice that keeps repeating "formatting process"... it just doesn't look good!

[Black Tower: Perhaps, for various reasons, Xi Lian came to this graveyard where memories are buried deep, then met the so-called thirteenth Titan and asked him for help?]

[Yao Guang: That's strange too. Chang Ye Yue said it would be a futile effort over thirty million lifetimes. Surely it's impossible that they couldn't get it even after thirty million lifetimes? That's a matter of vital importance to Onphalus's very survival. Even the most heartless person should be able to share the joys and sorrows.]

The fragmented information left everyone bewildered, forcing them to concentrate intently on the light screen. In order to fight the Iron Tomb, they carefully studied every seemingly ordinary word.

>>> Formatting process: 23.815%...

"..." Xi Lian pondered for a moment, then forced herself to cheer up and said with a smile, "Since time is limited, let's get started quickly."

With a whoosh, Xing's eyebrows faltered slightly.

The book she knew best, "As I Write," was suddenly taken out by Xi Lian.

"As always, I will read this book to you. That way, it won't just be Xi Lian's memory alone."

">>> Formatting process: 45.147%..." The scepter's faithful prompt now felt more like a relentless countdown, oppressing everyone.

Xi Lian remained unperturbed by her impending "death," saying calmly, "This time, which page should we begin? Let me see..."

"Yes. Let's start with the encounter between [Sage of the Stone] Medmos... and the King Wing Champion, That Moment (That Moment of Summer)?"

[That Moment Summer: Wait! Who should we start with? That Moment Summer is one thing, but who is that Moment Summer? When did I become a barbarian with nothing but muscles on my mind?]

[Wan Di: HKS! That image of a frail scholar, thin-shouldered and easily defeated with a single punch, is actually associated with my name? Where did Xi Lian hear such anecdotal story?]

[Bai Er: Calm down! Medemos, Teacher Naksha, calm down!]

[Yao Guang: Hahaha, I get it, the personas have been switched, right? Although I don't know either of you personally, it seems like this is a very enjoyable thing! Of course, not for the people involved.]

[Fireworks: I never would have guessed, Xilian is so small and soft, yet she can pull off something like this? Hahaha!]

[Xia Die: Good idea. Miss Xi Lian truly lives up to her reputation as someone comparable to Caislan. How come I didn't think of that?]

[Black Tower: It might not be something we imagined. Who knows, perhaps such a thing really did happen in the cycle of thirty million lifetimes?]

[That moment in summer: That was a cycle of despair even more devastating than Bai E's aesthetics.]

【All-powerful: HKS!】

[Star: I'm more interested in who Xi Lian is talking to. It's hard to imagine that someone who likes listening to this kind of stuff is some serious Titan.]

Xi Lian began to speak slowly.

The only college student in the city, Prince Medemos, and the aloof and frail green-haired boy, Nakeya, study together at the Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden.

The two, though not close friends, had a deep and intimate conversation, and went their separate ways after graduation. But Medemos could never forget that day when the emotions in Xia's eyes were arranged in an orderly fashion like a fan graph.

His eyes held a mixture of mockery, resentment, arrogance, and an unfathomable depth.

"The truth is in my hands; watch how I overturn this corrupt world!"

Whenever he thinks of this moment, Medemos can't help but recall Xia's hands. Even though he is the most opposed to violence, he has to admit that Xia's weak strength in Suspended City meant he couldn't tell anyone the "truth"—after all, the truth only exists within the range of a jab's swing.

Time passed, and Medemus, having completed his studies, mailed back to his city-state his masterpiece—the first draft of the Dictionary of the Spiral Peak!

It caused a sensation!

After a long period of time, Medemus's academic level continued to improve until he was elected as the Sage of the Stone and put on the magnificent robes that symbolized top scholars.

But at the same time, he also received bad news.

His father, Euriporn, gathered warriors and launched the Golden War, intending to attack the Divine Tree Court soon.

With the army at the gates, the wise man Medemus felt duty-bound to lead the scholars in defending the Tree Court and resolutely threw himself into the struggle against his father's violent rule.

But to his surprise, the Suspended Army Formation split into two sides, and the general who stepped out from them was none other than the new King Wing Champion, Anacharsagoras!

"Why?" Medemos asked, his mind filled with confusion.

Is Suspended Peak City deserted?

"How did someone with such a frail physique become the champion of Wangyi?"

"Hahahaha—" At that moment, Xia seemed to hear his thoughts. He twirled the gun in his hand and burst into wild laughter.

"Alchemy has ushered Suspended Peak City into the age of firearms! Now, let the old fogies witness the power of the [Wang Yi Iaijutsu] school!"

[Wan Di: Holy crap! HKS! What the hell is this Royal Wing Iaijutsu? The ferocity of Suspended Peak has actually been replaced by this kind of unethical thing?!]

[That Summer: Hmph! Although it's a rather bizarre story, its ability to advance the course of history is surprisingly good.]

[Bai E: It's over. I can even picture it: in the King Wing Championship duel arena, facing the invincible Suspended Peak Warrior, Teacher Xia suddenly pulls out a gun from behind his back, blasts a clear hole in the opponent's head with a bang, then blows away the gunpowder smoke and laughs, saying, "Sir, times have changed!"]

[Saifei: Ah... how should I put it? I wouldn't even steal this kind of stuff if I were to steal a storybook; it's obviously worthless.]

[Xia Die: I see, reality really is the best source of inspiration!]

[Wan Di: Hey! What are you writing? Put down your pen!]

[That Summer: Xia Die, I have the right to hold you accountable for the falsity of your degree certificate.]

[Xia Die: Hmm... Sigh~ (Dejected)]

[Phantom Photo: Haha, looks like it's time for me to unleash my artistic talents!]

[Wan Di: I...! HKS!]

[Qingque: Uh, so, we gleaned some information from this unofficial history... ah, I mean, official history?]

[Fireworks: Haha, at least I got some fun.]

Dan Heng listened with a frown. While he couldn't say he gained much, he could at least say he gained nothing.

But at least one thing they can be sure of.

"It is indeed it. As I Write" is closely related to this great tomb.

Xing opened the heavy book, and what she had thought would be an adventure full of difficulties and dangers turned out to be surprisingly smooth sailing.

It was as if fate had specially written a script for them, and the key to this mysterious place that even the ancients had never set foot in was already in Xing's pocket.

At this moment, they had no obstacles.