The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

Russell despised Anacharsagoras's disregard for his own life, but his disgust was mixed with a touch of respect—he was willing to risk his life to seek the truth of creation.

During this week of preparation, Anacharsagoras apparently used some kind of secret technique to temper his heart into a strange stone, which at the same time ensured his own immortality.

As Anacharsagoras approached the Titanic Fire of Reason, which he had longed for, he respectfully handed the stone to Russell.

"A stone forged from your own heart?" Russell's face returned to its usual smile, tinged with respect for the dying. "You're not planning to give this to me as a parting gift, are you? I have no interest in bloody things."

“Haha, Great Sage.” Anacharsagoras’s tone was unusually polite. “How could this gift be for you? You probably don’t need such a thing. Nor do you want such a thing.”

"Then, for whom is it?" Russell pressed.

“The Butterfly,” Anacharsagoras uttered the name.

"Reason?" Russell's gaze sharpened.

“They need this stone to locate the location of the Death Titan Cenatos and reclaim His embers.”

“As everyone knows, the traces of the Death Titan are hard to find. Only the pure aura of the dead can once again open the gates to the River Styx.” Anacharsagoras’s voice carried a sacrificial fervor. “According to my research, His slumbering place is in Styxia.”

"Although that place was conquered by the power of death long ago and is now shrouded in the Black Tide, Aglaia will surely have a way to solve this problem. If she can't figure it out, then there's no need to continue the journey to pursue the fire." His tone became stiff, even tinged with a hint of disgust as he retorted.

Russell didn't ask any further questions, simply nodding. Since it was Anacharsagoras's request, he would grant it.

Then, Anaxazargoras initiated the process of fusing the Fire Seed. He respectfully held the Fire Seed in his hands, observed it for a few seconds, and then forcefully shoved it into the empty space of his heart.

In an instant, a dazzling light burst forth, just like the scene when Tibo merged with Janus's fire. Russell could clearly hear Anacharsagoras clenching his teeth and making a gurgling sound.

Clearly, the fusion process brought unimaginable pain. However, this pain did not last long; after about seven or eight minutes, the light gradually dimmed.

Anacharsagoras lay on the ground, panting heavily, spitting out a mouthful of golden blood. But his face was filled with unparalleled satisfaction.

He couldn't help but lie on the ground and laugh wildly, even though each laugh was accompanied by excruciating pain throughout his body.

He knew very well that with his already incomplete body, fragmented soul, and lost heart, he was now nothing more than a living dead sustained by alchemy.

Forcibly fusing with the spark of this rational Titan completely shattered the delicate balance within him. He was about to be summoned to the River Styx, becoming one of the wandering spirits there.

However, Anacharsagoras made an even more astonishing request at this moment: "Before reporting to the River Styx... I need to go to Ohmar to see the perhaps fallen Titan, Cephall."

"Reason?" Russell's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

“I want to use the Resonating Flame to peer into the memories of this Titan of the Necrotic World.” Anacharsagoras’s eyes burned with a final, almost frantic flame of thirst for knowledge. “If I’m not mistaken, the final answer to the question of creation should lie deep within His memory.”

“You’re incredibly arrogant!” Russell’s tone turned cold. “In Ohm, your behavior is tantamount to the most serious overstepping of authority. You’d be burned alive to ashes.”

"So what?" Anacharsagoras grinned, revealing an almost ferocious smile. "I'm already a dead man anyway, why should I care about anything else?"

"Besides, I am only one step away from touching the ultimate truth, Great Sage... Aren't you curious? Won't you help me?"

"If you were to intervene, I'm afraid Aglaia wouldn't refuse. If it were me, Aglaia would only lock me up and send me back."

"..." Russell was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Your personality is really annoying. In the past three thousand years, there are very few people who can make me say the word 'annoying'."

"How long can you hold on in your current state?"

“At most… fifteen days. After fifteen days, the call of the River Styx will be irresistible.” Anacharsagoras’s voice was tinged with weariness, but the flame in his eyes did not go out.

“Fifteen days…” Russell repeated, his gaze returning to the madman on the ground who had burned himself out for knowledge, leaving not even ashes behind.

Finally, he made a decision.

"Tomorrow," Russell's voice regained its calmness, yet carried an undeniable power, "come with me to Ohma tomorrow. Let's go and see if the answer you seek truly exists in the memories of that Titan of the Necromancer. Hopefully... your madness will yield a worthwhile answer."

Upon hearing this, Anacharsagoras struggled to sit up, his face, which had been contorted with pain, now radiated a pure light, like an explorer about to step into the final secret realm.

He replied hoarsely, "Ha... Well then... Thank you, Great Sage. The price? Any price... is worth it as long as it leads to the truth!"

His voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying an almost tragic resolve. Russell looked at him, a complex mix of emotions—disgust, respect, a hint of pity, and intense curiosity about the unknown answer—intertwined, ultimately culminating in a silent sigh.

"If your sister saw you like this, I wonder if she would regret sending you to the Tree Garden in the first place."

"Hmph." Xia gave a cold snort, but the reminiscing expression on her face was completely genuine.

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Amber Medicine Scroll: Chapter Thirty-Six - Glimpse of the Truth

At noon, the Divine Tree Garden's convoy arrived in Ohmma once again. More than ten years had passed since Russell last gave a speech in Ohmma.

During this time, the journey to the fire has progressed relatively smoothly, and they have successfully returned six Titan sparks. The seventh—the spark of the War Titan—is about to become their next target.

The Titan of Strife, Nikkadori, has recently awakened for reasons unknown, but has fallen into utter madness and bloodlust. His divine blade is no longer aimed at Strife itself, but has instead unleashed a bloody massacre upon the Onphalus.

Therefore, this former guardian has become a threat that the Fire Chaser must confront. As the new king of the Suspended Ones, Wan Di is ready to face his destiny.

This determination was forged through the encouragement and support of his companions, and also stemmed from Russell's profound and subtle influence on the culture of the entire Suspended Peak City.

More importantly, Russell's powerful speech in Ohma back then truly ignited the flame of fear in Wan Di's heart.

He would eventually have to confront the shadows of the past; Onphalus couldn't wait any longer. He had no choice but to force himself forward.

Soon after, Ohmar will organize an expeditionary force to go to Haunted City and end the Titan who was once the guardian of Haunted City but has now brought calamity.

However, on this trip, their ruler Russell made a request that surprised even Agrea: he wanted the scholar Anacharsagoras to have close contact with the remains of the Necromancer Titan Cephale.

Upon hearing the name, Aglaia instinctively frowned, a sense of annoyance rising within her. This guy was incredibly arrogant, and his sharp tongue was the most venomous she had ever encountered in a thousand years.

However, considering that this was a request made personally by Bertrand Russell, and there must be a deeper meaning behind it, she gritted her teeth and agreed.

As for the Senate's opinion? They probably wouldn't dare to voice it. Russell's speech back then had already eliminated the possibility of the Senate using the people as a shield.

In Ohm, Aglaia is now the true leader. The remnants of the Senate, led by Kennis, are nothing but rats hiding in the gutter, capable of only paying lip service while secretly resisting.

If they dare to do anything outrageous... the withered corpses nailed to crosses in the wilderness outside the city will be the most direct warning.

With faltering steps, Anacharsagoras finally made his way to his long-awaited goal—the massive, silent remains of the Titan Cephalus, the Necromancer.

He gazed up at the colossal object, his heart surging with indescribable emotions, as if countless questions would soon be answered upon contact.

However, his thoughts were disturbed by a persistent, ethereal female voice.

"Your madness truly surpasses that of my disciple. To be able to deceive him is quite remarkable. However, your taste... your preference for earth beasts is truly perplexing."

"The guy who wouldn't sleep without hugging the Earth Beast when he was a kid has become so crazy. Tsk tsk." The voice of the rational Titan Thersis echoed directly in the depths of his consciousness.

"Didn't anyone tell you that it's extremely impolite to casually look into someone else's memories?"

After forcibly fusing with the rational Titan's spark, Thrax's remaining consciousness formed a subtle coexistence with Anacharsagoras's shattered soul within this broken body.

Perhaps Anacharsagoras had already torn his soul into hundreds of pieces for various experiments, leaving enough empty space to accommodate the remnant soul of this Titan.

When Serhith, through Anacharsagoras's senses, "saw" the weariness and vicissitudes that had settled on Russell's face, His consciousness involuntarily turned over the fragments of Anacharsagoras's memories.

In an instant, countless images and emotions surged forth: the pain of a lonely quest that went unrecognized over the long years; Ceres fell silent, and a rare, clear pity and compassion rose within that unchanging rational consciousness.

On that long, dark road, alone with a candle in hand, trudging along for three thousand years... this child has truly endured immense suffering. He has, in a way, truly lived up to his path.

However, Ceres had no interest in chatting with this student. Because in Nash's memories, He too saw Onpharos on the verge of destruction.

There's no need for small talk with Russell at this moment; everything should be approached with rational thought.

In just one day, Anacharsagoras had quite a few arguments with the landlord who resided in his consciousness.

One is sharp-tongued and sarcastic, the other is logically rigorous and eloquent; their clashes often end in a stalemate where neither can convince the other.

“Hmph,” Anacharsagoras responded with a cold snort in his mind, “Like it or not, I’m a dying man anyway, so say what you will. Besides, your incessant chatter in my head is really annoying.”

Cersis ignored his complaints. At that moment, behind Anaxazargoras stood a group of solemnly observing Golden Blood.

Although Aglaia had absolute trust in her senior Russell, she remained highly wary of the scholar before her, who had madness etched into his very bones.

Anacharsagoras didn't care about such vigilance; they were just a bunch of guys who were about to witness the completion of their great task.

He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the tearing pain coursing through his body and to block out the incessant chatter of the rational Titan in his mind, as well as the constant call of the Styx.

All his attention was focused on the Necromancer Titan Cephalus.

He could feel the forcibly embedded spark of reason pulsating in his chest at an unprecedented frequency, resonating with the silent Titan remains before him in some indescribable way.

This resonance was not a sound, but more like a spatial tremor, a whisper at the level of laws, directly shaking the remaining fragments of his soul.

He slowly raised his trembling hand, not to touch the massive, mountain-like remains—they were too far away.

He wanted to guide the power of the spark within him that belonged to Cesis, to try to probe the possible fragments of consciousness or memory imprints remaining deep within the remains of Cephalus.

This act, in the eyes of the Ohmans, was nothing short of the most serious blasphemy. Had Russell not been present, the Golden Clan's blade would likely have already severed him.

"Are you ready, madman?" Sersis's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of seriousness. "Cephale's memories... the weight of the world is far beyond your imagination. Your soul is already extremely fragile. If you are not careful, you will be completely annihilated, and you will not even have the right to return to the River Styx."

"Hmph, so long-winded." Anacharsagoras gritted his teeth, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead, a result of both physical pain and the intense mental pressure.

"I've already risked my life, what's a little risk compared to this? What does annihilation matter? As long as I can glimpse the ultimate truth... this price is worth it!"

Without further hesitation, he concentrated all his remaining mental energy, as if guiding a raging torrent, and carefully probed the power of the rational spark within him into Kefaller's memories.

In that moment, he received the answer he had been seeking for over a decade. The answer was astonishing. At the same time, it was a sense of liberation for him.

The Golden Blood of the past are the Titans of this life. And the Golden Blood of this life will be the Titans of the next life.

This news was absolutely explosive. For a moment, Xia forgot all his pain again. He raised his arms as if embracing the purest truth of the world, and laughed heartily.

"The truth of this world! I have revealed it! Hahahaha..."

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Amber Medicine Scroll: Chapter Thirty-Seven - Farewell Between Teacher and Student

At that moment, Xia finally touched upon the ultimate answer to his more than ten years of research: there is an eternal cycle between the Goldenborn and the Titans.

Everything related to this cycle will be reshaped in the memories of the next Negative Titan.

So, is Onphalus itself a world that is constantly in a cycle of reincarnation?

The answer is yes. If this conclusion holds true, the Golden Descendants of the previous life also accomplished the great feat of re-creation. Therefore, in this life, they will inevitably reach the same end.

Re-creation is the only solution to break the endless cycle of Onphalus.

This shocking conclusion left even the usually unrestrained scholar speechless for a moment. But he clearly felt the call of the River Styx growing stronger.

But so what? He has resolved the question that had plagued him for over a decade, completed his mission, and added a crucial spark to the journey of fire-chasing.

How could this not be exhilarating? For a scholar who has dedicated his life to seeking knowledge, this is the ultimate satisfaction.

This golden-blooded man, who faced death with equanimity, shared everything with his companions. Then, under everyone's gaze, he laughed heartily, slowly closed his eyes, and continued his debate with the rational Titan in his mind.

The Golden Descendants present were all shocked, their gazes turning to Bai Er, who bore the name of savior, as if deep in thought.

Wan Di thought to himself: If this guy is the future Titan of the Negative World, with his terrible historical record and bizarre understanding, what kind of bizarre and fantastical world would he recreate? It would probably be even wilder than unofficial history.

Aglaia, however, was worried: If Bai'e became the Titan of Negation, would the world in the next life be shaped into a catastrophic yellow and purple color scheme? Would the subconscious of all living beings even believe that yellow and purple were the most perfect combination?

Thinking about this, she felt her extinguished humanity was about to revive, and suddenly felt that such a world was really not that great.

Bai E felt uncomfortable being stared at by everyone and scratched his head: "Uh... everyone, please don't stare at me like that, it's kind of awkward."

"Can I not keep an eye on you?" Wan Di coldly interjected, "A guy who failed history three times in a row is actually the future Negative World Titan. Just thinking about the new world you're creating is truly despairing."

“Absolutely not. I will remember all of you and bring you to the new world. This is my promise as your savior.” Bai Er struck a cool pose, as if declaring his power to all enemies.

“I doubt you can even remember a few of us,” Wan Di continued, “let alone shape a new world. Savior, for the sake of stability in the re-creation, I think it is very necessary for you to return to the Divine Tree Court to rewrite history.”

"That won't be necessary..."

“No need for that,” Russell added gently. “I will send a condensed version of the textbook to Ohmma so that Byr can study hard and memorize the key points of history within ten years.” He was equally worried about what strange shape Byr would mold him into in that unknown new world.

Bai E's wailing immediately rang out. In combat, he was evenly matched with Wan Di; but in terms of learning, any Golden Descendant could easily crush him.

Russell was also filled with curiosity. He began to imagine what identity he would be reborn as in the new world.

This impending re-creation has instilled in people a peculiar sense of anticipation.

Just then, Xia suddenly opened her eyes, her demeanor completely transformed.

His gaze fell on Russell with an unprecedented, almost indulgent tenderness.

This sudden change sent chills down the spines of the other Golden Clan members, who were bewildered by the scholar's intentions. When he finally spoke, they were even more astonished.

He walked straight to Russell, his tone calm yet profound: "If the prophecy comes true, I would prefer to see you inherit my will and become a new rational Titan, rather than that arrogant and annoying fellow."

"The test for him will be even more difficult. As for you..." His voice softened, "you can inherit at any time if you wish. It's a pity that someone as brilliant as you is not destined to be a golden descendant."