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

The breeze, like an invisible hand, caressed the boundless wheat field again and again, weighing down the heavy ears of wheat and creating layers of waves.

The gentle, languid sun hung high in the sky, its rays bathing her in warmth, dispelling the coldness and suffocation she felt after witnessing the amber world.

In the distance, an ancient windmill slowly turns its enormous blades. On the horizon, a few fluffy white clouds seem frozen in time, drifting slowly at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

Here, even time seems to be affected by the tranquil atmosphere, flowing at an unusually slow pace.

The endless golden wheat field before me exudes a strange magic, like a warm and safe haven, making one want to hide deep inside.

It's as if once you curl up deep within these wheat fields, neither the strict teachers in the classroom nor the troubles and responsibilities you have to face can find you anymore.

A familiar and steady call pulled her back from her momentary reverie.

Xing looked around and quickly spotted his fellow train crew members not far away—Mr. Walter, Danheng, and the holographic projections of the two geniuses: the Great Black Tower and Screw Gum. But…why was Changyeyue, the one who had brought them here, nowhere to be seen?

"What... what's going on? Where's Changyeyue?" Xing scratched his head in confusion, trying to sort out his thoughts. "Also, shouldn't we be at the core of the cosmic vortex? How did we suddenly... end up in this wheat field?"

"I don't know." Dan Heng shook his head, his eyes remaining as wary as ever.

"The Memory Maker disappeared after bringing us into this space. Prepare for the worst, Star; this could be an elaborate trap designed to keep us here."

He was always so reliable, never stopping to think about the worst-case scenario while enjoying a moment of peace, and reminding his companions of it.

Xing followed Danheng toward the group.

As she drew closer, she heard the Great Black Tower standing with his arms crossed, stating his reasoning:

“The spatial structure, material composition, and even the particle feedback of light and smell here all have obvious characteristics of ‘memory quality’, but its stability and richness of detail far exceed ordinary memory fragments… This should be a highly stable memory world with a certain degree of autonomous evolutionary ability.”

She drew her conclusion, then waved her hand impatiently at the train crew, saying, "You won't get much out of this by just standing here. Go look around, unleash your 'exploratory' instincts as nameless travelers, don't act like naive tourists."

So the group began to move carefully through the waist-high golden wheat field, the wheat ears rubbing against their clothes, making a relaxing rustling sound.

Suddenly, Walter, who was walking in front, raised his arm and blocked the people behind him.

His eyes behind his glasses instantly became incredibly sharp, and his body tensed slightly, because he saw that face that had left such a deep impression on him once again.

Although this face looks incredibly young at this moment, it has none of the coldness and majesty of "Kamerslana", only the naivety unique to young people.

Walter's hand gripped the Eden Star Staff silently, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

His mind raced, assessing all the possibilities in case the boy opposite him made any dangerous moves...

Xing followed Walter's wary gaze, and curiosity drove her to take a few steps forward.

Then she saw the boy lying leisurely in the wheat field, and the boy lying next to him, with a similarly youthful face and features that were seven or eight parts similar to his... was it Bai E?!

Bai Mo, the boy in the wheat field, seemed to sense the gaze coming from an unfamiliar direction. His eyes, which were originally looking at the sky, shifted slightly, and he glanced in the direction of the train crew.

His eyes were clear, and Xing saw no hostility in them.

"What's wrong, Bai Mo?" His older brother, lying beside him, noticed his brother's subtle movement, propped himself up slightly, and asked. His voice was clear and bright, typical of a young man.

“It’s nothing,” Bai Mo said, turning his gaze back to the azure sky, his tone relaxed. “It’s just…it seems like someone is coming.”

Before he could finish speaking, a light and melodious voice, like a clear mountain spring, drifted over from afar:

"Two little white rabbits—! They're hiding in the wheat field together, slacking off again, just like before!?"

Accompanied by the sound, a slender figure nimbly crossed the wheat field and appeared in everyone's sight.

She seemed much more lively than when they had seen her before, with a warm smile on her face, free of any gloom.

Surprisingly, she seemed completely unaware of the several "living people" standing in the wheat field not far away, dressed in a way that clashed with their surroundings.

Her gaze fell directly on Bai Mo and Bai E lying in the wheat field, as if the rest of the train crew were invisible.

Xi Lian ran to the two of them, placed her hands on her knees, half-squatted down, and said to the two "little white" figures lying there in a slightly coquettish, urging tone:

"Get up! Come with me to draw some oracle cards... Maybe we'll get some good cards today!"

Bai E looked somewhat helpless, but still obediently patted the grass clippings off his body and prepared to get up.

However, this time, Bai Mo didn't get up immediately like his brother. Instead, as if he were being spoiled, he stayed in the soft wheat field, even rubbing his back comfortably.

"No, Sister Xilian, let me lie here for just a little while longer, just a little while... You guys go first, I promise I'll catch up with you later, okay?"

His voice was full of sunshine, with a lazy, playful tone unique to young people.

It's hard to believe that this lazy young man will become a fanatic who constantly repeats the cold concept of "existence" in the distant future.

Looking at Bai Mo's stubbornness, Xi Lian shook her head with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence, then gently tapped his forehead.

"You... Little Bai Mo, I just can't do anything with you. Sigh, fine, fine, I'll let you slack off a little longer. But it's a promise, come early! If you're late, don't blame your sister Xi Lian for being stingy and not giving you any pepper and salt crisps!"

"Okay, okay—" Bai Mo replied, drawing out his words with a tone full of ease and comfort, as if nothing was more important than rolling around in the wheat field right now.

Chapter 264 I am just Bai Mo of the Ai Li Mi Xie, and Camoslana means nothing to me.

Only after Bai Mo confirmed that Xi Lian and Bai E had completely disappeared from the wheat field did he slowly get up, his movements carrying the slightly casual laziness unique to young men.

He casually brushed off the grass clippings and dead leaves stuck to his clothes, then turned around, calmly looking at the train crew who had been watching him warily, and walked straight toward them.

Bai Mo's steps were steady, and his face even carried a trace of the ease from their earlier playful banter.

He stopped in front of Xing, nodded slightly, and spoke in a tone that was somewhere between formal and casual, extending his hand to Xing:

"Hmph~ Nice to meet you, guest from beyond the heavens. Bai Mo of the Ai Li Secret Pavilion greets you."

This hand is clean, with distinct knuckles, and exudes youthful vigor, completely different from the "Kamerslana" outside who controls amber and is on the verge of destroying the world.

"Wait a moment!"

Walter Young shouted sharply, his voice filled with unquestionable vigilance and the stress of long-suppressed emotions.

The sudden rebuke made Bai Mo's outstretched hand freeze in mid-air.

"Who exactly are you?" Walter took a half step forward, subtly shielding Xing behind him. His gaze behind his glasses was sharp as a knife, as if trying to dissect this young exterior and see the true nature beneath.

"What exactly is your relationship with 'Kamerslana,' the one outside who is on the verge of destroying the world?!"

The atmosphere instantly became tense, as if a hole had been torn open in the tranquility of the wheat field.

Bai Mo remained silent for a moment, a complex emotion seemingly flashing across his clear eyes, but soon he chuckled softly, a chuckle carrying a calmness beyond his years. He withdrew his hand from mid-air.

“I am not the ‘him’ outside.” He said calmly.

“I am just… ‘White Silence of the Elegant Secret Pavilion’. The fate, responsibility and madness that the name Camoslana carries are meaningless to the ‘me’ standing in front of you now.”

"..." Walter's eyes still held a wary look. Clearly, he did not completely believe Bai Mo's words, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

"Question: This gentleman who calls himself Bai Mo." Screw Gum's elegant voice rang out at the right moment, breaking the brief deadlock and drawing everyone's attention to the more crucial question.

"What exactly do you, or rather, the one who brought us into this world of memories, hope to reveal to us? What message do you hope to convey by going to such lengths to bring us here?"

Bai Mo shifted his gaze from Walter to the fluffy clouds on the horizon, his tone still maintaining that inexplicably relaxed air.

“You know that Onpharos is an experimental field in the hands of the Star God, and that it is a ‘petri dish’ used to give birth to the Extinction Lord…”

He spoke slowly, his words like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, “But do you know the original nature of Onphalus?”

"It was ultimately designed to try and answer a question that has troubled countless philosophers and sages since the dawn of civilization: What is the 'first cause of life'?"

"The First Cause of Life?" Daheita repeated the word, and for the first time, a scholar's focus and contemplation appeared on her usually nonchalant face, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Yes, what is the 'First Cause of Life'?" Bai Mo turned around, facing the crowd, and made a gesture as if seeking guidance, his eyes gleaming with a profound light that seemed incongruous with his youthful appearance.

"Life, the most complex miracle in the universe, how did it evolve into the form we see today? What is its most original and fundamental driving force?"

The questions he posed went straight to the core of existence itself.

"Some have suggested that it is because a deity sculpted humanity in his own image. But a more fundamental question arises: where did that deity himself come from?"

"Stripped of all external environmental influences and evolutionary paths, what is the intrinsic, irresistible driving force behind life's choice to grow into its current form?"

This question caused both the Great Black Tower and Screw Goom to fall into deep thought.

As members of the genius club personally selected by the erudite scholar, countless theories could instantly spring to mind to explain the evolution of life forms—evolution, natural selection, gene mutation, survival of the fittest…

But they understood that what Bai Mo was asking was not "how" the external form of life was formed, but a deeper "why" that was closer to philosophy and the essence of existence—what exactly was the most primal spark that drove life from nothing to something, from simple to complex, and to climb upwards.

Seeing the two geniuses deep in thought, Bai Mo's lips curled into an enigmatic smile.

"If you want to know the final result of this experiment, and... the answer that the 'me' outside found,"

His tone was casual, as if it were none of his business, as if he were discussing a drama that had nothing to do with him. "Why don't you keep watching?"

Bai Mo's gaze seemed to pierce through the golden wheat field, looking towards a predetermined destination.

"At the end of this play, you will see for your own eyes the answer that belongs to 'Kammerslana'."

He paused, his voice lowering slightly, "When that time comes, 'Kammerslana' hopes you will approve of the path he has chosen and help him... to complete that so-called 'salvation.'"

Bai Mo's tone was so nonchalant, as if the world-saving ambition of "Kamerslana", the survival of Onfaros, and even the answer to the Star God's plan were just drifting catkins in the wind, having nothing to do with him, "Bai Mo of the Sorrowful Secret Pavilion".

After saying this, he ignored everyone else, simply turning slightly to calmly admire the tranquil and beautiful scenery of the Elegant Secret Pavilion, his gaze distant, as if he wanted to imprint all of this deeply in his heart.

Even when Xing looked at him with a questioning and confused gaze, the boy would turn his head as if he knew what was going on, and smile gently at her, a smile as pure as the sunlight at that moment.

"It's time to go."

Bai Mo suddenly spoke, his clear voice like a pebble thrown into a tranquil lake, instantly bringing everyone back to their senses from their immersion in the grand theme.

He seemed completely oblivious to how heavy his conversation about the nature of the world and the path to salvation had been, speaking as casually as if urging a companion to go on a casual outing.

"It's time to go. After all... if I don't leave now, I really won't be able to eat Sister Xilian's salt and pepper crisps anymore."

Bai Mo shrugged, a simple anticipation for snacks that belonged to someone his age appearing on his face, a stark contrast to his earlier profound demeanor when posing the question of "the first cause of life."

As he spoke, he actually ignored everyone and turned to walk in the direction where Xi Lian and Bai E had left. His steps were light and quick, and golden ears of wheat swayed around him, as if he were just an ordinary boy who was in a hurry to go to a date.

"Wait..." Xing subconsciously spoke up. Bai Mo's actions were too natural, which made her feel a little lost.

They were pulled into this memory, their purpose unclear, danger lurking beneath the surface. Should they just follow him like this?

Xing and the others quickly exchanged glances.

Dan Heng remained calm. He nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "He is currently the only clear 'clue,' and the key to this world of memories. Whether it's a trap or a guide, we have too little information right now, and blindly exploring might be more dangerous."

He paused, then spoke based on rational judgment: "Let's follow him first. Be vigilant about our surroundings and act according to the situation. Right now... following him is the only path we can take."

Chapter 265 Star: It would be great if Bai Mo could get on the train.

The train crew followed the white figure ahead and entered the quiet little village of Elegance.

The dirt path meandered forward, flanked by quaint houses, and occasionally they could see wisps of smoke rising and merging into the azure sky.

However, they soon noticed a lingering sense of unease.

If Xi Lian hadn't noticed them before, it could be attributed to the wheat field's cover or her attention being completely focused on the two "little white" creatures.

So when these "outsiders," whose clothes and demeanor were completely out of place in the village, actually entered the village and walked along the paths, brushing past the villagers, the silence that was ignored seemed particularly eerie.

The strong man carrying farm tools back, the woman spinning thread at the door, the children chasing and playing... everyone's gaze naturally swept over them, as if they were a gust of wind or a wisp of smoke that did not exist in this space.

The village life continues to unfold slowly according to its inherent rhythm, while they remain silent observers outside the picture.

After realizing this, Xing's curiosity was completely piqued.

She tentatively reached out and gently touched the arm of the village woman who was passing by, humming an unknown tune.

Her hand passed straight through, as if passing through a hologram, causing only a barely perceptible ripple. The village woman was completely unaware and continued walking.

The feeling was novel yet tinged with a chill. Xing blinked, her gaze falling on a round-faced child squatting on the ground not far away, drawing something with a twig.

With a childlike heart and a mischievous spirit, she reached out again, wanting to gently pinch the child's soft-looking cheeks.

However, just as her fingertips were about to "pierce" the child's face, she caught a glimpse of Bai Mo walking not far ahead. Although he did not stop walking, a faint gaze fell precisely on her hand.

The gaze was not harsh, nor did it explicitly indicate any intention to stop; it was merely a calm glance.

But Xing seemed to be burned by some invisible force; her outstretched hand froze instantly, and she awkwardly withdrew it.

She touched her nose, like a child caught doing something wrong, and obediently followed the group.

Bai Mo, who was ahead, seemed to subtly curve the corners of his mouth and continued to lead the way.

Then, things proceeded as usual: finding the oracle book and distributing the salt and pepper biscuits. However, Bai Mo also gave half of his salt and pepper biscuit to Xing.

Xing put the small half of the pretzels into his mouth.

The crispy texture bursts in your mouth, and the salty and savory flavor quickly spreads, accompanied by the most rustic aroma of oil and flour after baking.

A warm sensation slid down Xing's esophagus into her stomach, then flowed to her limbs and bones, dispelling the sense of alienation and coolness that came with being an "observer".