Xingtie: Starting with an in-depth analysis of the Yellow Springs

Hopefully, Wan Di can hold out until Dan Heng and the others arrive to provide support.

[Cerseis: Oh… Time has actually connected with the star gods from beyond this world, and even gave birth to a pink puppy.]

[That Moment Xia: Please don't speak in my head, I'm thinking.]

[Aglaia: Hmm, you've inherited the spark of rationality. This isn't like you.]

[That summer: The truth about Onpharos is right before my eyes, and I can't wait any longer. Lagus, how about a deal?]

[Lygus: Cephalus? Lord Anaxagoras, of course, my avatar in Onphalus will take you there.]

[Black Tower: What's going on, Screw? You can't hold him back?]

[Screw Gum: I apologize, Lady Black Tower. Lai Gushi has been running Onpharos for far longer than I imagined. Although I have limited his authority to some extent, I cannot completely strip him of control.]

[Black Tower: Understood. You're acting as a deterrent, making him wary.]

[Mimi: Memories, memories.]

[Star: Okay, okay, you've practically run all over Ohmma, have you collected them all yet?]

Mimi led Xing and Xiadie through the city, collecting memories about Suspended Peak City.

The first place that the wandering poet Libo found was...

He recounted Nicardoli's heroic deeds in beautiful poetry, believing that the Titan of Strife had lost its mind due to the influence of the Black Tide and that one day it would reclaim its glory.

The great craftsman Hattonus, the second piece of memory that Mimi is preparing to collect.

He had once crafted a sacred object for Suspended Peak City, and through the fragments of memory obtained by Mimi using her abilities, Xing learned the truth.

Chief Xuanfeng commissioned the forging of a sword vessel to seal divinity, and the master craftsman's request was peace, to grant his people... peace to the mountain people, forever.

The sword vessel is crafted from the finest stone and the golden blood of the Titans of Strife.

Damianos, the last memory to be collected.

Upon seeing Xing, he apologized, revealing that he had only cared about his own selfish desires and had no regard for Onpharos's fate.

After rummaging through his luggage, Damianos pulled out a yellowed photograph.

This was the last festival held in Suspended Edge City at the end of the Golden War. Unlike previous festivals, they prepared a mysterious ritual for this final one.

Damianus sensed something was wrong, took a picture, and left Suspended City.

Once the memory collection was complete, Mimi took out what I had written.

"Hanging Edge... Onward! Help, comrade!"

With all preparations complete, it's time to reunite with Bai Er and the others.

On the eve of her departure, Xia Die reported her progress to Aglaia. This wasn't mandatory, but Xia Die didn't want her to feel disappointed.

Aglaia sacrificed so much for Ohma, yet most people only remember her cold side.

Now is not the time to talk about these things... It's time to get going.

Head to Suspended Peak City!

【All Enemies: A Sword Vessel Containing Divinity, A Mysterious Ritual?】

[Nicole: I have a feeling this is a conspiracy. I saw the Titans' introduction in the Vortex of Genesis. The ultimate goal of the conflict is to protect Onpharos, but the methods used are too violent.]

[Bai'er: Nicardoli was the first Titan to face the Black Tide, and no one knows when it lost its mind.]

[Doctor Truth: The Titans' immortality might stem from their lack of divinity; as long as divinity exists, the body cannot perish.]

[Gnaeus: Find me, and let it perish. The world is beautiful; it should not be destroyed by the remnants of strife.]

[That Moment Summer: You are...]

[Xia Die: It's time to head to Suspended Peak City, everyone.]

[Tian: Hurry up, hurry up, or Teacher Tian won't take you flying.]

“Remember, Aglaia, whether it is the Golden Blood or the Senate, our status is granted by the citizens of Ohma.”

An aura of sharp sarcasm washed over them as Elder Katniss stood before Aglaia and Tibo, lecturing them with eyes like icy knives, her gaze fixed intently on the two.

That gaze carried a chilling, sinister intent, like an abyss filled with endless resentment, ready to drag someone in at any moment.

"Before you presume to overstep your bounds and make judgments that exceed your bounds, carefully recall the Golden War and think about the final fate of those heroes."

Katniss glanced at Tibbo without the slightest respect.

“If you’re not very familiar with that period of history, let her give you another lesson.”

Chapter 280 Katniss, Pollution Infiltration

Aglaia handled Katniss's questioning with ease.

For millennia, the Senate and the Golden Blood have clashed countless times, even giving rise to the Purifiers, who specialize in killing the Golden Blood Sons.

As a result, most of the diverse characters in Tibo perished.

"Rest assured, Lady Katniss, guided by the oracle, we will overthrow the gods; and in the new world promised by language, there will no longer be gods above mortals."

"Ha..." Katniss sneered.

"I'll accept your promise for now."

"The girl who was pampered back then has now grown into a shrewd political animal. Is this something to celebrate? Or something to lament?"

That's it? Aglaia thought she would change her story, but she really hasn't improved at all.

"Times are changing dramatically, and people need to adapt. I am not the only one determined to make changes, Your Excellency."

"My teacher and I have other important matters to attend to, so please excuse us from seeing us off."

Since she never gave her a friendly look when they met, Aglaia wasn't going to put up with it.

"Ha... I sincerely hope that when the Senate convenes next time, it won't be you who will be on trial in the center of the circle."

Katniss left after uttering those harsh words.

The same old empty threats are nothing more than a manifestation of their inner fears. To Aglaia, they are nothing more than a vicious dog in its spare time, barking helplessly.

"Aya, I'm so sorry..." Tibao said softly.

Despite being the earliest Golden Bloodline, Aglaia bore all the blame, and all we could do was watch helplessly as she was bullied, feeling only sadness and anger...

A gentle breeze brushed against the ends of her golden hair as Aglaia looked directly at Tibo and teased her.

"Do you want me to slit their throats with gold thread? That's easy. All I need is your approval, and I can make the Senate a thing of the past."

"What...what terrible things are you saying?!" Tibo exclaimed in fear, "Quickly give us back the original Aya!"

"Don't, don't scare us like that, Aya!"

"Haha, just kidding." Aglaia smiled gently.

My teacher, even after living together for a thousand years, you are still as lovely as ever.

Letting out a breath, Tibo patted the front of her. "Thank you, Aya. After you said that, we actually felt... a little relieved."

"Because we still have humanity, we want to find joy even in suffering."

It's unclear whether he was saying this to himself or to Tibo.

[Kainese: Aglaia, how dare you treat our Senate like this! Do you really think you can control all of Ohm?! Apologize to us!]

Yes, I apologize! It was a joke now, but it might come true later.

[Bai'er: Shut up. Elder Kaines, you say Aglaia threatened you, but how come I see it's you who's been pressuring and framing her? Why don't you apologize? Answer me.]

[Kainese: Heh, everyone knows the Golden Blood possesses the power to kill gods. I'm just a mortal; how could I possibly threaten her?]

[Aglaia: Let this matter rest. Bai'er, your task now is to retrieve the spark of conflict; don't let her distract you.]

[Bai Er: I can't stand it... The citizens have been under your protection all this time, yet no one has spontaneously stood up to support you. I don't understand.]

[Xia Die: Your Excellency Bai E, your heart is in turmoil.]

[Aglaia: The mission of the Golden Blood is not forged by others; we will complete what we are meant to do, and future generations will judge whether we were right or wrong.]

[Star: Why did I want to punch Katniss the moment I saw her?]

[Ring: What a coincidence, me too. Neither of us looks friendly.]

[Hu Tao: Aglaia is powerful enough to completely overpower the Senate, so why keep her around and cause trouble for yourself?]

Zhong Li: The good and evil in people's hearts are like yin and yang, mutually generating each other. Power needs to be checked and balanced, whether overtly or covertly. As Ms. Aglaia said, one can kill everyone in an instant, but the consequence will only be more resentment among the people.

Wendy: After Katniss dies, there will be more Katnisssssssssssssssss. Maintaining the status quo will make things less troublesome for Fire Chaser.

In the Golden Courtyard, Aglaia has already uncovered the undercurrents beneath the city walls.

Nicardoli's conspiracy, her corrupted retinue—she is prepared to deal with it personally.

Meanwhile, Tibo prepared for the Blade of Retribution to prevent the Titans from acting rashly.

The tailor held a sword in one hand and the other behind his back, ready to be summoned at any moment. Aglaia stood beside the tailor, deep in thought.

Infiltration... This is something Nicardo would never do when he is conscious.

What exactly caused it to lose its original divinity? The answer lies hidden behind the mist... Hopefully, Xia Die and that foreign traveler can find the root cause.

"Clothesmaker, hand over the information gathered by the nymphs to me," she asked, looking up.

As the golden threads danced from her fingertips, all the scenes of the holy city appeared before her eyes.

The infiltration has not yet affected the bathhouse in the lower city.

Fortunately, it was discovered early; otherwise, the consequences would have been unpredictable if the enemy had infiltrated from this location.

Hundreds of strong golden threads probed into the polluted void, pulling out what lay hidden within…

Bartluth cursed and spewed out of the hole like a slime.

"Hey, ouch! Who is it? Who's blind?!"

Aglaia...?!

“…Bartrus?” Aglaia asked uncertainly.

"Ah...ah! Hehehe, it's Lady Aglaia!" Bartrus's expression changed instantly. "Praise be to Faker, every inch of your skin shines as brightly as the dawn machine in the sky!"

"Can't you still remember the name of our Heavenly Father? It's the name of the inscription—"

How could it not know about the thief spirit following Saifei'er? Aglaia shook her head helplessly.

"...Fine, I think you did it on purpose. Tell me, you thief spirit, why do you hide in filth?"

That…that…

"Uh, of course it's because we want to rid the citizens of Ohmma of this menace, hehehe!"

Bartluth tried to get away with it.

"Look, the mad stone monster that was hiding inside, we've already chopped it into eight pieces with our skillful hands... Hehehe!"

After inspecting the ground, Aglaia nodded slightly.

"Hmm... the traces of pollution have indeed disappeared."

[Aglaia: Kitty, you sent Bartrus to clean up the pollution, didn't you? I don't believe he'd be happy to help on his own.]

[Saifei: Look at what you're saying. It's not inherently bad, so why wouldn't it help you spontaneously? Aya, don't get caught up in your own thoughts.]

[Bartluth: Yes, yes, I'm a good thief.]

[Bai E: Senior Sai Fei'er, I didn't expect you to be the first to discover this. It seems you're not as cold-hearted as the records suggest.]

[Sai Fei'er: Tch, not to brag, but you all owe me a thank you.]

[Wan Di: Thank you? Thank you for stealing someone's things?]

[Tibo: Stop arguing, Wan Di, you don't know the truth yet. I'll explain it to you in detail when we get back to Ohm.]

[Tinin: Saifeier is great; she is Onphalus's hero.]

[Fufu: Can you say it? I'm so itchy!]

[Sai Fei'er: No, I've held on for so many years, I have to make you cry, cry your hearts out, hmph.]

[Aglaia: You're getting dried fish for dinner tonight, remember to come home early.]