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

"Wan Di," Bai Mo turned his head to look at the other's resolute profile, "thank you for rushing into the trial and rescuing me despite the danger. I will remember this kindness."

He paused, and seeing that the other person remained silent, he continued, his tone becoming even gentler:

"However... Bai'er later told me that after you 'dragged' me out of that awful place, your own expression... was also a little off."

Bai Mo carefully chose his words, "Maidemus, did you... see something in that trial as well?"

The enemy remained silent, as if what they had seen in the trial was something heavy that could not be easily spoken of.

But Bai Mo didn't take it to heart, and he didn't expect to get an answer immediately.

He turned back, his gaze fixed on the bright, dazzling sky of Ohmma outside the corridor, as if speaking to his enemies, or perhaps to himself:

“That voice in the ‘Conflict’ trial… it’s really annoying, isn’t it?”

Bai Mo tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly bitter self-deprecating smile.

"It's like it can see through the deepest cracks in your soul, and once it finds your weakness, it will relentlessly attack you. The key is... you really can't completely refute what it says."

He let out a soft breath and continued, "However... after this ordeal, it has also proven one thing."

As a soldier, my inner strength... is far from sufficient.

Bai Mo acknowledged his shortcomings, but his tone was not discouraged; instead, it conveyed a clear-headedness in facing reality.

"However, it forced me to expose the fears and weaknesses in my heart that I least wanted to face and had been trying to ignore, laying them out in the sunlight... This is not necessarily all a bad thing."

"At least……"

Bai Mo's voice carried a sense of determination: "From now on, I can no longer deceive myself by ignoring them."

I have to look at them, and then... find a way to become stronger, strong enough that those 'possibilities' will never happen.

Wan Di, standing beside him, remained silent, but his body, which had been as stiff as a stone sculpture, seemed to relax slightly.

Bai Mo didn't continue the topic. He reached out and patted Wan Di's strong arm hard.

"Alright." He straightened up, his tone becoming pragmatic and firm again.

"Let's leave the reminiscing and reflections here. There's something more important now—a large number of Black Tide Creatures have emerged near Suspended Peak City. If left unchecked, the Black Tide may soon engulf Ohma."

I must meet with Ms. Aglaia immediately to devise a response strategy.

He took a step to leave, but paused slightly as he passed Wan Di.

He didn't turn around, but his voice came clearly, carrying an unprecedented solemnity:

"But, a thousand enemies."

"Don't misunderstand. I'm telling you this not to expect or imply that you should take over that divine right of 'conflict'."

His words were firm and resolute: "I respect the decisions each of you makes, whatever they may be."

“However,” his voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable sense of responsibility and decisiveness, “it’s just that…”

"As an elder of Ohmar, as the savior, I must act immediately. I need to unite the forces of Ohmar and lead the willing armies of Ohmar and Suspended Edge City to Suspended Edge City as quickly as possible—"

"Resist the Black Tide and defend this last piece of land beneath our feet."

After saying that, he didn't linger and strode away, leaving behind a resolute yet hurried figure.

Only when Bai Mo's footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor did Wan Di, who had been as silent as a mountain, slowly... raise his head.

His deep gaze followed the direction Bai Mo had left, a complex light surging and settling violently in his lava-like eyes.

What he saw in that trial was the people of Suspended Peak fighting to the death against the Ohmans for the outdated glory of Suspended Peak, until the Suspended Peak Dynasty was completely destroyed...

Chapter 95 Lai Gushi: Children, Bai Mo's mouth is too venomous.

The former site of Xuanfeng City, the front-line battlefield.

The horizon was submerged by twisted, writhing black tides, which, like filthy waves, relentlessly battered the crumbling defenses.

at this time--

A piercing shriek that tore through the sky suddenly silenced all the noise of the battlefield!

It was a streak of light so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual perception, carrying unparalleled destructive energy, and swept across the edge of the battlefield at a terrifying speed of Mach 100, like a divine judgment!

Buzz—Boom! !!!

That's the "Sword of Divine Retribution"!

It did not fall directly into the area where the monsters were most concentrated, but rather, with an exquisite angle and trajectory, like the sharpest scalpel, it precisely "scraped" across the flank of the surging black tide!

Wherever it passed, space itself seemed to be torn apart and distorted! Those ferocious, roaring black tide creations, whether colossal beasts or swarms of tiny units, didn't even have time to struggle before this absolute speed and power.

In an instant, it was vaporized, torn apart, and decomposed into the most primitive particles, completely annihilated! It forcibly cleared a brief but dazzling blank space in the surging black tide!

On the relatively intact section of the ancient city wall that remains in Xuanfeng City.

Bai Mo stood there, the wind whipping his bangs across his forehead, revealing eyes that were calm to the point of indifference. He had just remotely controlled that earth-shattering attack.

Behind him, the once desolate ruins of the cliff face had been transformed into a huge, bustling construction site.

Large numbers of soldiers—both the garrison of Ohm and the regrouped elite troops—are working under the command of officers to build defensive fortifications against the ruins.

There were also many people dressed in scholar's robes moving among them, using various instruments to survey the terrain, calculate energy flow, and set up temporary protective rune arrays.

The sounds of shouts, clanging metal, and chanting spells mingled together, creating a unique symphony.

"Little Bai," Tibo appeared beside him without his noticing. Her small stature meant she had to crane her neck to see Bai Mo's profile.

Her voice was filled with worry, "Are you really alright? The 'Conflict' trial only ended a few hours ago, and you were under so much mental strain. You rushed to the battlefield now and are using your power at such a high intensity..."

Upon hearing this, the coldness in Bai Mo's eyes quickly melted away. He lowered his head and gave Tibao a reassuring and firm smile: "Don't worry, Teacher Tibao, I'm fine. Now is not the time to rest peacefully."

He paused, then his tone became serious, "As for logistics and the allocation of supplies, there are countless things to do, and I'll have to ask you to take good care of them."

"Mmm!" Tibo nodded vigorously, her little face instantly lighting up. She waved her little fist.

"Leave it to us, Little White! We...we haven't seen so many different people so united and working towards the same goal in such a long, long time!"

Her excitement lasted only a moment; her eyes suddenly dimmed, carrying a trace of melancholy and sorrow that had transcended time, and her voice lowered:

"If... if everyone had been this united back then... wouldn't we... not be left with only three people in the end...?"

Bai Mo paused for a moment, then reached out and gently ruffled Tibao's hair, his movements tender. His gaze returned to the busy figures below, his voice low and filled with emotion:

"I didn't expect so many people to respond to the call."

Not only the Ohmans, but also the Suspended Ones who had lost their homes, the scholars of the Tree Court, and even the priests of Janusapolis almost all stood up.

It seems that people have always been able to distinguish right from wrong in the face of major issues.

The desire to survive and protect one's home is the simplest of truths.

In the past, many times they were simply... manipulated by a few ambitious individuals with ulterior motives, or blinded by lies and prejudice.

Tibo nodded as if she understood, her mood seemed to improve, and she turned and skipped away to continue her work.

Once Tibo was out of sight, Bai Mo's gentle expression quickly faded, replaced by a cold and stern demeanor.

A distorted, blurry, and dark projection, visible only to him, gathered around him like a ghost.

The projection wasn't even facing him directly; it was turned to the side, speaking to itself in a mocking and indifferent tone, as if reading a pre-written verdict:

"Truly... laughably naive, pathetically innocent. To actually attempt to stop the 'Black Tide,' which is the source code of the world and represents the ultimate destiny, with the power of an ant?"

"Kammerslana, your struggles and those of the rabble beneath your feet are nothing but a clumsy farce on the stage of the apocalypse."

Even if the power of "the earth" and "the law" happens to fall into your hands, so what?

How long can you use them to delay this inevitable annihilation?

The Black Tide engulfing the world is a foregone conclusion. Not to mention…

The projected voice carried a malicious glee, "I even thoughtfully adjusted the spread of the Black Tide to its maximum speed just for you. Enjoy this final, futile run to the fullest, hehe..."

Bai Mo didn't even turn his head completely; he merely glanced coldly at the blurry projection out of the corner of his eye, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

“Laigushi, I’m telling you, you’re starting to look more and more like those pathetic and ridiculous little villains in third-rate cartoons.”

Having secretly done something you think is a 'bad thing,' you can't wait to jump to the forefront, wink and chatter incessantly at the audience, desperately trying to assert your pathetic and despicable presence?

His voice was sharp as a knife: "Are you so pathetic that you can't even conjure a decent projection that can speak directly to me?"

What? Is your access restricted too much, or are you so guilty that you don't dare to look me in the eye?

What can you do now besides chirping incompetently in my ear like a cricket hiding in a corner?

Bai Mo scoffed, "You can't even manage to get me covered in your saliva. You're useless except for being disgusting. Save your breath."

He knew that Lai Gushi, high in the sky, would be able to clearly receive every word he said.

The projection paused noticeably for a moment, clearly someone had been touched on a sore spot, before quickly switching to a new image: "Kamerslana! Has anyone ever told you that your mouth is really..."

(At that moment, Xia: My student, what do you think? Magical skills!)

Bai Mo interrupted him without any politeness, and casually raised his hand, snapping his fingers crisply.

Chapter 96 Bai Mo: Lai Gushi? Too lazy to listen to anything? Cut off the microphone right now!!!

The "Ultimate Protocol" permission is activated instantly—forcefully silencing/blocking communications of specific targets!

The blurry projection flickered violently like a screen with a poor signal, then vanished instantly as if the signal source had been forcibly cut off, not even transmitting the last half of the curse.

Only Bai Mo's calm yet proud final words remained in the air, echoing softly on the empty city wall:

"—Because I would never say such harsh things to people I care about."

As for those people I don't care about... oh, sorry, I mean... things."

“I usually don’t let them finish speaking in front of me.”

The main message is: If I insult you, you have to take it; you want to insult me? Sorry, I can't be bothered to listen, even listening to your barking is a waste of my time.

Ohma, the Hero's Bath.

Warm, moist steam rose like a thin veil, blurring the columns and dome carved with ancient epics.

Aglaia soaked in the warm pool water, leaning against the pool wall. The misty steam made her face appear somewhat hazy, but only her eyes, which had seen many hardships, clearly reflected her figure.

She watched the tall, determined soldier walk into the bath area, a knowing smile curving her lips, her voice soft and gentle, tinged with the warmth of water:

“Wan Di?” she said softly, as if she had expected it. “You still came.”

Her gaze calmly swept over Wan Di's posture, which seemed to indicate he had made a tremendous decision, and she continued:

"Moreover, it seems... you are ready to take over the divine authority of 'Conflict' that is inherently connected to your bloodline."

Wan Di stopped at the poolside, his lava-like eyes fixed on Aglaia. He thought he had seen through the entire scheme.

His voice was deep and carried a hint of barely perceptible wariness: "I can only say that Miss Jinzhi of the Holy City truly lives up to her reputation as a demigod who has lived for over a thousand years."

You knew all along that Bai Mo couldn't pass that so-called trial, didn't you? Your ultimate goal was never him, but rather to force me... to accept this power, right?

His words carried a certainty that "I have seen through you."

To his surprise, Aglaia did not deny or defend herself, but instead chuckled softly, the sound rippling gently in the bath.

"It seems... that cold, calculating, and manipulative person I once was has really left a rather bad and deep-seated stereotype on you and many other people."

Her words carried a hint of self-deprecation, but more than that, they conveyed a sense of relief.

Her smile faded, her gaze becoming deep and sincere as she looked at Wan Di through the mist:

"But... a thousand enemies."

"What if I said that my real purpose in arranging this trial was simply to force Bai Mo to confront his deepest fears?"

Aglaia slowly revealed her true intention: "He possesses great power and extraordinary potential, but he is still immature."

He only vaguely realized that he needed to shoulder the responsibility of being a 'savior,' but he never truly or deeply understood what that title represented...

That incredibly heavy price, enough to crush any soul.

She gently stirred the water and continued, "In comparison, although Bai E's strength is far inferior to Bai Mo's, he understood the cruel truth behind the word 'savior' earlier and more profoundly than Bai Mo."

"Bai Mo is sometimes... in certain aspects, really naive to the point of being childish."

Aglaia's tone was not belittling, but rather carried a complex sense of worry.

"Chasing fire is a journey of constant loss, and in all of that, life is as insignificant as dust."