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

The old site of Xuanfeng City, on the edge of a giant pit.

A gust of wind swept by, stirring up the dust that had not yet settled, carrying a heavy, indescribable smell of burnt and cooled lava.

Wan Di, the crown prince who was hanging on the edge, stood frozen as if petrified at the edge of that terrifying giant pit, which was two kilometers in diameter and bottomless.

His steely, resolute face was now filled with a kind of blank bewilderment and a deep, indescribable... daze.

His gaze first mechanically swept downwards—deep in the pit, the small, familiar figure (Bai Mo) was huffing and puffing with tools, seemingly trying to dig something, completely oblivious to the apocalyptic scene around him.

Then, his gaze slowly rose again, sweeping across the entire "old ground" of the suspended peak with extreme slowness and almost blankness.

As far as the eye could see, there were flat, scorched earth, twisted wreckage, and in the distance, the outlines of collapsed buildings that looked as if they had been gnawed by a giant beast.

Everything that was once familiar, all traces of home, have been almost completely erased.

His brain seemed to still be processing this shocking fact: he had only gone to and from the Hundred Realms Gate twice, which probably only took... thirty minutes? At most an hour!

My magnificent Suspended Peak City! Although it's now in ruins, it's still the homeland that holds countless histories and memories of our people!

Just like that, it's gone? Turned into this still-smoking crater and a blank field?

The sheer efficiency and thoroughness of this "demolition" was indeed somewhat unexpected. He didn't even know what expression to wear for a moment.

Bai Mo had no time to concern himself with the crown prince's complex inner thoughts. He was focused on wielding a specially made tool, carefully tapping on a large area of ​​obsidian-like ground that had been fused and solidified due to extreme temperature and pressure, producing clanging sounds.

"Found it!" His eyes lit up as he painstakingly pried out a twisted, deformed, and even mostly missing piece of strange metal from a piece of vitrified material—it was the remnant of "Skyfire 001".

He held it in his hands, carefully examining its appalling state of wear and tear, his lips twitching with heartache.

"Hiss... Sure enough, this is only a test of Mach 200."

The force and heat generated by the high-speed impact were indeed too overwhelming…

He muttered to himself, like an old craftsman who cherishes his tools, "If this speed is increased further, reaching Mach 500 or even higher... I'm afraid not even this little bit of debris will remain, it will all evaporate completely."

He sighed and carefully collected the core remains of "Skyfire 001" that were more than 50% worn.

(Bai Mo: Yes! That's right! This version of Heavenly Fire can unleash an incredibly powerful attack without me having to burn my life, my soul, or pay any irreversible price... Sounds wonderful, doesn't it?)

(But! What the hell is the price?!)

(The price is burning the "Heavenly Fire" itself! Burning real gold and silver! Burning top-grade materials!!!)

He tried to comfort himself and engage in some positive mental preparation:

"I don't feel bad, I don't feel bad... Out with the old, in with the new, right?"

He took a deep breath, as if trying to convince himself, "Look, you've gotten another freebie... no, I mean, you've acquired another Titan weapon, 'The Blade of Divine Retribution,' in extremely good condition, right?"

And those high-quality "Suspended-Feng Indigo" stones I casually picked up before! They're all valuable! A huge profit!

"Besides, launching an attack of this level wouldn't require me to pay a heavy price, like sacrificing my lifespan, health, or soul contract; it would only require..."

His mental preparation came to an abrupt halt as a cold, hard number uncontrollably sprang into his mind—the astronomical cost that sent shivers down his spine.

Damn! I can't make this up anymore!!!

Bai Mo was internally screaming, and the calm he was trying to maintain on his face was about to collapse.

Four million Liheng coins!!! A full four million!!!

If all this money were piled up, it could bury his little body several times over! If this money were given to that little money-grubber, Saifeier, she wouldn't just be working as a catgirl at the shop; she'd probably cosplay as a catgirl maid, pack herself up, and deliver herself to his door, complete with lifetime VIP after-sales service!

The thought of those glittering, winged four million Liheng coins flying away made Bai Mo feel a sharp pain in his chest, even more painful than taking a direct hit from Nicardoli.

He clutched his chest, staring at the half-piece of scrap metal in his hand, feeling a bit short of breath.

Bai Mo finally climbed out of the bottomless pit. When he looked up, he saw Wan Di still standing like a stone statue at the edge of the pit, only now Ti Bao was beside him.

Tibo was standing on tiptoe, patting Wan Di's muscular arm, comforting him in her unique, somewhat childlike tone:

"Alright, alright, little enemy, out with the old, in with the new... Look, now Suspended Peak City... uh, Suspended Peak Pit, how spacious it is! We won't have to demolish anything to build new structures anymore, isn't that great!"

Wan Di's expression remained as complex as a tangled mess, a mixture of sadness, confusion, frustration, and a hint of speechlessness at the description of "spaciousness."

Upon seeing Bai Mo approach, Wan Di took a deep breath, suppressing all the complex emotions surging within him.

His gaze was fixed intently on Bai Mo, his voice trembling slightly: "Bai Mo, my clan's... Nicardoli, that immortal god-king, is he really... completely dead? This... this level of attack, is it possible that even an 'immortal body' cannot withstand it?"

Bai Mo did not answer immediately. His consciousness quietly sank into the depths of his mind, where there was a newly generated folder named [Nikadory].

Then Bai Mo raised his head, met Wan Di's gaze, and nodded firmly: "Yes, Nicardoli has indeed been killed by me."

Upon hearing this final verdict, Wan Di swayed slightly, then closed his eyes, as if both relieved of a heavy burden and embraced utter nothingness. He needed time to process it all.

Seeing this, Bai Mo quickly changed the subject, looking around: "By the way, where is Bai E? Why isn't he with you?" He tried to shift the focus away from the dead God King and the homeland that had turned into a pit.

However, Tibo, standing to the side, immediately put her hands on her hips and began to "educate" Bai Mo in a huff:

"Little—Little—White—!"

She dragged out her words, and despite her short stature, she exuded a powerful aura.

Chapter 91 Bai Mo: What is "Conflict"? The demigod thinks I am more suited to conflict?

“We really need to give you a good talking to! You blew up Xiao Di’s hometown and turned it into… a ‘large-scale archaeological site’! That’s one thing!”

Have you ever considered a very, very, very important question?!

She stretched out her tiny finger, almost poking Bai Mo's stomach: "Where is Nicardoli's 'Spark'?! That's one of the most crucial things in the process of re-creation!"

Although theoretically that thing shouldn't be so easily broken, what if it is?!

What if your "big firework" accidentally sends it flying into some random corner? Or worse? What if it gets blown to smithereens?

Where are we supposed to find it?! Do you even know how important that thing is?!

"Uh... this..." Bai Mo was speechless when asked the question. He subconsciously touched the back of his head, and his eyes began to wander.

It seems he... truly hadn't considered the issues of "loot recovery" and "security of important items" at all.

Tibo's words hit him like a barrage of bullets, making him feel a little guilty.

Just as Bai Mo was about to be frozen in place by Tibao's gaze, a figure sped out from the ruins not far away. It was Bai E!

He ran at high speed around the outer area of ​​the site of the former abyss, which had been flattened by the shockwave, several times before coming to a steady stop in front of everyone, in the palm of his hand—

It is precisely the spark of "conflict"!

“Teacher Tibao, I found it about five kilometers to the southwest, under a fractured foundation. The shockwave pushed it there, and it’s intact,” Bai E explained succinctly, handing the fire to Tibao.

Tibo carefully took the crucial spark, examined it thoroughly, and then breathed a long sigh of relief, her anger subsiding considerably.

She looked at Bai Mo again, her tone softening considerably, but still carrying a hint of caution: "Alright, you were lucky this time, with Xiao Bai helping you clean it up... helping you find it. But don't act so impulsively next time! Do you hear me, Xiao Bai?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I know, I know! I'll definitely pay attention next time! I'll give priority to recycling the fire seed!" Bai Mo nodded vigorously, his attitude as sincere as could be.

A minor crisis was finally averted. The group prepared to return to Ohmma with the precious "Conflict" spark.

However, at that moment, Bai Mo's mind stirred slightly.

His consciousness once again sank into the folder named "Nikadory".

Not far away, the enormous "Heavenly Punishment Blade" stuck in the scorched earth suddenly emitted a deep yet powerful hum!

The dust and debris covering it fell away, and then, this enormous thing slowly and on its own rose from the ground and hovered in mid-air, its blade slightly adjusted, as if waiting for the next command!

Just as Tibao was about to leave, she suddenly turned around, her eyes wide open, and then she turned sharply to Bai Mo, who had an "innocent" look on his face.

Her gaze swept back and forth between Bai Mo and the Blade of Heavenly Punishment twice.

Finally, she muttered under her breath, "...Little White is way over the limit! Absolutely way over the limit!!"

Having said that, she didn't even glance at anyone else, and carrying the spark of "conflict," she stepped into the Hundred Worlds Gate leading to Ohma without looking back.

Bai Mo didn't care about Ti Bao's reaction, and even stretched and loosened his muscles in a good mood.

Deep down, he was happily organizing documents.

He carefully separated the fragments that shimmered with different lights and qualities from the Nicardo folder—"Courage," "Glory," "Reason," "Resilience," and "Sacrifice"—and categorized them into five newly created subfolders.

With the last trait successfully archived, a very low-level, fundamental permission that originally belonged to Nicardi's core folder was completely opened to him.

Immortality, obtained!

"Wh...what? You want me...to take over the flame of 'Conflict'? To become...a demigod of Conflict?"

When Aglaia calmly made this suggestion to Bai Mo, Bai Mo was completely stunned.

He almost thought he was hallucinating because of the design he had been drawing for "Heavenly Judgment" recently. He subconsciously picked at his ears, his face full of disbelief.

Bai Mo looked at Aglaia, who now seemed to understand human nature, and tried to find a trace of a joke on her face.

Aglaia looked at his bewildered expression, sighed helplessly, rubbed her temples with her fingers, and explained, "Originally, the most ideal candidate would naturally be Wan Di."

As the Crown Prince of Xuanfeng, his bloodline was most compatible with "Conflict," and his will was exceptionally strong. However…

Aglaia's tone became even more helpless, "He himself refused very firmly."

"Refuse?" Bai Mo was somewhat surprised. That was an opportunity to become a demigod!

“Yes.” Aglaia nodded. “He said he was not ready to take on such a heavy divine authority. He still had confusion and concerns in his heart. Forcing the integration might cause changes and would easily disappoint his people and companions.”

She looked up at Bai Mo, her gaze becoming somewhat complicated: "Moreover... he specifically pointed out that you were the one who killed Titanicadori of 'Conflict' all by yourself."

According to the ancient tradition of the Suspended Peak, you yourself possess the right to swear the highest priority over its authority.

Moreover, you have easily mastered the "Heavenly Punishment Edge," the supreme treasure of the Suspended Edge Clan... All of this proves from various perspectives that there is some kind of... extraordinary compatibility and possibility between you and the "Conflict" authority.

"From both a moral and logical standpoint, having you attempt to fuse with the fire seed and pass the 'trial' might give you the highest success rate."

Aglaia concluded, "Although your... style of doing things is often unexpected, considering the uniqueness of your abilities, I also agree with his... idea, which sounds a bit outrageous, but is not without reason."

Bai Mo fell completely silent. He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know where to begin his rebuttal.

Wan Di... Is that really what he thinks? Or is it something else?

Bai Mo's thoughts involuntarily began to rewind rapidly, recalling every detail that had happened since he met this Crown Prince Xuanfeng:

Our first formal meeting was, it seems, on the wasteland outside the city. I didn't quite understand the situation before I bombarded him several times in a row? I "killed" him several times in a physical sense.

The second time, it seems, was in the arena? I beat him to his knees again, forcing this proud crown prince to... uh, to gnaw on the earth beast's red soil?

Then, not long ago... I killed the god that his clan worshipped, who was, in a sense, their spiritual totem, in a very dramatic and uncompromising way.

Chapter 92 Ten Thousand Enemies: Bai Mo would be doing me a disservice if he didn't have an affair with me.

That wasn't all. While killing the god, he also casually blew up two-thirds of the god's hometown, even leaving a landmark crater.

During this period, it seems that he also "casually" used the Hundred Realms Gate to steal a lot of high-quality rare ores from the mines near the old site.

Moreover, he brazenly treated someone else's racial treasure, "Heaven's Wrath," as if it were his personal toy, manipulating it at will...

Bai Mo gasped. As he recounted each and every incident, he suddenly felt a strong surge of guilt and unease welling up inside him.

He now felt that Wan Di was being even more lenient with him than Bai E! This level of tolerance was simply off the charts!

After all that mess, Wan Di was still able to speak to me calmly and even "objectively and fairly" recommend me to Aglaia to inherit this precious demigod position?

Thank goodness this is reality!

If this were in a popular novel, and the characters had done so many terrible things to him, and there wasn't something more than friendship between them... readers probably wouldn't believe it!

He now prefers to suspect that Wan Di's rejection of the fire was not an objective consideration, but rather a desire for revenge against him.

Looking at the complex expression on Bai Mo's face, which changed unpredictably, sometimes showing shock, sometimes guilt, and sometimes deep self-doubt, Aglaia sighed helplessly once again.

"So... what's your decision, Bai Mo?"

"This is the core of the cosmic vortex? I've never been here before." Bai Mo gazed at the magnificent scene of the swirling starry river.

"Are you really ready to accept the trial, Bai Mo?" Tining asked calmly.

"I think... I'm ready." Bai Mo nodded, looking at the concerned gazes on Xi Lian, Bai E, and the others.

"Together with us, Little White." Tinin opened her palms and began to chant the incantation.

Bai Mo and Tinin: "The majestic twelve Titans, the pillars supporting the world—"

"We seek divinity here to mend the cracks in the world—"

"To infuse the flesh with golden blood, to willingly wither and dry up for divine decree..."

"Uh... I don't think I have the Golden Blood?" Bai Mo suddenly realized and looked at Tining.