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

[Qingque: If she feels lost in the future, then return to the very beginning, to where her initial wish was. With that, they will complete a closed loop, forever moving towards tomorrow.]

[Aglaia: We all firmly believe in the future promised by the oracle, and that we will reunite in the new world. However, it seems that no one will believe it now.]

[Robin: After all, who would have thought that behind the scenes it was just a testing ground for geniuses? Reality is crueler than any divine decree.]

[Hugo: Ha, the girl imprisoned for over twenty years, her final answer was indeed to save all living beings. What an irony, while those sinners remain free and at ease, even enjoying a future that is not theirs.]

[Little Candle: Please don't be impatient, everyone. Caesar's army is already at the city gates. Those disgusting parasites have already died under the soldiers' swords, and their corpses have sunk into the sea, fulfilling their final purpose.]

[Kines: Tyrant, tyrant! One day you will die because of this, and people will not sing for you, they will only cheer for your death.]

[Little Candle: Hmph, I'd love to, provided you can survive.]

[Little Fish Knight: This generation's Katniss has been brought to justice. Should Caesar pursue and eliminate them all?]

[Little Candle: Leave some survivors. I want them to watch me conquer all of Onpharos, and even wage war against the stars.]

Tirispyos seemed to hear Tinin's words, "Yes...you will remember, and then make up your mind to help yourself return to the original door."

The girl looked ahead again, no longer hesitant, and threw herself into the path of chasing fire.

"From here, I will embark on a long journey."

"From here on, you have embarked on a long journey home."

"The prophecy of fate reveals this to Tirispeius: You will be shattered into a thousand pieces and wither in the soil of a foreign land."

"So, if you feel lost, come back here. I left my initial wishes here, waiting for you—myself—to pick them up again."

Bai'er finally understood that what supported Tibo and the others was never external things, but the wish they left at the beginning of their journey. Whenever their future selves felt lost, they would come back to find this memory.

She left herself a tomorrow.

Upon hearing Tirispius's message, Xing and Bai'er felt a tremor in their hearts, tears welling up in their eyes. How romantic this was!

“Don’t worry,” Tinin comforted her. “Although we have long been accustomed to loss, Tirispeius will never forget her determination and vows.”

"None of us have forgotten."

"The pursuit of fire is a journey of constant loss, and in all of that, life is insignificant."

"The blood of the lamb will not be shed in vain, just as it was for me and my mother."

Tirispeius: "The libation that is poured out will be repaid, just as my right hand, which holds the blade, is not a mere formality."

Tinin: "Having traversed the myriad gates of Janus, we will surely—"

Tirispius: "Riding the west wind, spreading its wings and flying far away."

She remembered everything, including the words she had left for herself when she first set off: the pursuit of fire would not end, and as long as there was one Tibo left in the world, she would still choose to go to the future.

[Rin: The dialogue between the past and the future is truly romantic. They have held fast to their original aspirations for a thousand years without wavering. I cannot judge them, for they, as human beings, stand shoulder to shoulder with the divine.]

[Bai'er: Teacher Tibao... I understand. I will carry everyone's wishes and begin the re-creation. I will no longer have any doubts and will resolutely pursue my destined fate until death.]

[Wan Di: You have finally overcome hatred; the fate of the world will now rest on your shoulders. Savior, keep going!]

[Bai E: Heh... This time, he must be genuinely calling me a savior.]

[Wan Di: Suspended Edge's dictionary doesn't contain...]

[Star: Is there no sincerity? Or is there no savior?]

[Wan Di: ...Why wasn't it withdrawn?]

[Paimon: Oh my god. This suddenly brings the image of a king with countless enemies back to the mortal realm, which doesn't suit your image at all.]

[Charlotte: Ms. Tibbo, what is your opinion of the student, Bai Er?]

[Tibo: Ah…is this the interview you were talking about? Xiaobai, Xiaobai, his history is terrible, he's practically the dumbest student I've ever taught. But he's growing up quickly, and apart from being a little mischievous occasionally, he's quite well-behaved.]

[Bai'er: This...it's really not my fault, Teacher Tibo. I just have no interest in history. Is it because I'm cursed by Eulonius?]

[Eulonis: *Omphalos swears*, I'm not taking the blame.]

Chapter 361 The Greatest Prophecy

Bai E placed his hand on his chest. "This... is your answer."

Only Tirispius remains in the scene; the answer Behe ​​sought was one she had kept for herself from the very beginning.

“That’s right, in the name of the three phases of fate: this is my response, with no room for repentance.”

"Now, whether the gods are pleased or not... I will go forth to the suffering of humankind."

"If I can truly break through the darkest place in the world... let us reunite at the end of the fragrant west wind."

She did not do it for herself or for the gods, but only to bring hope to people in despair. Even though her fate was already sealed, she still went without hesitation until she reached the sea of ​​flowers her mother had promised.

That must be the happiest place in Onphalus.

[Year 3760 of the Light Calendar, Long Night Moon.]

The saint Tirispeius of Janus, to quell the chaos in the world, bore the flame and became a demigod of Janus.

She passed through the Gate of a Thousand Paths, splitting into a thousand messengers to deliver the divine oracle of creation to the land of Onphalus.

[After a century of arduous journey... the year 3870, Freedom Month.]

Humanity's pursuit of fire has officially begun.

[Jingyuan: Reminiscing about the Past. A truly admirable saint; may Onphalus be safe and sound.]

[Tibo: Thank you, General Jingyuan.]

[Fu Xuan: General, what a refined taste you have! I've been so troubled by the recent changes in the world that I can't sleep at night. You, on the other hand, get up later than me, go to bed earlier than me, and still have the mind to watch videos!]

[Qingque: Lord Diviner, what are you doing here?]

[Fu Xuan: Ahem, I just wanted to see if the form of the Gatefire Seed could be used on the Qiong Guan Formation to better predict the fortunes of the Immortal Ship.]

[Nasita: I have never forgotten.]

[Fou: I finally understand. Wan Di is returning home, Ti Bao is embarking on a long journey. They both gave everything for the pursuit of fire.]

[Robin: Yes, who can remember an unfulfilled wish across a thousand years?]

[Sunday: Sister, I will always remember.]

[Star: Just don't bring the choir again, I don't want to feel the sun's power again.]

[Bai Er: Partner, what about me?]

[Star: You could also be the moon. Hmm... that doesn't quite suit your personality.]

[Tian: Mom will definitely be waiting for us on that silvery-white shallow beach. Tian wants to go find Mom first...]

[Xia Die: Lord Tian, ​​I will protect you and will not let you get hurt.]

[Tian: Haha, Little Butterfly, Little Gray, let's go to the Golden Bath, Tian wants to play in the water.]

[Star: No problem, I'll be right there.]

Let's turn our attention back to Tibo.

Xia Die lowered her eyes, her pupils seemingly reflecting the gray clouds. "Lady Tibo, do you still think... everything will be alright by tomorrow?"

“Yes, Tian would say the same thing,” Tibao affirmed.

"Excuse me for being offensive, but..."

“Lady Tibo, you know perfectly well… that ‘see you tomorrow’ was just a white lie.” She shook her head. “I don’t want your strength to be just a forced smile and loneliness.”

Tibo looked over with sparkling eyes and said sincerely, "Adie, that's not a lie."

"See you tomorrow... is the greatest prophecy in the world."

"A prophecy...?" Xiaodie didn't understand.

Tibo put her hand to her ear and said, “Listen: In every moment, in every corner of this land, there are people waiting for this prophecy to be fulfilled.”

"It may be just a few heroes who bring tomorrow to the new world. But the prophecy that leads everyone toward tomorrow belongs to every one of Onphalus."

Xia Die looked worried. "But not everyone has the chance to make it to tomorrow. How can such words be called prophecy?"

“Because people believe it will happen. People try to believe it will happen,” Tibbo said gently. “Even though the world is in such a precarious state now, everyone is still doing their best to go further and move towards tomorrow.”

"It is precisely for this reason that a saintly woman will guide people to the way of tomorrow—that is why the prophecy of Janusapolis will be presented in the form of a path."

"Fate is not the result, but the process. It is not a flower that grows at the end of the road..."

"Instead, after stepping through the gate, people make their own paths toward the sea of ​​flowers."

Xia Die sighed softly, wondering what tomorrow held for her.

Tibo smiled, "So, Butterfly... if there's anything you can't figure out, just leave it for tomorrow."

"There has never been any difference between demigods and humans. The troubles that each person faces can only be solved by their future selves."

"Thinking through the long night, waiting for dawn in our thoughts, and then taking steps when dawn breaks... Those who stop will remain in the darkness behind them, but those who move forward will not feel fear."

She turned and smiled at Tian, ​​"Because Tirispyos has walked this path, spreading prophecies..."

"Calling for the rising sun...and the tomorrow it will eventually bring."

White petals fell like snowflakes as Tibo knelt on the ground and prayed, "Now, we will continue our journey and face our destiny."

“We will cross the ruins of the gods and wander among mortals. In this way, we will dispel the dark fog of Onphalus.”

In her illusion, Tian was already holding Tirispius's hand, basking in the sunlight over a sea of ​​flowers, waiting for their arrival so they could go to that wonderful new world together.

"And finally, everyone will reach that silvery-white shallows, the end of the journey, a brand new world and tomorrow. There is no wind, snow, cold, or rain, and no one will be infected by sadness."

"We made a promise to meet again at the end of the west wind, where the flowers are in full bloom."

See you tomorrow, Tian.

"Well, see you tomorrow!"

In a daze, it seemed as if Tian, ​​the person in front of her, was actually responding to her.

[Fou: See you tomorrow, everyone.]

Paimon: Okay, see you tomorrow.

[Ring: This truly is the greatest prophecy. See you tomorrow, everyone.]

See you tomorrow, Tirispius.

Wendy: Every time we part, we can say "see you tomorrow," because we will meet again tomorrow. "See you tomorrow" is a prophecy that can be fulfilled; it is tangible than any vague oracles.

[Yi Xuan: Heroes create tomorrow for Onphalus, and the oracle leads you into tomorrow. Humanity, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will never give up.]

[Ya: Becoming a hero is painful; you also lose your mother.]

[Navia: I hope the people of Ohma will live up to the sacrifices of the Golden Blood; they were pushing the journey of fire forward with their lives.]

[Saifei: There is no night in Ohm, tomorrow always exists.]

[Walter: This is the best gift the saint left to Onphalus... As long as you believe tomorrow will come, you will never lack the courage to fight.]

[Lagushi: A moving scene; I have never denied your value.]

Gallagher: A tribute to an imperfect tomorrow!

[Bai'er: If Onphalus has no meaning, then we shall give it meaning, meaning to its existence.]

Beneath the statue of Kelp, Naksha looked up, her eyes devoid of any respect. "Ha..."

Cerseis, dressed in a withered yellow dress, floated behind him. "Son of man, are you waiting for the night to come?"

“Night cannot fall on Ohma,” Naksha said coldly.

"That is why your standing here so foolishly is in vain."

Chapter 362 Broken Soul

Xia said coldly, "...To be honest, I never expected the famous Titan of Rationality to have such a face."

“Oh dear… this is all thanks to you,” Sersis said with a vivid metaphor. “If your soul hadn’t been as prickly as a hedgehog, how could I have become like this?”

"If you could be more tactful, I wouldn't have to constantly be met with your sharp retorts, and I could be more willing to offer you advice."

At that moment, Xia was filled with anger and turned around to retort, "Isn't this all because you insisted on planting the fire in my body... Forget it, just say what you want to say, stop being sarcastic."