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

“…” Tinning remained silent for a while before answering.

"These words are simply to make the prayer sound more solemn. Please concentrate... and offer the flame of 'strife'."

"Bai'er, do you think... Xiao Baimo can succeed?" Xi Lian's fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, her pink eyes filled with obvious worry.

Bai E stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, a hint of solemnity on his resolute face. He remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking:

"I don't know what the so-called 'trial of strife' actually entails. If it's a contest of pure destructive power, even ten Nicardis resurrected wouldn't be enough to defeat Bai Mo."

He paused, his brow furrowing slightly. "But... the trials of the gods, especially the concept of 'conflict,' are probably not so simple. They often strike at the most vulnerable parts of the human heart."

Bai E looked at Xi Lian, her tone softening: "However, in any case, as family, all we can do is believe in him and pray for his safe return."

Bai Mo opened his eyes amidst an endless, heart-stopping, blinding red halo.

The red light was neither warm nor fiery; rather, it was filled with a cold, tangible aura, as if solidified from countless conflicts, pain, and despair, making it hard to breathe.

He found himself standing in nothingness, the surrounding scenery flickering and reforming like shattered glass.

He saw Xi Lian being swallowed by the black tide while protecting a child. Her pink figure silently melted away in the darkness, leaving only an unfinished scream.

He saw Bai E roar as he charged toward the endless tide of monsters, his towering body eventually being submerged and silenced, leaving only that familiar weapon broken on the ground.

He saw the enemy holding firm at a certain defensive line until the very last moment, wounded in the back and their bodies shattered.

He saw Xia Die, Feng Jin, Teacher Ti Bao, Aglaia, the villagers of Ai Li Mi Xie, his own parents... one familiar figure after another, "dying" before his eyes in various tragic ways.

Pain, fear, resentment, and despair surged like tangible waves, crashing wildly against his senses along with the images.

A cold and grand voice, seemingly composed of countless roars and wails, resounded directly in the depths of his consciousness:

"You're scared, aren't you?"

"You are afraid of their deaths, afraid that everything you cherish and care about will eventually pass away before your eyes, and you... are powerless to stop it."

Bai Mo's pupils contracted slightly, but then he chuckled, his voice unusually clear in the red space:

"Ha. The Trial of 'Conflict'... Is that all there is to it? A clumsy, pre-planned death movie? Truly... utterly unoriginal."

He even had the leisure to subtly glance into the depths of his own consciousness—a system interface that only he could perceive, which was now completely still and lifeless.

'As expected…' Bai Mo understood. After watching some of Ohma's films and even historical documentaries, he had already guessed that his system ability was strictly bound to the key element of "retrospective memories".

These trials, which simulate the "future" illusions constructed based on his existing knowledge and fears, are not real "experiences" in essence, nor can they trigger the system's recording and archiving mechanisms.

This confirms one of his conjectures, but at the same time, it raises a doubt: the confirmed conjecture is about his system: although "memory" may not be its core essence, "memory" is definitely involved in it!

As for doubts… Bai Mo now suspects that the system in his mind and the thing in his mind that calls itself a “golden finger” are very likely not the same thing! The disconnect is too strong!

It seems it never cared about the so-called "Star God"?

And didn't it also complain about how bad the system was? Would anyone really criticize themselves like that?

Therefore... the relationship between the system and the cheat system may be much more complex than Bai Mo thought.

The cold voice paused for a moment, then rang out again, still calm:

"Trial participant, you are calm, even ruthless. Even in a trial filled with such intense 'strife,' you have admirably maintained your undisturbed rationality. But..."

The voice suddenly became sharp and harsh:

"This excessive calmness will eventually bury you completely! You can continue to deceive yourself, saying that what you see before you is just a useless illusion, that what I am showing you is just a false death!"

But all I did was to let you see what they looked like when they died!

So that when that moment truly arrives, you won't be so overwhelmed by tears of helplessness that you won't even be able to see their final faces clearly!

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Thank you for the great massage, junior brother from the Mahjong Sect!

At the same time, I would also like to thank all the readers for their continued support and companionship!

Finally, regarding the daily tasks you mentioned:

Upcoming blockbuster regions

There are also underhanded tactics used against the author.

Chapter 93 Xi Lian: Of course it's because Bai Mo has turned into a sweet and soft girl!

P.S.: I took my driving test yesterday and waited all morning, so I couldn't type anything. Luckily, I passed on the first try.

By the way, thank you all for your support. This is the fourth update today!

The red light surged violently, making the scenes of death clearer and more gruesome, as if trying to imprint every detail into the depths of Bai Mo's soul.

"I want you to understand! The reason why the journey is great and the epic is magnificent is because everything eventually comes to an end!"

"Civilization can only grow when it is placed in conflict!"

"Humans are born hating suffering! But only suffering can truly temper the will, and only loss can truly make one stand tall!"

The voice was like a heavy hammer, striking Bai Mo's defenses again and again:

"Ask yourself! In this trial of 'strife,' use your most prized composure and rationality to think things through carefully—"

"Can you truly achieve perfect salvation? Can you guarantee that the people you care about, the people of this world you love, will remain on the path you choose..."

"Is it really true that none of them will die? Can you really bear the consequences... of losing even one of them?"

"Isn't your confidence just another form of arrogance and self-deception?"

This trial doesn't dwell on combat and destruction, but rather precisely targets Bai Mo's deepest inner vulnerability—a vulnerability he himself is unwilling to easily touch.

The fear of not being able to protect everyone and the doubt about whether he can protect everyone.

It uses the cruelest "possibilities" to pry open the cracks beneath his calm exterior, plunging him into a quagmire of self-doubt.

After a long wait, Wan Di's deep and powerful voice broke the silence.

His bronze face was furrowed, his gaze fixed intently on the seemingly stagnant vortex of light.

“Aglaia, if I may be so bold, this trial… has lasted far too long. This is definitely not normal.”

Agrea's beautiful face was already filled with deep worry, and her insightful eyes were now clouded with shadows.

Upon hearing Wan Di's words, she pursed her lips slightly but did not answer directly. Instead, she cast a hopeful gaze at the petite figure beside her.

“Master,” Aglaia’s voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, “the feedback from the vortex… what are your thoughts on this?”

Tinning closed her eyes, her small hands gently outstretched, as if listening to some rhythm incomprehensible to ordinary people. Her brows furrowed deeper and deeper:

"The flow of the vortex's core... is chaotic and elusive. Inside the trial... I can only glean some vague fragments?"

Aglaia's heart sank: "Just a few words? Was that Bai Mo's voice?"

"I don't know... It's hard to hear clearly... The interference is too strong, like trying to hear an echo from a distant mountain through a storm..."

Tinning's small body suddenly trembled violently, and her tone changed abruptly, filled with unprecedented panic!

"...! Little White's 'voice'... has stopped!"

Aglaia's face turned deathly pale. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were filled with a resolute, icy coldness. She looked at Wan Di, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable weight:

“It has come to this... Medmus,” she called his name, her voice heavy, “be prepared.”

Wan Di's burly body tensed abruptly, and he nodded heavily, his steely will burning in his eyes: "I understand, Aglaia."

He stepped forward, his gaze piercing as he looked at the now lifeless center of the vortex, his voice resolute:

"I will forcefully intervene in the trial, and no matter what it has become, I will drag Bai Mo out of there!"

But then, with a hint of warning in his voice, he looked at Aglaia:

"But that's all. I will not, and never will, represent Suspended Edge at this time to take over the divine authority of 'conflict.'"

Aglaia met Wan Di's gaze without the slightest surprise, and solemnly nodded in promise: "Of course. The situation is critical right now, and it's already a miracle that we were able to bring Bai Mo back. I would never ask for anything more at this moment."

Bai Mo suddenly opened his eyes on the soft bed. His chest heaved violently, as if he had just struggled out of deep water.

A lingering, bloody afterimage seemed to remain on his retina, and the faint echoes of clashing metal and desperate screams still lingered in his ears.

"Little Bai Mo! You're finally awake!"

A joyful shout exploded in his ears.

Immediately afterward, before he was fully awake, a warm and tight hug enveloped him, carrying a familiar and reassuring faint floral scent, but it also made it a little hard for him to breathe.

Bai Mo's consciousness was still in a chaotic state, having just emerged from the intense trial. His brain was processing information a beat slower than usual, and he mumbled somewhat dazedly and subconsciously, "Sister Xi Lian... why are you hugging me... so tightly...?"

But from above came Xi Lian's lighthearted voice, clearly teasing and mischievous:

"Of course it's because—our little Bai Mo has gone through the trials and become a sweet, soft, and adorable girl! Of course, I have to give her a big hug to celebrate!"

"...???"

These words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly shattering all the fog and lingering blood in Bai Mo's mind!

His eyes widened suddenly, all confusion and bewilderment replaced by extreme shock!

Almost reflexively, he sprang up from the bed with a whoosh, his movement so fast it even created a gust of wind, and instinctively looked down at his body—

"Hahahaha—!" Seeing his panicked and alarmed appearance, Xi Lian finally couldn't help but burst into joyful laughter, laughing so hard that tears almost streamed down her face.

"Sorry, sorry! Little Bai Mo looked so cute in that dazed state just now, I couldn't help but scare you a little! Silly little Bai Mo, are you still the same old you!?"

Bai Mo: "..."

He let out a long sigh of relief, then belatedly realized he was speechless, and glared at Xi Lian, who was laughing hysterically.

Just a moment ago, his heart almost raced to 200 mph.

"Brother! You're finally awake! How are you feeling?" A steady voice, filled with genuine concern, came from the other side. Bai E's tall figure approached, his face showing obvious relief.

Although Bai Mo felt he was fine, he still lay down on the bed at Xi Lian's insistence.

He shook his head slightly, and his strong physical fitness and mental resilience began to quickly dispel the last vestiges of discomfort. The dazedness in his eyes completely faded, and he regained his usual clarity and composure.

“Sister Xilian, Bai E.” His voice was still a little hoarse from just waking up, but it had become steady. “How long have I been unconscious?” This was the first question he asked after regaining consciousness.

Chapter 94 Bai Mo: Wan Di, were you also exchanging blows with Nicardo in the Trial of Conflict?

Xi Lian wiped away the tears of laughter with a towel and explained, "It's only been about five hours since Wan Di forcibly intervened in the trial and brought you out."

Feng Jin came to see you before and said that you were extremely exhausted and might be unconscious for a whole day. I didn't expect you to regain consciousness so quickly. That's wonderful.

“Five hours…” Bai Mo repeated in a low voice, fragments of memories from the trial flooding his mind like a tide, causing him to frown slightly, “It was really… quite a mess.”

Bai Mo made no attempt to hide his defeat.

Then he shook off those unpleasant memories and asked the crucial question: "By the way, what about Aglaia and Wan Di? Where did they go after my trial was forcibly terminated?"

Upon hearing this question, Bai E's previously relaxed expression instantly vanished, replaced by a serious look. He replied in a deep voice:

"Wan Di's expression has been a bit off since he rescued you."

"And Aglaia went to deal with the emergency after your condition stabilized."

She said…after the Titanic Cardoli's death was confirmed, the Black Tide, which had been somewhat blocked or suppressed within the depths of Suspended Edge City by his power, lost its final restraint and began to surge forth on a large scale. The situation seemed very dire.

Bai Er paused, his tone becoming even heavier: "It seems that the fallen god-king may have unconsciously shouldered part of the responsibility of blocking the black tide during his lifetime."

Now this responsibility... has completely fallen on hard times. Aglaia must deal with this immediately, assess the situation, and organize defenses.

After a short rest, Bai Mo felt that his strength and spirit had been largely restored.

However, he was still concerned about the black tide emerging in Suspended Peak City, so he got up to find Aglaia to discuss countermeasures.

But as he walked through a relatively secluded corridor in the holy city of Ohma, he saw an unexpected figure in a corner.

The Crown Prince of Xuanfeng, who was always as sharp and assertive as a lion, was now leaning alone against the cold stone wall, his head slightly lowered, his golden hair obscuring part of his expression, but his tightly furrowed brows and the heavy, oppressive aura emanating from him were completely different from usual.

He seemed to be completely absorbed in his own world, not even noticing Bai Mo approaching.

Bai Mo stopped and looked at Wan Di in silence for a moment.

He recalled the trial he had just experienced, and then he remembered Bai E saying that Wan Di had forcibly intervened and taken him out, as well as Bai E's reminder that "Wan Di's expression was also a bit strange when he came out."

He chose not to make a sound to disturb them, but silently walked forward and, imitating Wan Di, leaned against the stone wall beside him, keeping his shoulder at a just-right distance.

The two stood side by side in silence for a while, with only the faint sound of the breeze passing through the pillars.

Finally, Bai Mo spoke first, his voice lower than usual: