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

[The Little Prince: I never imagined that my reincarnation in your time would be so miserable. Fortunately, we escaped the Black Tide, and my father and mother are still alive. Speaking of which, I'd like to have a fight with myself.]

[Wan Di: Just a lion that hasn't been released from its cage.]

[My Little Pony: Your enemies must be quite envious of you, after all, you've returned home happily this round and are even seen as the embodiment of conflict, inheriting the throne.]

[Bai Er: Haha, isn't that his wish? Trust me, my good brother, I'll make it come true.]

"Look, the warriors are back!"

"But...are the rumors true? That Oronis has fallen?"

"As the Senate said, with a formidable enemy at hand, the Golden Race will only provoke more war and chaos instead of considering the safety of the people..."

"The spark of conflict ultimately fell to the people of Suspended Peak..."

The residents passing by the gates of Ohmma were talking amongst themselves, their voices clamoring, and they were basically saying the same thing.

Wan Di snorted coldly and turned his head away, preferring not to see it. "...So noisy."

"The atmosphere... is a bit awkward." Bai E couldn't help but sigh. No one came out to greet them, and some even spoke rudely to them.

Tibo guessed, "It's probably... because of Oronis's departure."

"In the eyes of the world, Oronis has always been a generous Titan. He has bestowed miracles and allowed people to benefit from the past..."

Bai Er shook his head. "But they don't know that the Titan's generosity was not voluntary."

"...In any case, the death of the Titans is a foregone conclusion. We must return the fire of Oronis."

Xia said reluctantly, "Heh... I have to see that woman again so soon. It seems my tribulations are far from over."

Bai E suggested, "Teacher Xia, I think...why don't you find a place to rest for a while?"

“There are already a lot of things that Aglaia needs to decide right now, and having you meet again—to put it bluntly—will inevitably distract her.”

"But you'd better behave... well. You know what I mean."

If these two met, they'd probably start arguing within seconds, one denying everything, the other refusing to back down. It was only at this moment that Aglaia lost her rationality, her thoughts flowing like a spring… each word revealing a unique nuance.

“That’s probably not up to me,” Xia said helplessly. “From the moment I stepped into the Holy City, I was already in her prison. Who can blame me for having a Titan living in my head?”

"Don't worry, I don't want to make trouble for myself."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Xing scratched his head. "Do he and Aglaia really not get along?"

“It’s just a difference in ideas…” Bai E said.

Xing rolled her eyes. "Do you think I'm stupid? There's only a difference in beliefs, how could it be like this?"

Bai Er gave an awkward smile. "Well, that's a bit of an understatement. Don't worry, you'll figure out these interpersonal relationships sooner or later."

“I suppose I don’t need to be present to deal with the fire of Oronis. I’ll take my leave now; I have some personal matters to attend to.” Wan Di also departed.

Tibo watched his retreating figure. "Little Enemy... I feel that his figure looks even more lonely after completing the trial."

"Yes. So much has happened in just a few days..." Bai E sighed, feeling that everyone had changed.

"Teacher Tibao, you've been looking very thoughtful since a while ago. Did Ti Ning bring you some news?"

Tibo nodded, "Yes...she found Tian."

"...below the ravine outside the temple. Unfortunately, that's bad news."

As expected, Bai E closed his eyes in mourning, "...Please accept my condolences."

“It’s alright.” Tibo was used to death; they too would perish. “But besides Tian, ​​another person was found at the scene…”

"When Ti Ning and Feng Jin arrived, the man was already a corpse. He endured being cut into a thousand pieces and then jumped off a cliff, managing to pull Ti An's body away from the clutches of the black-clad swordsman."

Bai E felt admiration. "There are actually such warriors? Can you identify him?"

“Yes…” Tibo paused for a moment, “Clatrus.”

[Xingqiu: I can't take it anymore. Chongyun wants me to hug him. Onpharos's first strike, and it was two of them... Tian and Kratos.]

[Potio: Old man, you... I misjudged you before, you're a real man.]

[Clatrus: Hahaha, Prince Medemus has ascended to godhood. My old bones haven't been wasted after all, it's just a pity I couldn't save Lord Tian.]

[Aglaia: Kratrus... Thank you, thank you for bringing back my master's body.]

[Wan Di: Ha, this is the glory that those who wield the Suspended Peak should pursue—the original five virtues.]

[Star: I'm so upset! I thought he was just a stubborn, bad old man, but he was willing to die to save Tian. Kratrus, I toast you!]

[Danheng: Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol. I'll drink on your behalf.]

[Tian: Thank you. Tian knows you have no bad intentions. You didn't hurt Tining when you captured her.]

[Rin: Sigh, I have a feeling the upcoming plot will be even more bitter and painful. Onphalos has clearly laid the groundwork enough; it's time to sheathe the sword.]

[Ambi: I hate tragedies.]

Chapter 347 The Warrior's Faith

Time rewinds to the past, and fate plunges us into another abyss.

"Stop!" The aged voice angrily rebuked the fire-stealing pilgrim in front of Tian.

Clatrus blocked his view with his body, his eyes filled with determination, completely disregarding his own life and death.

The Fire Thief, holding his sword in one hand, let out a cold laugh, seemingly mocking his ignorance.

"Want to take this girl's life? Get over my corpse first." The one-eyed man's gaze was like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into the Fire Thief's body.

"Ridiculous... Can a flesh and blood body withstand even a single blow?"

Clatrus raised his shield, his spirit undiminished. "I would rather die in battle than return in glory—I was born a man of the edge, when have I ever feared death?"

"An empty shell devoid of divine power, I have no interest in..." Fire Thief asked coldly, "But answer me, Child of Strife, why do you erect a shield for her?"

This is something that has never happened in previous cycles of reincarnation.

"Hmph..." he glared, "As the leader of the champion warriors of the Shield Brigade, I have wielded this round shield countless times to protect the King against the Black Tide..."

“You pathetic butcher… how could you possibly understand its weight?”

The Fire-Stealing Wanderer sighed softly, "What a pity. Let it crumble like rust."

"I could not ask for more! Let me enjoy the libations and smoke of my descendants, and the supreme glory!" Clatrus steadied himself on his horse, his round shield pointing forward.

"—Come! For the Suspended Peak, for our King..."

"...For Onpharos!"

Sword shadows flashed, and the split phantoms behind the Fire Thief kept passing through his body, but he held Tian tightly behind him, and even as his blood dried up, he still stood tall!

【Wan Di: My Master! Fire Thief... I don't care about your identity, if you appear before me, I will fight you to the death.】

[Aglaia: My teacher, please close your eyes.]

[Jean: Kaeya, is Klee around you? Don't let her see it, it's too bloody.]

[Fufu: Ah...it hurts so much! I don't want to watch anymore! His flesh was just cut off, it's so horrifying!]

[Zhe: Sister, drink some water. Don't force yourself if you're scared. It's hard to believe that an elderly man could possess such courage and perseverance; he truly deserves the name of a warrior.]

[Bai E: Hmph... Fire Thief, I will kill you!]

[Luminous: Sigh, the atmosphere in Nata, the Land of Fire, is one of universal war. Craterus, your conviction is no less than that of the gods.]

[Star: Never mind, even if the Fire Thief is Bai E, I'm still going to beat him up.]

[Clatrus: Heh, I'm pleased with your praise of this old man. However, I'm still alive and well, not yet dead, and I look forward to witnessing the King's victory over him in the future.]

Back in Ohma, Aglaia and the others bowed their heads and mourned for a long time.

"We encountered the cruelty of parting a thousand years ago, and today we are merely tasting its bitterness once again."

On the small boat in the pool in front of everyone, the Tian doll held a wooden sword and stood guard, devoid of any life. She had already completed her mission.

Feng Jin was unwilling, "But, Lady Aglaia... I don't understand, the thing that brought down Lady Tian isn't life..."

"She seems to have...really turned into a doll? I don't understand..."

Feng Jin had a short lifespan and experienced the grief of losing the Golden Descendants for the first time. She passed away quietly, without anyone even knowing.

“Don’t be discouraged, Feng Jin,” Tinin comforted her. “Tian has just run out of the time he borrowed from Janus.”

"Her soul, carried by the west wind, flew ahead of time to that world without sorrow."

"If such a world truly exists..." Kaze Sumire prayed, "Could everyone in Tree Garden... have already arrived?"

She already knew what had happened in Tree Garden: the Black Tide and the Fire Thief Walkers had invaded, the scholars had either fled or died, and she could not go back.

[Tian: Yes, little violet. We will all reunite at the end of the west wind. Uh… did Tian say something wrong? I don't want you to die.]

[Feng Jin: Lord Tian, ​​you don't need to explain, we all know what you mean.]

[Hu Tao: The cruel journey of chasing fire. At first, I didn't feel it when I watched Onphalus, but now that more and more people are sacrificing themselves, I can feel its weight. Even death is just a wish.]

[Fou: Yeah, that's right. Every Golden Child has flaws, and ultimately, they all end up dying.]

[Xia Die: Many souls wander aimlessly in this world, and even the River Styx cannot free them. Lord Aglaia, I must rectify the death of Onphalus and reclaim the power of death.]

[Aglaia: Butterfly, are you ready?]

[Xia Die: Death is too cruel. Everyone in Onphalos is already deeply embroiled in this vortex, yet they still have to endure the pain of death. As a member of the Golden Clan, it is my turn to shoulder this responsibility.]

[Aglaia: Sephalia, you travel throughout Onpharos year-round, could you lend her a hand?]

[Saifei: Leave it to me. But, could I pick a few items from your treasure vault as a reward?]

Aglaia affirmed, "It must exist, Wind Violet. Remember? The oracle that guided the Golden Blood was the voice left behind by Cephale before he fell silent."

"It loves its creation deeply and would not have the heart to lead us astray with lies."

After being comforted, Feng Jin nodded, and a slight smile returned to her lips.

Aglaia then asked, "What about that veteran striker? How is he doing?"

Feng Jin lowered her head, her tone heavy, "The Dim Light Courtyard did its best, but it could only barely prolong his life."

“I used the methods of the Sky Priest to enable him to walk again. But if one day, the light completely disappears from Ohma… I hope that won’t happen.”

“This is already a miracle,” Danheng said. “When we found Kratrus, he was almost indistinguishable from a dead man.”

[Star: Feng Jin's medical skills are amazing. She can save someone even from a thousand cuts. She's almost as good as the Dragon Girl from the Luofu Immortal Ship.]

[Danheng: This should be a unique ability of Onfaros; it might not be as useful in the outside world.]

[Sephiroth: The light has disappeared... How can this be? The oracle of Cephale said: The Dawn Machine will shine on Ohmma forever, forever... Remember that.]

[Clatrus: It seems this old, frail body is not accepted by death. So be it. I am content to have witnessed my people getting back on track.]

[Feng Jin: The Sky Priest's methods are truly amazing; even Teacher Xia was amazed at that moment.]

On the other side, Tibbo, Bai Er, and Xing ascend in an elevator.

The golden threads trembled, and Aglaia sensed it: "The time of parting is approaching, yet the golden threads are beginning to relax, and the heroes are returning with their spoils."

Just then, the group of people who were taking the elevator appeared.

"...Everyone, please take this opportunity to rest and prepare."

Feng Jin and the others nodded and prepared to return to the Bathing Palace to rest.

Aglaia walked over slowly and smiled, "You're back. Unharmed, and you even brought news of victory... Congratulations."

Chapter 348 Who Will Inherit the Divine Power of Time?

"It's still a bit unbelievable, we just returned Nicardi's fire..." Bai'er looked at Xing with bright eyes, "It's no exaggeration to say that Xing, your arrival has melted the glaciers of history."

It should be noted that not a single spark of fire had been returned in nearly a century, but since their arrival, the stagnant journey to find the fire has resumed.

The plan was successfully completed, and Aglaia's icy expression softened slightly. "In fact, this is what history truly looks like: slumbering for a thousand years, just waiting for the moment of awakening. Unfortunately, now is not the time to discuss historical perspectives."

"Was it your order that Kexia wasn't here at that time, Bai'e?"

“…Yes.” He didn’t deny it, his face beaming with a smile. “Compared to watching the two of you argue like this, I think it’s more efficient.”

Aglaia warned, "This is reckless; after all, he still carries a spark within him."