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

But as Xing followed Bai Mo, Bai E, and Xi Lian into the fairy realm known as the "Lost and Found Zone," a cold and terrifying thought suddenly coiled around her heart like a venomous snake:

Wait a minute... the Bai E she knew, he never seemed to mention in his narration... he had a blood-related brother.

Moreover, the memory before her eyes was completely unlike the Onfaros she knew, who was struggling to survive in the apocalypse!

Bai Er said his hometown had been destroyed, but those he cared about were saved...

The raging flames greedily licked at the statue of a god in the center of the village square, a symbol of peace and faith. The wooden houses twisted and collapsed in the flames, groaning in pain.

The towering flames dyed the night sky an ominous blood red, replacing the warm sunset of yesteryear.

Xing stood frozen in place, watching Bai Mo and Bai E stand side by side in the square. Before them lay a mountain of corpses, slowly being consumed by flames.

Those charred, distorted outlines were once vibrant lives.

She opened her mouth, but her throat felt as if it were blocked by scalding ash, and she couldn't make a sound.

She wanted to call out to Bai Mo, the only one in this despairing world who could sense their existence, and offer him a sliver of solace.

But... she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Just moments before, she had witnessed hell descend upon her.

Those once simple and kind villagers of Ai Li Mi Xie were eroded by the merciless black tide and transformed into hideous and terrifying monsters right before her eyes!

They roared and brandished their mutated limbs as they attacked the still young Bai E and Bai Mo!

Xing had once carefully managed the area in the Holy City that housed the families of the Golden Descendants, so she could even call out the names of most of them!

Bai Er and Bai Mo's parents, the kind couple who had once warmly welcomed her with bread they had baked themselves...

Bai Er and Bai Mo's school teacher, the elegant lady who smiled and helped her out when she was surrounded and questioned by a group of curious children...

Having only spent a short time with these people, she felt as if her heart was being torn apart.

Not to mention... the people who personally experienced all of this, watched helplessly as all the familiar and beloved faces were twisted and destroyed before their eyes, and had to personally raise their swords against them—Bai E, Bai Mo, and Xi Lian?

How broken must their hearts be?

The torrent of memories continued to surge, bringing everyone to the magnificent city-state of Janusapolis.

"You...can cook?"

Xing's eyes widened, her tone filled with undisguised astonishment.

Bai Mo was wearing a simple apron and busy in a small but well-organized restaurant.

A rich soup was simmering on the stove, and the air was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of food. The warm firelight illuminated his focused profile.

"What, are you surprised?" Bai Mo turned around when he heard her voice and chuckled.

He wiped his hands, took a small cake that had just been baked from the oven next to him, and naturally handed it to Xing. "Want to try some? It's a freshly baked honey cake, it should be pretty good."

Xing took the still-warm cake, and the soft touch on her fingertips gave her a strange sense of peace.

She took a small, careful bite.

Soft and sweet, the richness of honey and the fragrance of eggs blend perfectly, melting in your mouth and bringing a pure, comforting sense of satisfaction.

The taste was so good that a bold idea popped into her mind: if only she could get this man on the Star Train!

She seemed to have already seen a bright future—when Miss Himeko once again enthusiastically served up her "special drinks" or "creative dishes" with unknown lethality, Bai Mo could step forward like a savior and use his superb culinary skills to save everyone on the bus from a taste disaster!

Thinking of that bright future, Xing couldn't help but sigh with a touch of emotion, "If only that guy outside, Camerslan, wasn't so cold-hearted, and could be as gentle as you, Bai Mo..."

She paused, then said sincerely, "If you can get on the train, the conductor will definitely like you a lot. In March, he'll be begging you to cook delicious food for him every day!"

This unintentional remark was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

Bai Mo's smile faltered almost imperceptibly. A deep sense of melancholy flashed across his eyes, as if Xing's words had inadvertently touched upon a corner he had carefully hidden.

Chapter 266 I am not Camerslana, but Camerslana is me

But it was only for a fleeting moment.

His expression quickly returned to normal, and even that gentle smile reappeared on his lips. He turned around, pretending to tidy up the spice bottles on the stove, and answered softly in a voice so steady it was completely calm:

"If that Camerslana outside heard you say that, he might be sad. But thankfully, such a 'what if' doesn't exist."

The words were spoken softly, yet carried a resolute determination to sever all illusions.

The "Bai Mo" who could run a small restaurant in Janusapolis and smile as he handed out honey cakes, can only exist in this frozen memory of the past.

The only reality outside is that of "Kammerslana," which carries the weight of the entire world and is heading towards the end of its "existence."

The scroll of memory did not end there, but continued to unfold slowly.

Then, the train crew witnessed Bai Mo's first real action in Janusapolis. It wasn't for any grand ideal, but simply because someone had tried to harm Xi Lian, who was beside him.

The boy's suppressed power erupted like a dormant volcano, solely to protect the one and only person he cherished.

Later, they saw Baimer in Ohma, purging the corrupt Senate that had misled the citizens. At that time, for the sake of the Golden Blood who were being ostracized and criticized for choosing the Fire Chasing Journey, he resolutely wielded his sword against the entrenched authority.

His actions were aimed at securing a territory where his companions could settle down safely.

Until they saw Bai Mo at the ruins of Suspended Peak City, facing the millions of Black Tide Creatures that surged like a black ocean alongside the people of Onfaros.

He stood at the forefront of humanity's defenses, his figure appearing so small amidst the overwhelming tide of monsters, yet like an insurmountable reef.

Only then did Xing realize with a start—

The boy who once lay in the wheat field had long since taken on the responsibility of the lives and future of all the survivors of Onfaros.

Even if that wasn't his original wish.

Now... as the train crew stands at the heart of the cosmic vortex, reaching the end of this cycle.

The scene ahead began to blur, as if through a semi-transparent veil. Behind the veil lay the entrance to the next cycle of reincarnation, the beginning of another tragic story.

However, Bai Mo, who had been guiding them through the Elegant Secret Pavilion, stopped before stepping into that hazy place.

He stood there quietly, his white figure appearing somewhat unreal in the gradually distorting light, as if he might melt into the background at any moment.

"Hmm? Bai Mo, why aren't you leaving?" Xing asked immediately upon seeing this, her tone filled with undisguised concern.

Having spent this time together, witnessing his warmth, his sorrow, and his silent perseverance, she had long regarded the boy before her as a trustworthy partner, and had become extremely familiar with Bai Mo before the start of this cycle.

Bai Mo, standing in the Ai Li Secret Pavilion, turned around to face her, and also to face all the gazes fixed on him.

"I'm afraid... this is all I can accompany you with." He said softly, his voice like a dandelion seed drifting in the wind, "The memories that follow will not belong to me."

"Not yours?" Xing was stunned. This answer surprised her and brought back the unease that had been lurking in her heart.

She gazed into Bai Mo's clear eyes, eyes that seemed to hold endless stories, and once again, for the last time, asked the question that had lingered in her heart for so long:

"Bai Mo of the Ai Li Secret Pavilion, what exactly is your relationship with that guy outside... that guy called 'Kamerslana'?"

Upon hearing the question, Bai Mo did not answer immediately. He simply raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through this memory space, and saw that "himself" with cold and weary eyes.

“I have said it before,” he withdrew his gaze and looked at Xing again, his tone still calm but with an undeniable certainty, “I am not Camerslana.”

He paused, leaned forward slightly, met Xing's gaze directly, and continued with utmost seriousness:

But remember—

"Kamerslana, it's me."

This statement is like a paradox, a seemingly contradictory yet profound truth.

Bai Mo continued, "I am not that cold-hearted savior, but the one walking the path of 'salvation,' that is indeed me."

“I am Bai Mo of Aili Mishe, the past of Camoslana, the first savior named ‘Bai Mo’.”

"The original savior? What do you mean?" Xing asked, puzzled.

"I'm sorry, but you'll understand later." After saying these words, Bai Mo of the Ai Li Mi Xie, the first "savior" in Camoslan's memory, gave the train crew a slightly apologetic smile.

Then, his figure, like moonlight reflected in water, began to blur and become transparent, eventually disappearing completely from everyone's sight, as if he had never existed.

"Wait! You—you could at least tell us how to proceed to the next cycle of memories! Are you just going to leave us here like this?"

Xing looked at the spot where Bai Mo had just disappeared, her voice carrying obvious helplessness and a hint of barely perceptible panic.

After all, the pure white entrance before them was completely different from their previous clear, coherent, and immersive memories. All they saw was a vast, boundless expanse of pure white, with no direction or path in sight.

Just as everyone was facing this blank space in their memories, feeling somewhat helpless—

“I said, darling,” a voice, tinged with a hint of teasing and languor, rang out leisurely behind them like moonlight piercing through the mist.

"Isn't it a bit too slow for you to reach this first point of memory interruption?"

Everyone turned around and saw that Chang Yeyue had appeared quietly at some point. She was still holding her signature black umbrella, and a hint of impatience, as if she had been waiting for a long time, flickered in her dark red eyes. She walked gracefully over, her gaze sweeping over the somewhat bewildered train crew.

"It's just a frozen image from the past that won't respond to you anymore," she said, tilting her head slightly, her tone tinged with confusion, as if wondering why they had taken so long.

"It's like watching a non-interactive play; you just have to watch quietly. Do you... expect the phantoms from your memories to come up to you and talk to you?"

Her words were natural and casual, as if she were stating a self-evident common sense.

However, it was this sense of "taking it for granted" that made Xing's pupils shrink suddenly, and Walter and Danheng exchanged a solemn look.

Chang Yeyue... seemed completely unaware that the memory projection named "Bai Mo of the Ai Li Mi Xie" had indeed interacted with them multiple times!

She was completely unaware that there had been an "abnormal" individual with independent consciousness in this memory.

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P.S.: The game needs updates, and I hope I won't get too badly betrayed by Old Mi. I still want to continue writing this book.

Chapter 267 The "Blank" in Memory.

"Huh?" Chang Yeyue keenly noticed the unconcealed astonishment on the faces of the train crew. A hint of understanding flashed in her dark red pupils, which then turned into a playful chuckle.

"It seems... there's been some unexpected 'incident' that happened outside of the deal we agreed upon."

She was not stupid and immediately realized that during the time she was "offline," this memory space had probably undergone an unexpected change beyond what Camerslan had anticipated.

Driven by a strong sense of curiosity, she almost subconsciously used her powers of memory to peer into the brief memories of the people in front of her and to see clearly the details of that "little episode".

But... this thought only lingered in her mind for a moment before she suppressed it.

She shrugged gracefully, and let it go. Although she was curious, she knew her limits.

Ultimately, her relationship with that Camerslana was nothing more than a transaction where each party got what they wanted.

He paid the price, she offered assistance, and that was all. As for whether his plan would take an unexpected turn, or whether it would create unforeseen complications...

What does that have to do with her?

Her mission was clear and unambiguous: to ensure that the passengers of these Star Trains could safely traverse these "breakpoints" in their memories, lest they become lost in Camersland's vast and chaotic past. As for anything else, it was beyond her scope of service, and she couldn't be bothered to concern herself with it.

Perhaps wanting to change the subject, or perhaps wanting to break the awkward silence, Xing spoke first, pointing to the unsettling pure white area ahead, and asked Chang Yueye:

“Uh… Darling… Changyeyue? Speaking of which… why is this memory in front of us a blank? Even if Bai Mo couldn’t remember the details of the scene before, at least there were some outlines and colors.”

Chang Yeyue's attention was indeed drawn back. She glanced at the void, seemingly unsurprised by the question. She extended her slender finger and gently touched the blank space—

A gentle ripple of memory spread out. Then, a translucent bridge of memory slowly extended from that pure white expanse, spanning the broken points and leading to the unknown next fragment of memory.

“This, of course, is also a memory.” Chang Yeyue gently tapped the bridge surface with the tip of her umbrella, producing a crisp echo, her tone as calm as if she were introducing an ordinary exhibit. “As for why it is blank… the reason is simple.”

She raised her eyes and looked at the stars. "During this specific period of time that spans the cycle of reincarnation, the owner of the memory—that is, the one outside, Kameslana—for some reason that we do not know, his brain did not remember anything."

"No perception, no impression, no fragment of emotion remains. Therefore, what is presented here is naturally the purest 'nothingness,' a blank space."

"You don't remember anything? How could that be?" Xing frowned, finding it hard to understand. "Even if you forget the specific events, you should still have some vague feelings, right? Like how you felt at the time, or some fragmented images?"

"Who knows?" Chang Yeyue shrugged nonchalantly, her posture languid. "Perhaps during this time, something happened... that made it impossible for him to remember anything?" Her words were light and airy, sounding utterly unbelievable.

Having said that, she offered no further explanation and stepped onto the bridge made of memory material. Her high heels made a subtle and ethereal echo as they touched the bridge surface.

She turned around and, addressing the train crew who were still lost in thought, said in her distinctive voice:

"Let's go. My task is to make sure you don't get completely lost in this broken and dangerous labyrinth of his memories. As for what those blanks really mean," she smiled meaningfully, "perhaps you can find the answer yourselves in the 'play' that follows."

"Alright, everyone, let's move on to the next memory. I will appear the next time you encounter a memory anomaly zone."

The long night moon once again quietly disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only the memory bridge shimmering faintly in the void.

Crossing the bridge, the scenery shifted once more. They arrived at the starting point of the first eternal return, before them stood the familiar yet strangely eerie and secluded secluded pavilion.

There were no boundless wheat fields, nor golden ears of wheat swaying in the breeze; only a patch of wild grass.

This is the earlier version of the Elegant Secret Pavilion.