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

The two suddenly understood.

Shooting stars might streak across the illusory sky of Onphalus, but if they appear simultaneously with the pink of memory, there is absolutely no other possibility.

Star Train and March 7th!

And they are the only ones who deserve the description "the color of dawn"!

[Yao Guang: It came just in time, almost like destiny. The Virtue Song is nearly complete, and Bai E is about to collapse in the cycle of reincarnation. The most crucial element has finally emerged at the most critical moment—an all-in bet. How can this be explained? A confluence of events, a destiny ordained by heaven.]

[Star: Now that you mention it, it's really dramatic enough that it feels like I can't lose! I finally feel like the protagonist, and I finally feel like the knife is leaving me! It's been so tough!]

[Fireworks: Xi Lian's effective education is a guiding light for the Black Swan!]

Within the light screen, Xi Lian silently recited the prophecy given to her by the divine oracle: "You will end when the flowers bloom, just as the end gives birth to the beginning."

She crossed her arms and said with a smile, "It seems the time for parting has come."

Demiaoge was far less insightful than Xilian; she only thought this was yet another separation with no end in sight.

Amidst the sadness, there was also the child's expectant response to her mother: "Peach, are you leaving? It's okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

"I will learn everything you taught me today."

The next time we meet, she'll definitely be able to tell Peach a perfect... no, a flawed romantic story!

Xi Lian blinked, her small fist resting on her chin, then popped out a finger and gently pressed it against her cheek: "So, I still haven't answered your question about what 'love' is."

[Yao Guang: Oh wow? The official interpretation is coming?]

[Screw Gum: I'm all ears.]

[Fireworks: Won't it short-circuit?]

Xi Lian said frankly, "Actually, my good friend, before I met you, my 'pity' instincts didn't even know what 'love' meant."

"Until I tell you all the sad stories in this little room with a trembling voice, and tell you: I love them, I love everything in this poem."

"Stories come, go, and return. They bring us together again, and then they part ways."

"Finally, it left behind a seed, a reason. Even if the tree withers and all things fall silent..."

"There are also some feelings that are still worth remembering."

[Yao Guang: Oh? So it's mutually beneficial? Love, ah, truly is a wondrous thing. Because of this seed, this tiny bit of love, Xi Lian has been self-imposed confinement for countless reincarnations, willingly gambling on a miracle with an imperceptible probability. Indeed, this perfectly matches the theme of "the first cause of life"! So-called love, the power it unleashes is somewhat unreasonable, yet also quite reasonable. After all, we live in a world with predetermined destinies.]

[Black Tower: And she actually won this gamble. No wonder the predecessor went to great lengths to prevent the birth of Demigoth; it wasn't just to avoid repeating the mistakes of the Wise One, but also because the concept of love and the hate of destruction clash. The predecessor wanted the universe to be utterly destroyed, but love cherishes things to an extreme degree. For the Iron Tomb, this is no longer a burden, but a deadly poison!]

[Xi Lian: But for the Milky Way, it's the most beautiful fireworks♪]

Within the light screen, Xi Lian pointed to the sky: "Look, the light is shining in."

In the vast white world of memories, the phantoms of Xing and Danheng appeared out of nowhere, their backs to the two men, their steps firm as they moved forward.

"The light of the Savior will shine upon Onphalus."

[Star: Um... let's talk about the scene where Ms. Danheng was knocked unconscious by a rock when the train "pulled into the station," did they also see that?]

[Fireworks: They might have even seen you secretly trying to give me CPR~~]

[Star: Hmm, the secret has been uncovered, and outsiders have seen it... It's actually kind of exciting to think about.]

[Fireworks: Huh? ? ? ]

Demogue's eyes flickered: "Hmm... I still don't understand. But I believe in Peach."

She already knew what she had to do next. Her life of sitting here obediently and waiting to hear stories was over. Next, she would go and create stories herself with her new friends.

"Look forward to it. Next time we meet, it will be my turn to tell you the story of love♪"

"Then I'll be really looking forward to it." Xi Lian smiled as she watched her child grow up, giving her one last gift: "In that case, I'd like to make a promise: I want to give you my pen, my books, and my name all at once."

She handed me what I had written and the accompanying quill pen.

"Please take them as beautiful blessings. When I first wrote poetry, I gave myself this pen name: 【昔涟】. I hoped that the words would be like pebbles touching water, cast from the past and sending ripples into the future."

"In the stories you write, perhaps inevitably, there will still be sadness and tears that are destined to fall."

"But, will you say yes? To always be a gentle flower, when the stars look down on you..."

She put her hands behind her back, her chubby, fair fingers intertwined: "Just smiling, just loving."

Demyoge memorized every word. Although she had no idea what she would encounter on the road ahead, she would go and see for herself and touch that imperfect world with her own hands.

"Yes!" She nodded with a smile.

She won't let Peach down.

From this moment on, her name in the subtitles will become Xi Lian, and she will be that eternally gentle flower.

She clasped her hands together in front of her slightly closed eyes, her heart-shaped gemstone ring on her ring finger sparkling brightly.

"Of course, this will definitely be a romantic story unlike any other."

"That's what you think too, right?"

[Star: Huh? You actually said Mom's words?]

[Jingyuan: New bamboo shoots grow taller than old branches, all thanks to the support of the old trunk. This is the essence of inheritance. From this point on, Xilian entrusted her name, her weapon, and her wishes entirely to Demuge… or rather, to the Xilian known to all in the light screen.]

[March 7th: By the way, if Xi Lian is a pen name, what is her real name?]

[Xi Lian: Yeah, what will it be called♪]

"..." Xi Lian's lips curved into a satisfied smile. At this point, she had nothing more to teach.

At this moment, her name has become a ripple of the past.

"Yes, just like flowers blooming and withering, I tell the story, and you listen."

"I come to the end of my life, becoming nourishment for the next flower to bloom."

"And you will set off, holding that star in your hands, and together with her, plant an endless sea of ​​flowers on the last page."

"And our story will lie quietly among the flowers, like every ripple of memory..."

"That is called, as I have written, the Psalms."

As soon as he finished speaking, a purple shooting star streaked across the sky, illuminating the nameless Titan Tomb in the cracks of his memory.

"Ah!" Xi Lian looked in the direction of the light and instantly understood what it was.

Without further ado, she took off and chased after him.