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

[Su Chang: Little Gui Zi, I'm quite clever sometimes, okay?]

[Danheng: It seems Tibo's mother already knew she was going to be killed. If I'm not mistaken, it was probably to protect Tibo from harm.]

Tibo: Mommy...

Then, Tinin suggested going to the bedroom to take a look, where they saw Tirispius lying obediently on the chaise longue, seemingly reluctant to part with these last moments.

Ti Ning watched calmly, "As expected. After all, it's time to set off."

"Mom... are you going to that ceremony tomorrow?"

The mother spoke gently, stroking her daughter's red hair. "Yes, my good girl. What's wrong?"

"Ugh, I want to go too... I have a question for Janus."

"Oh? What's the problem?"

Tirispyos asked, bewildered, "I want to ask, how can we drive away the Black Tide!"

The mother smiled. "I see. But unfortunately, this is a secret ritual that only I can conduct. If you want me to ask Titan for his opinion... then you must agree to one thing."

"What is it?" she asked quickly.

"You must sleep soundly, and whatever you dream about, don't be afraid... Just like that, sleep soundly until the early morning, until tomorrow, when Aigle opens his eyes again. Can you do that, darling?"

She nodded vigorously, a pure smile on her face. "So simple, of course! Tirisippius is the most powerful Saintess Janus... the little saintess!"

"But why?"

The mother touched her face, "Because... this ceremony might last a long time."

"how long?"

"My good child... Mom will be back tomorrow." The mother's clear eyes saw only her daughter's image, leaving her with this last bit of tenderness and love.

"But if it's too late tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow; if the day after tomorrow doesn't work either, then wait until the next tomorrow. If a very, very long time passes and Mom still hasn't come back..."

"That means the ceremony was successful. Mom found a way to drive away the Black Tide and went to that new world. It's just that for many reasons, Mom couldn't turn back and pick up my good girl."

"But Mom will be waiting for you over there. As long as you are a brave and kind child, we will definitely meet again in that new world."

Chapter 357 Janus Treasury

"There, at the end of the west wind, on the other side of the black tide, lies a radiant sea of ​​flowers blessed and protected by the gods."

"In the rose-colored sky, you will see a silvery-white shallow beach. That is the end of the journey, where there is no wind, thunder, cold, or rain, and no one will be affected by sadness... Your mother will be there waiting for you."

Tirispyos longed for the place her mother had described. "Wow, it sounds like the island of my dreams!"

"I understand—I will ride the moon, raising a sailboat made of stars, to find my mother! We've made a promise, okay?"

"Yes, it's a promise." Tears welled in her mother's eyes. "As long as we keep moving towards tomorrow, as long as the sun rises again tomorrow..."

"Our wishes will come true together."

Nicole: I can't take it anymore. Although I never experienced a mother's love, everyone at the orphanage gave me the same care. Those priests deserve to die; they ruthlessly destroyed what was most precious to a child.

[Star: Tibo, see you tomorrow.]

[Fou: Now I understand why they like to say "See you tomorrow." It's because they miss their mother and hope to save Onpharos. Tomorrow will never come, so there is hope for Onpharos.]

[Gallach: Sigh, at my age, I still cry. Mianmian, don't laugh at me.]

[Mianmian:...]

[Qingque: Could it be that Tibbo's mother sensed her impending death and sacrificed herself during the ritual to deliver the divine oracle? I'm not just guessing, the timing is just too coincidental.]

[Tian: Let's set off on the west wind! Mom must be waiting for us at the end of the west wind. Tian wants to go find Mom.]

[Xia Die: Is that silvery-white shallow beach a sea of ​​flowers?]

Tibo: As long as the sun rises again tomorrow, we won't be afraid. Aya, do you think we'll meet again on that shallow beach in the future? I think we definitely will.

[Aglaia: My teacher, after a thousand years, we have long since come to believe this without a doubt, haven't we?]

As the memories faded, the phantom of Tirispius murmured to herself.

"If the whispers of the Titans as they fell were not mere words... if beyond the Black Tide, at the end of creation, such a realm truly exists..."

"Then our agreement still stands."

"...Wait for me, Mother."

Bai E and his two companions followed closely behind, advancing with the illusory figure. Behind the bookshelf was a secret passage, a hidden passage left by the faction close to the Holy Maiden, which could be used to escape in case of danger.

Even so, it still couldn't stop those evil people from taking the opportunity to obstruct her, but whenever she was trapped, there were always people willing to step forward and pave the way for the saintess.

These moments, precisely when the stars are manipulating the mechanisms, are hard not to ponder.

Tinin: "Nothing can change the past. In real history, there were others who helped Tirispeius."

“We can’t remember the details anymore. But memory has shaped the years into this way, surely because… it’s closer to the answer in our hearts.”

Along the way, the star used several miracles to help the illusory figure of the past overcome difficulties.

She only thought it was Eulonis, or some nameless god!

The gates leading to the temple opened, and the phantom of Tirispeius stood on the road, calming her nerves. "Don't be nervous... don't be nervous..."

The magnificent, sacred hall has been restored to its former glory, and countless believers of Janus come here to pray for blessings.

Bai E suddenly spoke up, "These people around us should just be civilians, not enemies, right?"

Tinning nodded. "Most of the time it isn't, but that might change in a bit."

Tirispyos walked up to the children and asked, "Hey, kids, where did you all come from?"

The little boy shuddered and quickly waved his hands, "Shh, shh! Big sister, keep your voice down! We finally managed to sneak in."

She smiled and said, "Okay, I understand. But you sneaked in here specifically to..."

The little girl clapped her hands excitedly, "I heard there's a beautiful saintess living in the temple, I want to meet her!"

"I couldn't persuade her otherwise, so I had to find a way to sneak her in." The little boy spread his hands, looking somewhat helpless.

Tirispius tricked the two children into going home, saying that the saint would indeed come today, but a conflict might break out, and she was worried that the children would get hurt.

When her mother was still a saint, a girl broke into the temple, intending to steal offerings. Stealing from a temple was a capital offense. The girl was young and helpless, so her mother carried her out of the temple and gave her some treats.

Perhaps, the two children in front of us... are the descendants of that girl from back then.

The group continued to follow the saintess.

On the way, we ran into an old friend of my mother's. The sweet cookies that she loved to eat as a child were brought back by this old woman. It was such a nostalgic taste.

[Paimon: What's the principle behind this? The current star cleared obstacles for the past Tirispius, so someone in the past must have helped, but it wasn't a star?]

Wendy: History cannot be changed, but the power of the stars comes from the Star God of Memory, which can slightly influence Onpharos's past, as was the case with Nicardoli before.

[Feng Jin: Under normal circumstances, the power of time couldn't achieve this, Xingbao, you are special.]

[Gui Naifen: I don't understand. I'm seeking a detailed explanation online.]

[Star: Shouldn't the saint in the eyes of passersby be the grown-up Tibo? Why are we seeing a child version of her?]

[Aglaia: Because my teachers and the others no longer remember what they looked like back then.]

[Star: I deserve to die.]

[Tian: Haha, Little Grey, aren't you curious about what we'll look like when we grow up? We'll be big sisters like Aya!]

[Zhe: Um... I want to watch it too.]

[Ling: Don't even think about it. I'll tell Yao Jiayin and Ya. Don't forget, you and Ya have a verbal engagement.]

Nicole: As expected of a succubus rope maker, she's good with both men and women.

After a brief exchange, the saintess arrived at the temple entrance.

The holy city guards blocked his way, "Your Majesty, the Janus Treasury is under renovation today..."

She smiled sweetly, "That's even better, no one will bother me and my mom while we chat."

The guard sighed, “...Very well. May Janus show you the way.”

Witnessing the past, Bai E asked, "What is the Treasury of Janus?"

Tinin explained, "It's where Janus's heart is located, the place where the fire is kept, just to the left... that's also where Tirispeius was born."

As she spoke, her illusory figure traveled through the left passage to the treasure vault.

As Bai Er walked, he asked, "Tirisippius... speaking of which, what does that name mean?"

“A person with three lives,” Tinin said. “The mother believed that the birth of the child was a blessing from the three Titans of Destiny, and this name represents her gratitude.”

"Now it seems... perhaps it was fate."

Soon, the Vault of Janus came into view, surrounded by attendants and guards. However, because of her status as a saint, she easily entered the vault.

Although her power has been stripped away, she still retains her status as a saintess.

Chapter 358 See you tomorrow

In the center of the treasure vault, a flame emitting a soft glow floated in mid-air, surrounded by flowing golden ribbons of light.

“Finally…” Tirispius was still overwhelmed with emotion, the spark that countless people admired was right before her eyes.

“Tilisipius…you’ve come.”

“…Janus, I knew you still had a shred of reason left. Sure enough…you've been imprisoned too.”

“Come forward, and you will bury yourself with your own hands…bury the gods, and the fate that governs us.”

“No, Janus…” Her gaze was firm as she slowly approached the flame. “I came here… to take over your destiny.”

"With the fervor of the lamb and with my right hand gripping the blade, I bear witness... I am Tirispeius, who hears the prophecy, speaks the prophecy, and confirms the prophet—"

"—I, the saint of Janusapolis, the walker of all paths, have come to take up your mission."

Janus's voice brushed past her ear, "Those who guide the world will have their souls shattered and broken into a thousand pieces, like glass shattered on the ground..."

The saintess remained true to her original intention: "This suits me perfectly. This is destined to be a long journey, but with a thousand versions of myself as my companions, I will never be alone."

Janus asked again, "Even if you bear the flame, you will be far from the glory of becoming a god; the path will always be accompanied by dust, and even the blade of a mortal can coerce you..."

“It’s alright.” She looked directly at the brilliant flames, her attitude resolute. “My hands were not born to wield spears, but my feet were born to serve all living beings.”

What she did was unprecedented; for humankind to wield divine power was utterly absurd.

This belief deeply moved Janus: "Even so, the pursuit of fire is a journey of constant loss: in all of that, life is not worth cherishing..."

"Time will erode character, pathways will crumble the body, scales will weigh separation, until the end approaches..."

"Woman burdened with three destinies...Are you truly ready?"

Tirispyos stepped forward, reaching out to touch the flame, demonstrating her resolve through action. "Of course, Titan. Let this prophecy shatter me—"

"—And let me pave countless paths for this destroyed world!"

Even if she were shattered into a thousand pieces, she would still have no regrets.

"That's...very good..."

Janus's last vestiges of reason were on the verge of collapse; its embers drifted toward Tirispius, its divine power surging into her body. Countless shattered Titan symbols flashed through her mind, frame after frame of images etched with divine messages, interspersed with strange, piercing sounds.

"Overthrow the gods—/Return the fire—"

"Bear divine authority—/Forge miracles—"

"Go hunt—/Go mourn—"

"Go hunt down our comrades—/Go mourn our fate—"

"Go and guide the souls of the gods—/Go and nourish the paradise with the spirits of the gods—"

However, you must remember—/However, you should remember—

"Everyone will part from one man, but he alone will witness miracles—"

"This is—the will of fate—"

[Bai'er: Only one person can survive to the end and witness the re-creation. But why... why must such a heavy price be paid! Lai Gushi, you tampered with the oracle, using us as experimental data.]

【*Mei: Paradise?】