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

Wan Di: Hiss—why does my spine feel cold? Didn't I successfully revive?

Bai Mo, who had been watching the bottom of the pit closely, breathed a long sigh of relief upon seeing this scene:

"Phew... Immortality... still beyond the limit. Wan Di is indeed alright." A relieved look appeared on his face.

"Hmm... let's do it one more time then!"

Buzz—Boom! !!! !!! !!! !!!

The exact same terrifying sound, enough to stop your heart, rang out again without mercy less than five meters away from Wan Di, who had just stood up!

A second colossal stone pillar, identical in size, equally cold, and carrying equally destructive kinetic energy, appeared out of thin air.

With overwhelming force, it crashed into the enemy, who was still in a daze after being resurrected and had not even had time to regroup his protective energy!

Bai Mo: I used all my strength... how are you still alive?

When Bai E, frantic with worry, led a troop of elite soldiers out of the city gates like a whirlwind, the sight that greeted him and all his soldiers froze them in a deathly silence.

The expected fierce battleground did not materialize.

There were no earth-shattering shouts of battle, no clanging of metal.

There was only a desolate wasteland, as if it had been repeatedly ravaged by natural disasters.

The lone, panicked, and disorganized elite troops, huddled together on a small hill a kilometer away as if they had seen a ghost...

And...this scorched earth before me, scarred and riddled with deep ravines, terrifying craters, traces of melting, and scattered fragments of rock...

Bai E's sharp gaze instantly locked onto the edge of the largest, charred crater in the center of the battlefield, still emitting wisps of smoke.

There... something lay quietly.

Instead, it was a white "billiard ball" covered in lime, standing out starkly against the scorched earth.

Looking at Wan Di, who had almost turned into a "white-faced man," Bai Mo's usually nonchalant face showed a rare hint of embarrassment.

(Bai Mo: Cough cough, it seems I went a bit too far. Luckily Bai E arrived early, otherwise I almost wanted to try using a metal rod.)

He coughed twice, his voice a little strained:

"Cough cough cough... Wan Di, well... I really didn't mean to hit so hard."

As he spoke, he tried to brush off the thick layer of white lime powder from Wan Di's shoulders and hair.

"You know, I just didn't want to hurt any ordinary soldiers. I just couldn't control my playful side, oops, I couldn't control my enthusiasm, I couldn't control my enthusiasm..."

He paused, his eyes darting around as if he were carefully considering his words.

Then Bai Mo leaned closer, lowered his voice, and tried to defend himself:

"And... don't think that just because my moves seemed intimidating, I can do whatever I want here."

"I'll be frank with you," he said, his Adam's apple bobbing as he lowered his voice even further. "Inside this holy city... there's a thousand-year-old monster lurking..."

Before he could finish speaking, a chilling cold, originating from the depths of his soul, suddenly shot up his spine to the top of his head without warning!

The terrifying feeling of being imprisoned and dominated by Sai Maomao's Aglaia abilities that night surged back like a tidal wave.

Bai Mo's face turned deathly pale. Almost instinctively, he quickly corrected himself, saying, "...a...exquisitely beautiful, peerless in elegance, and with unfathomable strength! Yes, absolutely beautiful! The kind of beauty that could topple kingdoms!"

He emphasized the last word.

"Alright, Little White." A voice, tinged with helplessness yet full of tolerance, rang out at just the right moment.

Tibo and Tining had gracefully landed beside the two of them without anyone noticing.

She tilted her head, her pure, large eyes glancing at the disheveled Wan Di, then turning to Bai Mo, and sighed like a little adult.

She pointed her chubby little finger at Wan Di, "*We* all think you were too impulsive this time. Look what you've done to Xiao Di! He's covered in dirt and looks so pitiful."

As soon as Tibo finished speaking, another small, almost identical voice, with a timid nasal tone, gently echoed back like her own voice.

Tinning spoke up too, her voice as soft as a feather brushing against the heart:

“Little enemy, *we* want to have a proper talk with you…”

The two little children's gazes were simultaneously fixed on Wan Di, sharing a strange sense of unity and a profound meaning in their words that far exceeded their apparent age.

This made Wan Di, who had just experienced a "great battle," feel a chill run down his spine once again.

“Since I have lost the duel, I shall keep the promise I made before the duel. I will have a good talk with Ohma,” Wan Di said.

"By the way, how should I address you... um... you two?" Wan Di turned his gaze to Bai E and Bai Mo.

Deep within the Temple of the Three Aspects of Destiny, massive stone pillars support a towering dome, upon which are carved epics and reliefs long forgotten by the world.

Wan Di stood to one side of the empty hall, his arms tightly crossed over his chest. His bronze muscles were as solid as a sculpture in the dim light. His sharp gaze pierced through the shadows of the hall, staring directly at the small figure in front of him.

“Lady Tirisippius,” his voice was deep, echoing slightly in the empty hall.

"You mean, as long as I can fight this... 'savior' in front of you, I can ensure that my people are no longer inferior and receive their due rights?"

He paused, his brow furrowing. "But why must we come to Janusapolis?"

Tinning's voice carried a compassion beyond her years: "Fighting and killing are not good. Aya and *we*... do not want to see the Golden Clan hurting each other again because of conflict."

(Bai Mo: Yes, yes, that's right. But I'm not a Golden Descendant. ㄟ( ▔, ▔ )ㄏ)

"A true warrior is not only someone who knows how to wield a blade, but also someone who knows when to put it down."

The just Tarranton (the Titan of Law) will preside over this sacred duel and decide the final outcome.

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The comments section was so gloomy yesterday, I almost had to summon my soul to write this.

It's not that I didn't want to like it, it's just that I couldn't like it towards the end!

There are over 500 comments, and once you scroll to the very bottom, it's so laggy that you can't even click to like them!

After saying all that, you should know what to do.

There are five paragraphs here, please don't post them all together.

Chapter 60 Bai Mo: 666, I was tricked by Aglaia and the three little ones.

P.S.: The comments section was so lively yesterday! There were so many incantations for summoning souls and incantations for rebirth.

Are you trying to use me as a rope for a tug-of-war on the Bridge of Helplessness?

Oh, right, there are also those who recite both the Rebirth Mantra and the Soul Summoning Mantra!

Alright, alright, thank you for your support and little gifts! Four updates today!

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Tinin's gaze turned towards the main hall. There, a colossal, breathtakingly large golden scale radiated a soft yet majestic light.

The enormous trays at both ends of the scale resemble altars awaiting sacrifice.

"You don't need to shed blood and fight to the death, you just need to..."

"...simply place one thing on its judgment plate."

Tinin's voice continued, with an ethereal quality that seemed to know everything: "The same... something heavier than the fate of the entire world."

“…It sounds like,” Bai E, who had been silently observing from a distance not far from Wan Di, muttered softly, “that this is more like a test of our faith.”

"Hey, Suspended Peak Man!" Bai E raised his head, his voice rising, carrying a hint of challenge, clearly reaching Wan Di, "It seems that this time, your most prized brute strength will be useless!"

“HKS… (Xuan Feng cursed)” Wan Di’s lips twitched, he cursed under his breath, then turned around abruptly and strode towards the deeper shadows of the temple.

His broad back exuded an undeniable resolve, and his voice resonated like thunder:

"It doesn't matter! Savior. I'll give you one last chance—turn around and leave! I, Wan Di, swear on my honor, I will spare your life!"

His steps did not falter in the slightest. "Otherwise—come with me! Face me! I will grant you an end commensurate with the courage you are showing now!"

Meanwhile, in another winding corridor of the temple.

“Phew… back here again, Janusapolis.” Bai Mo’s voice broke the silence of the corridor as he walked carefully beside the walls covered with ancient reliefs, Xi Lian following him like a shadow.

“Yes,” Xi Lian said, her eyes narrowed, her steps light, her face filled with tender nostalgia. “I just ran into High Priest Vittorio and Priest Jacob, who were evacuating the temple.”

"Looking back now, so much has happened. And both Xiaobai'er and Xiaobai Mo have made wonderful friends."

"However, speaking of which, Xiao Bai Mo~" Xi Lian suddenly turned her head, a hint of playful doubt in her eyes.

"You've never been deep within the temple before, so why are you so familiar with the layout? Going this way... is it really possible to sneak up to Bai'e?"

“Of course, Sister Xilian,” Bai Mo confidently tapped his temple, a sly smile playing on his lips, “You can question me, but you absolutely cannot question my… um… ‘ability’ here.”

"Alright, alright~" Xi Lian chuckled, "Of course Sister Xi Lian believes in Xiao Bai Mo. But how much longer do we have to walk?"

"Coming. Just around the next corner. OK, we're here." Bai Mo lowered his voice, pressed himself against the wall like a paisley, and cautiously peeked out to look at the other side of the corner.

His smile froze on his face instantly.

"Ahem... What a coincidence, Ms. Tinning. You... are also taking a walk here?"

Bai Mo and Xi Lian, who followed closely behind, had faces full of embarrassment at being caught red-handed. Ti Ning stood quietly in the middle of the passageway after the corner, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

“We…we expected you to come.” Tinning’s voice was calm and even.

"Um... cough cough, well... Teacher Tinning, I'll be leaving now, so as not to disturb you..." Bai Mo chuckled awkwardly, quietly taking a step back.

Tinin's voice rang out as he turned around:

"Do you remember that divine oracle, Bai Mo? 'Everyone will part from one person, and that person alone will witness miracles.'"

“We and Aya argued about this for a long time, but we still couldn’t figure out what it meant. So… we finally left the decision to you.”

Bai Mo stopped in his tracks.

Tinin's voice seemed to transcend time: "If you had not appeared in the duel between Wan Di and Bai E, which concerned 'one person,' then the 'one person' in the oracle would only refer to Bai E."

"But if you choose to participate in this decisive battle that will determine the fate of your journey to the fire..."

Tinning paused slightly, her voice carrying a sense of relief and understanding, "This 'one person' refers to the twins who are connected by blood and have the same appearance."

"The result... is already quite obvious, Bai Mo."

Bai Mo: 666. We were tricked by Aglaia and the three little ones.

Tinin continued, "The significance of this duel lies not in winning or losing."

At its core lies in your choices and Bai'er's choices... So, go, Bai Mo.

No more hiding, no more hesitation. Listen to the deepest voice within yourself. *We*...await your final answer.

Having said that, she gracefully stepped aside, revealing the path leading to Bai E's location, illuminated by a soft light.

Xi Lian, unusually, did not make a sound to disturb him, but simply gazed at Bai Mo gently and quietly, waiting for his decision.

Bai Mo's gaze slowly swept over the dark, deep corridor behind him, a corridor that represented both escape and the way they had come.

Then he looked ahead—at that seemingly bright corridor, there was, but in the end, only Bai E awaited him.

"Heh..." Bai Mo let out a soft laugh, tinged with self-mockery and resolve. "You chose it... Bai Mo..."

In the core area of ​​the Hall of the Three Phases of Destiny, beneath that magnificent golden scale.

The enormous scales stood silently. Bai E stood alone before them, his figure appearing exceptionally small beneath the massive object. He gazed intently at the symbol of absolute justice, his brow furrowed, seemingly lost in some difficult thought.

"Hey, Bai'er." A familiar yet teasing voice suddenly rang out from behind, breaking the heavy silence.

Bai Mo had quietly arrived beside him without him noticing, and patted Bai E on the shoulder. "What's wrong? Don't know what kind of treasure to put on this big guy to overpower that Prince Xuanfeng?"

Bai E turned around abruptly and saw Bai Mo and Xi Lian smiling gently behind him. A huge surprise flashed across his eyes.

He instinctively glanced quickly in Tinning's direction, but saw no explanation or attempt to stop her.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Bai E lowered his voice and asked urgently, "Bai Mo? Xi Lian? How...did you get in?"

“Let me see,” Bai Mo shrugged, his gaze sweeping over the awe-inspiring scales, his tone relaxed, “to see what my foolish brother will come up with to deal with this gamble.”

"Hoo—" Bai E let out a long breath, glanced in the direction of Wan Di, and whispered,

“What Wan Di is going to release… I just figured it out. It’s the Suspended Edge Seal Ring, the supreme token of their Suspended Edge clan. It seems that in his heart, what’s more important than the world is his clan and his honor.”

"But I..." Bai E's face showed confusion and helplessness, "I really don't know what I have that can compare to it..."

“In the words of Teacher Tining,” Xi Lian stepped forward and said softly, “follow the guidance of your heart… Bai E.”