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

[Black Swan: That uncertain future is indeed fascinating, but it seems there's a more tangible treasure before us. It's known that the memory power accumulated by Onphalus in each reincarnation has all sunk into this great tomb—what a vast and enchanting mine of memories!]

[Star: Huh? That's true. If someone could swallow it, they'd be worth at least three or four Pure Ones, right?]

[Black Tower: Maybe it could even achieve the desired result in one step... Hmph, that's probably impossible, right? If it were truly possible, wouldn't Senior have made the same mistake as when creating the Learned One? How could it be such a coincidence? Although I quite like this coincidence happening.]

[Yao Guang: But the problem now is, this precious item seems to be in Chang Yeyue's hands, right? Guess what kind of big news she'll create with it?]

[Star: Hiss...]

Following the instructions I wrote, Xing and Danheng stepped onto the floating platform leading to the deepest part of the Great Tomb.

And sure enough, I encountered Xi Lian's projection here once again.

As always, she spoke to this unknown being: "Someone once told the original [me] that everything was an illusion. Onphalus's only life was a catastrophe nurtured by the world itself."

"But," she said resolutely, this matter holding extraordinary significance for her, "how could there be such a realistic dream in the world? Therefore, I disagree with his view."

"My dear friend, for the 33550035th time, I will read this book to you. That way, it will no longer be just Xi Lian's memory."

As usual, the scepter sent out a cold notification: "Formatting process: 23.815%"

"Error process, in process of parsing".

Instead, Xi Lian smiled and said, "Even it no longer feels cold. It's like a ritualistic ending, putting a period to the story of each lifetime."

"Then, a new 'me' will return here, with new 'me'."

"One day, someone will turn this almost eternal page... awakening all the long-forgotten memories, allowing them to be remembered by the world in a more beautiful form."

Xingyao gazed at the storage array that stretched as far as the eye could see, like a primeval forest, and silently clenched her fist.

"Error process, analysis: XXXX." The scepter issued another warning, but this time, the entire space malfunctioned. Xi Lian's words seemed like some kind of signal, as if the "past" world had overlapped with the present.

But the scenery here remains unchanged, except for one thing...

"!!!" Xing's eyes widened instantly, her pupils shrinking to the size of pinholes.

Danheng closed his eyes in anguish.

[March 7th: Good heavens! This is!]

[Bai E: Xi Lian...]

Inside the private screening room in Ohm, the Golden Generation members all gasped in unison.

"Ah!" Feng Jin screamed and quickly covered her mouth.

"How could this be, how could this be..." Bai E clenched his fists, his nails digging into the ground, leaving bloody marks on his palms without him noticing.

The only thing that's extra is a corpse!

Their faces were all the same, typical youthful beauty, but they had long since lost their vitality.

Xing gritted her teeth.

She should have thought of this sooner. This space holds all of Onfaros's memories, but where will Xilian's "shell" remain after her existence, or rather, her core, has been deleted?

This is the price of transcending the cycle... to die without a burial place.

[Qingque: So...she's been telling stories to the thirteenth Titan all this time, in a place like this?]

[March 7th: This is too much! How else are you going to torture Miss Xi Lian? She's willing to give her life without complaint, how can you...]

[Black Tower: How did you manage to stay insane?]

Many people around the world then realized just how dire the environment Xi Lian was facing had become.

Compared to that level of mental torture, eternal death is practically a reward.

If it were me, I probably wouldn't have had the courage to persevere.

So what if the Iron Tomb was born? I'm already dead anyway!

[Xi Lian: Because I love this world♪]

March 7th: Miss Xi Lian...

Her eyes were slightly red, and tears were streaming down her face.

[Qingque: Oh no, I have a stomachache.]

[Potio: Help! I can't take this at my age, it's so humiliating!]

Millions of people watched, their hearts aching for the girl on the screen.

She said, "Okay, let's not make the atmosphere so heavy."

"When the first ripples set off, they also encouraged their companions in this way. It's a blessing in disguise, so I want to send it to you too..."

……

Inside the train, Xing froze for a moment, then suddenly realized what she was about to say, and her heart clenched painfully.

"No! Please don't say that!"

She would be heartbroken.

……

Xi Lian's face was as radiant as a spring breeze: "Smile, okay?"

[Bai Er: Ugh!]

Bai E closed his eyes in sorrow and slumped down, his body powerless. Sai Fei'er quickly helped him by placing a chair under him.

"Smile..."

He had heard those words before. He longed to hear Xi Lian's words; if he could laugh like she described, wouldn't she be very happy?

but……

How can he possibly laugh!

"Lykuergos!"

[Star: Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!! Let the Last King come!!!]

[Himeko: Hoshi! Calm down, your head isn't for banging against car windows!]

[Potio: Me, my little darling, still laughing? I promise I won't cry, okay?]

[March 7th: I...I promise I won't cry, sob...I'm sorry, but the tears won't listen to me!]

Jingyuan: Cry, she deserves the entire universe to cry for her. What is a hero? This is a hero!

In the final leg of the journey, as the flight deck moved, traversing the repository of memories, Xi Lian slowly uttered a poetic prophecy.

It seemed to be for the nameless Titan, or perhaps for the savior before them.

"I bid farewell to this beautiful world, only so that we may meet again in your memories, in the way I long for."

Every short distance the satellite flies, the long-dormant storage array lights up, symbolizing the start of computation.

Boom!

The sound of the power being switched on, like a heartbeat, seemed to foreshadow the resurrection of the entire tomb from the dead.

Xing was deeply moved.

Perhaps, even without the battle with Chang Yeyue, her arrival here was an essential part of saving Weng Xing.

With a solemn expression, she memorized every word Xi Lian had said amidst her pounding heartbeat.

dong dong!

"You will see the footprints I left behind in the ripples of the past."

"Beyond these memories, I have never had any other destiny."

"Please remember me with love, like the only unchanging endnote in all the poems that have passed away."

Boom!

"Now, open this book—"

"I will wait for you in the past."

As soon as the words were spoken, the moment the flying platform landed, golden light illuminated the once pitch-black tomb as bright as day.

Even the voice of the scepter sounded warmer: ">>> Operation authorized, protocol name: ['Ηλυσιοv]"

>>>Welcome to: Demuseum Matrix

[Black Tower: The Song of Demiurges...]

[Star: Will you wait for me in the past? I remember. I will always remember!]

Xing and Danheng took a deep breath and went deeper into the area.

Xi Lian's "shells" are becoming more and more numerous, and they are becoming more and more dense as she goes forward! This means that Xi Lian has never retreated once; she came here only to move forward.

The two walked through with reverence. Dan Heng looked at the door that was about to open and solemnly said, "Behind this door is the residence of the [Listener]."

It must also be the convergence point of all the conspiracies of the Long Night Moon.