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

"Are you insulting me, Medemus?" Craterus scoffed. "I may be old, but I'm not old enough to be foolish. Of course I remember, Euriporn died in the encirclement of the isolated Vanguard..."

"You were the one who pierced his chest with a spear."

"But that's just the result." Now that things have come to this, he must completely dispel the Suspended Peak Man's wish to return home.

Wan Di's voice was several octaves louder than usual; it wasn't a reprimand, but every word was piercing to the heart.

"Haven't you seen it yet, my master? What brought my parents and the Xuanfeng clan to their doom was the very conflict we speak of, the pursuit of so-called glory, and the cry of 'I'd rather die in battle than return in glory'..."

"It is the obsession of every Suspended Peak worker, regardless of whether it is right or wrong."

Chapter 307 Mother

“Ridiculous. Only a spear can kill a king, and even the infant of the Haunted Peak understands this.” Kratrus certainly understood the meaning of “ten thousand enemies,” but he represented not only himself, but all the Haunted Peak citizens of Ohmar.

“I swore to your mother that I would defend your crown with my life, but I never imagined that the son of Goergo would lead the way in questioning… betraying the spirit of Suspended Peak.”

“Goergo… Your mother shares the same name as the founder of Suspended Peak, and her deeds are worthy of the weight of that name. But if you choose to distance yourself from her glory and become a deserter… I cannot offer my loyalty any longer, Medemos.”

It has come to this point. Wan Di sighed inwardly, “I originally wanted to discuss the future of our people with you. But… now seems to be the wrong time.”

“Go, Wan Di.” Kratrus sneered. “That’s what those Golden Bloods call you. Go down the path you think is right. You’re a maverick warrior at heart, and once you’ve made up your mind, no one can stop you.”

He turned his back to Wan Di, his straight back seemingly hunched over slightly. “Do not attempt to deny the tradition of Suspended Peak… We are in Ohm, but we will always be children of strife.”

Even so, Wan Di argued, "In an era on the verge of destruction, there is no point in discussing bloodlines."

Nothing is more important than being alive.

Kratrus turned his head. "Young master, remember: never show your weakness to others. A lion should never mingle among its prey..."

"Especially when it is powerful enough to dominate the entire battlefield."

[Fufu: To be honest, I really don't know how Wan Di can persuade the people of Xuanfeng. Their faith is ingrained in their bones; it can only be severed directly.]

[Wendy: Although the information obtained is limited, through Wan Di, I learned that the current system of the Suspended Blade Dynasty is likely corrupt and unsuitable for survival in the apocalypse, which is why he refused to become a demigod.]

[Xia Die: His Excellency Gneiss also once said that the spirit of the Suspended Peak has long been misunderstood by the world and is no longer its original meaning.]

[Walter: Wan Di's belief is actually very firm, but the key issue is the desire of his people to return home, which is something he finds difficult to resolve.]

[Sunday: Craterus is actually quite clear-headed, but he's unwilling to face reality.]

[Clatrus: Alas, I have failed Your Highness. The Golden Blood strive for the future of Onphalus, while we are confined to our own present. Conflict is not fought for the sake of fighting, but for the sake of protection; glory has blinded us.]

[Wan Di: My teacher, you don't need to blame yourself. I foresaw this when I made the decision, and I never regret it.]

[Philosopher: Overthrowing tradition is an extremely difficult feat in any world.]

“Olipon, this child did nothing wrong!” Gordoy, the Mother of All Enemies, knelt down, trying to persuade him. “This is murder! Don’t let the innocent blood of a baby tarnish the glory of the Helmsman—don’t expose your weakness to your enemies!”

King Euriporn lifted the infant King of the Styx high above the River Styx.

"Enough! My mind is made up. Nicardoli's battle spirit must be continued with this child's life."

"We...must save Suspended Peak City."

"Absurd!" Goergo shouted. "He can't even lift the spearhead, do you think he can threaten Suspended Peak City?"

"If you really do that, you will sever the lifeblood of Xuanfeng—turning our centuries of glory into a complete laughingstock!"

Olivier shook his head. "You've forgotten, the Suspended Peak people don't believe in bloodlines. Our king can only be born from the blood-soaked gladiatorial combat of the Suspended Peak Ceremony..."

"As for the glory of Suspended Peak City over the past thousand years, it was a joke in the first place—killing is killing, and murderers who are happy for vanity are no more noble than the most ferocious beasts of Onpharos."

Goergo revealed the truth, "How shameless! You, and the Kings of the Hanging Peak, every crown of yours, wasn't taken from the corpses of your fathers..."

"But now? Do you think you can wash away your bloodstained hands with just a few words?"

Oliver looked at the little monster in his hand. "No, quite the opposite: I am about to end this bloody cycle... starting with this child, ending with my blood-stained hands."

“You can’t do it, Euriporn!” Goergo saw right through the man. “You’re just a coward, a despicable bastard who only dares to turn the knife on his own flesh and blood, a patricide…”

She stood up, opened her arms, and shouted.

"Wang Yi champions, governors, you cannot stand idly by! If you are still the glorious sons of Goergo, then take up your guns and follow me to end this bloody farce!"

(Note: The Son of Goergo refers to the descendants of the Founders of the Hanged Edge, the first to follow the Titans of Strife. His mother, Wan'e, changed her name to Goergo because she had a similar experience to the Founders in hunting lions.)

Oliver surveyed his men, “Is there anyone else… who has objections? If so, take your bronze spears and come forward to prove yourselves!”

“...Yes.” The judge stood up.

Clatrus looked up, but did not step forward.

"No one dares to come with me?" Goergo spat. "You bunch of cowards, has that crown made you so weak?"

Everyone remained silent with their heads down, but the baby in Oliver's arms began to cry, as if in protest.

Olivier decreed, "It appears no one has raised any objections. Based on the principle of unanimous silence in the Senate, there is no need for further review."

He stepped forward, the baby in his arms less than a foot from the River Styx.

"In the presence of all the citizens, this child will be sunk into the sea of ​​the underworld: to be punished by the spear of divine retribution, and to be joined with all the heroic spirits of heaven and earth."

May fate and the divine await you...

“My son…Madmos.”

Seeing that Medemus was about to sink into the River Styx, Goergo, the Mother of All Enemies, stepped forward to stop him, shouting, "Stop!"

Oliver glanced at him. "Speak. For the sake of our shared birth and death... I'll give you one last chance."

She picked up the bronze spear that no one dared to touch, raised it, and spoke resolutely.

"With the divine retribution above, and with all the generals of the Senate as witnesses: I, Goergo, in accordance with the Code of the Hanging Blade, initiate a motion to challenge the monarchy—"

The spear tip pointed, "Disqualified King, in the name of the Senate, I command you to fight me!"

“Ha… very well.” Oliver stared straight at the blade. “Then let’s see… whose head this blade will fall on.”

Goergo paid no attention to the king's declaration, but instead looked tenderly at Little Wandi.

“Madmus, my son…”

"They always tell me to forget... but how can I forget?"

"Son of Goergo, who took the crown in blood..."

“If there is no crown, there is no sword to hang on... then I will take it, smash it, and awaken the people.”

The army remained silent, with only weeping and the echoing sound of the dark, turbulent sea reverberating through the air.

Chapter 308 Tibo and Tian

[The greatest enemy: Mother.]

[Danheng: According to Olivier, he also wanted to end the bloody rule of the Suspended Blade Dynasty, but after the prophecy of the All-Enemy appeared, he decided to kill the infant in order to maintain the Nicardari lineage. This can be seen as another form of rebellion, though the method was excessively cruel.]

[Linnie: This is a cowardly act. He had multiple choices, yet he made the most disappointing one.]

[Bai'er: Yes, how can conflict be resolved?]

[Fou: The invincible mother is very courageous; she dared to challenge the royal authority alone to protect her child, but unfortunately, she failed.]

[Star: By the way, when Olivander was questioning Wan Di, wasn't he crying? Doesn't that mean he had objections? Wan Di: So? I'm not human?]

[Qingque: No, why is your approach so unusual?]

[Bai E: But it seems to make some sense.]

【Wan Di: ...】

[Clatrus: Hmph, Goergo didn't die a glorious death in battle; he was poisoned by Euriporn! I only found out later, and Goergo was sacrificed for nothing.]

[Nicole: That's going too far, hypocritical. Pah! He's unfit to be a king and a father.]

[Xia Die: How could you be so vicious? Lord Wan Di, are you alright?]

[Wan Di: Ah… Mother, I have returned home. The reign of the Xuanfeng Dynasty ends with me.]

[Star: Great mother and warrior, Mom, I miss you.]

[Kafka: Starbaby, we've always been watching you, as have all the Star Core Hunters. Don't hesitate, your choice is always right.]

[Firefly: It's a pity I can't enter Onpharos, otherwise I would pilot the Sam to ignite everything for you.]

[Star: This feels so good, this is what it feels like to be cared for. Just wait until I liberate Onpharos.]

Inside her private bathroom, Xing slept peacefully.

She hadn't slept so soundly in a long time since the Battle of Nicardo.

Even if death comes to wake you, she will arrogantly tell it: Why does life sleep? Because the bed is warm...

…until Xing truly smelled the chill emanating from the River Styx. She seemed to have experienced that feeling not long ago. Could it be that Death had really come knocking?

[Sunday: Trailblazer, your answer to this question was so pure, without a trace of taint. The bed is indeed very warm. I've learned a lot...]

[Huang Quan: An interesting reply. As for Xing and Onpharos, I sense a strong convergence of destinies; please let me know in advance if needed.]

[Star: It's safe now. Wait... can you find the way?]

[Huang Quan: Hmm, I can try to split Onpharos in two.]

[Laigushi: ...Lord Xing, you don't want your Golden Clan friends to disappear into nothingness with you, so please abandon this absurd idea.]

[Bai Er: Partner!]

[Star: Um, Miss Huangquan, I'll only ask you for help if there's absolutely no other way. It's alright at the gravesite.]

[Ring: Abstract Sisters, perform as expected.]

[Little Candle: Why should Onphalus need anyone else to make decisions for him!]

(Dear readers, I'm terrible at coming up with names. Help me think of a code name. For the 33550337th cycle, the code name for the Golden Descendants before the arrival of the Oracle and the Ancient Ones, so they can witness the last cycle.)

(As for whether it will expose us, just consider it a major system intervention. I'll choose an interesting codename from the comments.)

Keludela – a small candle.

Getting back to the main point, Xing, who sensed the presence of death in her sleep, slowly opened her eyes.

Xia Die looked at her gently with her bright, sparkling eyes. "Your Excellency Xing, you're awake."

Why is she here?

Xing blinked twice. Yes, it was reality. "...Xia Die, why does life slumber?"

“…It’s a very profound question, and I’m afraid I can’t answer it.” Xia Die said apologetically, stepping aside. “Forgive me for coming uninvited…Seeing that you haven’t gotten up yet, I can only wait quietly by your side.”

"Lady Aglaia sent me to convey to Your Excellency that she has prepared gifts for the two pioneers and hopes to deliver them in person."

Xing's eyes lit up. "A present! I want a present!"

The butterfly smiled and led the way to meet Aglaia.

Now that Nicardi has been defeated, the Golden Baths are unusually crowded, mostly with warriors who have come to relax.

Upon entering the inner area, Xia Die suddenly spoke up, "Those are... Lady Ti Bao and Lady Ti An??"

The two approached, ready to say hello.

Tian, ​​hands on her hips, glared angrily. "You've definitely forgotten! This is the treasure from our hometown that we've seen before!"

“Tian, ​​this isn’t the real thing,” Tibo advised gently. “We all know that such fragile items couldn’t possibly have been preserved intact until now…”

“Anything is possible!” Tian retorted. “We are fragile too, but we have survived that…sad history! Look at its color, in the light! Sparkling…exactly the same as in our memories!”

Tian's tone was full of resentment, "Why, why don't you want to buy it? If someone else buys it tomorrow, we...we might never have another chance..."

“Tian… don’t get agitated, you need to rest now…” Tibao continued to comfort her.

The two golden-born descendants were arguing over the goods, and the merchant quickly conceded, "Gentlemen, please calm down. If you would like to consider it further, I can save it for tomorrow... no, until you have made up your minds, how about that?"

“No, no need.” Tibo shook her head. “Tian just… she’ll figure it out tomorrow. She won’t bother you with your business for now.”

Tian turned her head away. "Tian just what? Tian is just very angry!"

"Because you forgot, you forgot your mother! Your mother gave us the same things!"

“Tian…” Tibao was worried; her memory was already fading.

Tian ran off angrily with small steps. She just wanted to buy something she thought was important. What was wrong with that?