Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

"Tell me, White Calamity of Arimitshes! In order to illuminate the so-called new world, are you prepared to become the blazing sun that burns everything—even if the flames of this sun will eventually burn everything in the world, including everything you hate and cherish?"

This question struck Bai E's heart like a heavy hammer. But he did not hesitate, his eyes burning with unwavering conviction, as he forcefully pressed down on "Invading the Dawn" in his hand, even though the other's hand holding the sword remained as still as a mountain.

"If this dark and desolate apocalypse must be illuminated! If this is the only way!" Bai E's voice was resolute, filled with unwavering determination, "Then I will be the rising sun, dispelling all gloom!"

“Is that so…” Caislana seemed to murmur. Then, his sword-wielding hand merely trembled casually—

An irresistible, immense force surged through the sword like a tsunami. Bai E felt his entire arm go numb instantly, and "Qin Chen" almost flew out of his hand. He staggered backward uncontrollably, looking utterly disheveled.

Just then, Aglaia shouted, and countless "romantic" golden threads appeared around Caislana like a net, wrapping around his limbs and torso, trying to bind him tightly.

At the same time, the River of Death, stirred up by the butterfly, silently spread to the area beneath Caislana's feet. Countless purplish-black hands, formed from resentment and death, burst forth from the river, grabbing his legs and dragging him downwards!

"Lord Bai'e, make your move!" On the other side, Wan Di blasted the last broken container clone into pieces with a single punch. Sai Fei'er, He Se Yin, and the others were still entangled, but they used their power to create an excellent opportunity for Bai'e!

Bai E's eyes narrowed, he suppressed his surging blood and qi, gripped "Qin Chen" tightly with both hands, and rushed forward again with lightning speed!

However, instead of thrusting the sword directly at his opponent's vitals, he flicked his wrist sharply, aiming directly at—

With a soft sound, the cold metal mask covering the Fire Thief's face was precisely flicked away by the tip of "Dawn's" sword, tumbling to the side.

The face beneath the mask was exposed without any concealment to Bai E and all the Golden Blood who witnessed this scene.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Bai E's pupils contracted sharply, and all his movements froze in that instant.

He stared intently at that face, his mind blank, as if struck by lightning.

That face... though covered with fine cracks, like porcelain about to shatter, it also exuded an inhuman eeriness and deathly stillness.

But the contours of that face, those eyebrows and eyes, that nose... he recognized it at a glance—it was himself!

"How...how could this be..." Bai E's voice was dry and hoarse, filled with disbelief, shock, and bewilderment. His hand, gripping "Dawn's Invasion," began to tremble uncontrollably. He was...the Fire Thief who had repeatedly attacked his companions?

A long, complex sigh suddenly echoed across the battlefield. The sound carried endless vicissitudes, weariness, and a trace of deep-seated pain.

"Let me tell you the truth."

The figure that Bai E most wanted to see, yet also most feared to see at this moment, appeared silently before all the Golden Descendants, accompanied by this sigh.

Bai E stiffly turned his neck, looking at the "Fire Thief" in front of him who was almost identical to himself and whose face was covered with cracks, and then at the newly appeared figure that haunted his dreams yet broke his heart.

He felt as if something was tightly choking his throat, and his voice became hoarse and weak.

"Xi...Lian...?"

Chapter 250, "See you tomorrow," is Onpharos's biggest lie.

Xi Lian raised her head, gazing at the sky where dawn and dusk met. She slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke:

"Finally, let me, like in the past...33,550,335 reincarnations, reveal the truth of Onpharos..."

Xi Lian suddenly fell silent.

She turned her head sharply, casting her gaze toward Ohmma, a hint of unprecedented urgency and gravity flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She could sense that her time was running out...

It was at this moment that Tibao, who had been silent in the group, suddenly raised her head, her little face instantly filled with lingering fear and deep-seated terror.

"Aya! Ohma... Ohma's in trouble!!!"

"Something happened in Ohma?" Upon hearing this, Krydira's petite body tensed instantly. Her instinct as a ruler compelled her to immediately press, "What about the people in the city...?"

"Sigh..." Xi Lian let out a soft sigh filled with weariness and helplessness, interrupting Krydela's worries.

"No need to worry, Lord Caesar. Your people... will not be in any danger."

She paused, then added, "At least... not at this moment."

A "Gate of a Hundred Realms" that shimmered with spatial fluctuations opened up without warning right beside everyone!

Immediately afterwards, the two figures and dozens of small Tirispius fell rather awkwardly onto the dusty ground of the Eye of Dawn and Dusk, as if they had been squeezed out of a small space.

"Cough cough..." Xing was the first to stand up, habitually patting the dust off her clothes, and looked around blankly. "Hey, everyone's here... It's quite lively."

Her gaze swept across the crowd, quickly settling on Xi Lian and Bai E, a look of surprise on her face.

"Huh? Partner! Xi Lian is back? That's great!" Her gaze then fell curiously on the silent Kauslana to the side, and she blinked.

"Why did she bring you back a life-size stone statue of you? The craftsmanship is really good, the details are quite accurate, it's just a pity that there's a crack on the face..."

Suddenly, Xing's gaze fell upon the iconic black robe worn by Caislan.

The smile on her face froze instantly, replaced by deep vigilance.

"Wait a minute, that outfit... you're the Fire Thief?!"

The next second, she fully realized what was happening. Almost reflexively, the Flame Spear and the baseball bat appeared in her hands at the same time, the sharp tips of the spears pointing straight at Caiuslana!

"Hey! You cunning Fire Thief! I can tell you're not human at first glance!" Xing shouted, trying to mask his shock with his imposing manner. "You dare to try and fool me with my partner's face? Do you think I'd believe such a clumsy imitation?!"

"Xing, don't get so excited." Dan Heng's calm voice rang out. He held the Ji Yun sword, his sharp gaze sweeping across the entire area, keenly capturing the heavy and oppressive atmosphere in the air. "The atmosphere right now... is very strange."

Xi Lian's gaze passed over the tense Xing and landed on Mimi, who was floating beside her.

A complex and indescribable emotion flashed in the depths of Xi Lian's eyes, a mixture of guilt and reluctance.

Her plan might be worthy of Bai Mo and the survival of billions of lives in Onfaros, but it was the only thing that... she was sorry for this innocent little guy.

"Let me tell you."

When Xi Lian spoke again, her voice was tinged with coldness.

Fine frost had formed in her azure pupils, making everyone present realize that Xi Lian was far more than just the ordinary "Years" demigod trainee they remembered.

"You must have already noticed," her voice echoed in the silent eyes of dawn and dusk.

"Onphalus's 'recreation' contains various incomprehensible and illogical elements."

Her gaze swept over each member of the Golden Descendants, revealing the confusion and unease hidden deep within their eyes.

“But the reason this is the case is that Onpharos is not a world waiting to be saved.” Her voice carried a chilling sharpness, as if revealing a cruel truth. “It is a world… that has completely embraced ‘destruction’.”

"Destruction?" Feng Jin looked confused. "You mean... our world is terminally ill and beyond saving?"

"Incurable disease?" A bitter smile curved Xi Lian's lips.

"That might be considered lucky. But Onfaros is not. It is a patient who has been declared dead. The only reason it is still 'alive' and that you can still sense its presence is because... someone is tightly gripping its already cold heart, forcibly preventing its last breath from completely dissipating."

Xi Lian closed her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to see the expressions that were about to appear on everyone's faces.

Then, she revealed to everyone present the despairing nature of Onphalus:

A world... destined to give birth to a Great Ruler of Annihilation.

A calculation... solely to prove that humans are unworthy of living.

And a path of no return... started by three people, allowing Onphalus to barely survive.

“You mean… everything we’ve done, everything we’ve believed…” For the first time, Sai Fei’er’s voice lost its usual vitality.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, like a withered leaf in the wind. "From beginning to end, it was all just a... lie?"

These two words, like the sharpest dagger, pierced through all the beliefs of the Golden Descendants.

The fact that this word came from the mouth of Cypher, a demigod who wields the power of "trickery," carried an extreme sense of irony.

She had never felt such fear and hatred for those two words as she did at that moment. She couldn't even bear to look at what they meant.

The idea of ​​re-creation is a lie. That beautiful new world has always been nothing more than a mirage floating above an abyss of despair; it never existed.

The journey to find fire is also a lie. They gather sparks of fire and hope, but the so-called re-creation can never truly take place.

This is not speculation or doubt, but a fact personally admitted by the "mastermind" who knows everything.

"Yes." Even Xi Lian couldn't offer any words of comfort at this moment.

Any pale consolation is the greatest insult to these warriors who bear the fate of the world in the face of such cruel truth.

What could she say? Was she supposed to say that the journey to the fire was important?

Is the friendship and growth they gained on their journey the real treasure? To comfort them, at least they made each other's lives in the apocalypse less lonely.

Do not make jokes.

If it were only for these reasons, they would never have resolutely taken on the responsibilities of a demigod, shouldered the hopes of countless lives, and embarked on this journey to seek fire.

They embarked on this journey not to seek a moment of peace or warmth for themselves in the apocalypse.

They became demigods for a tomorrow that would belong to all Onphalus beings.

Sorry, but "See you tomorrow" is actually Onphalus's biggest lie.

Because Onphalus never had a "tomorrow".

Chapter 251 The Delivery of Caislana

Dead silence. Utterly dead silence.

The howling wind of the Eyes of Dawn and Dusk could not dispel the confusion that permeated the hearts of every Golden Descendant.

Caislana, the "White Calamus" whose face was covered in cracks, silently raised his hand.

In his palm, eleven "sparks" belonging to this cycle slowly emerged, still radiating a warm and powerful light.

With a gentle push, these sparks, which once carried countless expectations, floated quietly before each Golden Descendant, like docile fireflies.

If they wished, they could bring all eleven sparks into their camp right now.

But what's the use?

A profound sense of absurdity gripped everyone. The "journey of chasing fire" they had risked their lives for, the goal they had fought so hard to collect, protect, and fight for, turned out to be nothing more than a meticulously orchestrated "playing house."

It is a soothing balm that allows these restless elements to "settle down" and wait for the final act in a script destined for destruction.

What should they do now?

Anger? Should we hate the "mastermind" behind this colossal lie that deceived countless beings in Onphalus through countless cycles of reincarnation—Kamuslana?

However, this thought was quickly overwhelmed by a deeper sense of powerlessness.

What right do they have to hate him?

Throughout Onphalus, from the demigods to every ordinary person struggling to survive in the apocalypse.

No one has the right to hate Kamerslana, nor the right to accuse Xilian and Kamerslana, the other two "masterminds" who dragged the world into an endless cycle.

Because, without their defying the heavens, Onphalus would have long since turned into cosmic dust in true and utter "destruction," and even this false cycle of reincarnation would have been a luxury.

Their "deception" is precisely what perpetuates the possibility of survival for everyone, no matter how cruel that survival may be.

Looking at the complex expressions on the faces of the Golden Descendants—a mixture of bewilderment, pain, the emptiness of a collapsed faith, and an inability to even justify their anger—Xi Lian's lips curled into an extremely bitter smile.

"As expected... in countless past cycles, when the truth was revealed, your expressions were exactly the same as now." Her voice was soft, yet it was like salt sprinkled on everyone's bleeding wounds.

“Time is running out, Bai’er.” Caislana suddenly spoke, breaking the suffocating silence. His voice was hoarse, yet carried an undeniable urgency.

"Wh...what?" Bai E was still deeply caught in the vortex of his overturned cognition and could hardly process this sudden information.

“The ‘Existence’ equation, represented by Bai Mo, will replace the original ‘Destruction’ equation ‘Breaking Out’,” Caislana explained, his voice low and suppressed.

"He is embarking on a path of no return. For himself and for all of Onfaros, it will be a path of utter destruction, a path of utter ruin."

Bai'er's heart clenched, as if he realized the unfinished words of Caislan. "So you want to..."

"This body, as a vessel bearing the embers of 'destruction,' has burned for far too long," Caislan stated calmly.

"It is about to be completely consumed, and its cracks are beyond repair. And if you want to face Bai Mo in your most complete and peak form, you must..."

He paused, his gaze sharp as he looked at Bai E. "Inherit everything from me. Inherit the power, memories, and... that power and pain of 'destruction' that I have accumulated through countless reincarnations."

Caiuslana slowly lowered the broken sword, still burning with embers, the metal striking the ground with a crisp sound.

Then, he opened his arms, adopting a posture of complete defense, accepting his fate. That posture was tragic and resolute.

Bai'er's breathing suddenly quickened, his heart churning with turbulent struggle. But soon, the belief in the "savior" regained its advantage, even though it felt so heavy at this moment.

He gripped "Dawn's Invasion" tightly with both hands, and the sword tip, which had been pointing at the ground, slowly rose and finally steadily pointed at Caislana.

"Leaving aside the fact that Bai Mo is the hero who saved my hometown and my family... just the fact that what he's doing now might drag Onfaros into an eternal silence more terrible than destruction..."

Bai Er's voice was resolute, every word carrying an unwavering will: "As the savior, I cannot stand idly by!"