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

"Or perhaps... you've finally heard of the great feat I've accomplished here, and have come specifically to deliver this final, crucial ingredient that I've refined?"

Through his fervent and proud narration, Xia Die finally learned the whole truth.

"In those days when mythology still existed, perhaps you had not yet been born, but in the field of alchemy, no one could rival me!"

His spirit trembled slightly with excitement: "I will accomplish an unprecedented feat on these shallows where the River Styx flows—to make the great Polyces soar once more, and to bring true 'death' back to the world!"

"But... isn't it the very thing that brings 'death' to the world?" Xi Lian couldn't help but ask softly, her curiosity piqued.

"Oh...it seems you are unaware of something." The alchemist's spirit let out a mocking laugh, almost with pity.

"Indeed, the girl who descended with the dragon has the ability to easily kill people."

Ironically, however, Polyces himself, who brought her here, possesses an essence that makes one "immortal"!

"..." Xia Die's eyes widened suddenly, and her body swayed almost imperceptibly.

After a long while, she murmured with difficulty, "So...it really is so? The Styx is blocked, the dead wander..."

She closed her eyes, accepted this cruel reality, and voiced her speculation:

The souls of the victims should drift along the River Styx until they reach the end of the West Wind and return to eternal rest.

But this river of souls flowing back to their origin... was blocked by the fall of Polyces.

"Excellent! Exactly!" the alchemist's spirit exclaimed in praise, as if it had found a kindred spirit.

"That's why I must let it return to the world, spread its wings again, and clear the way for death!"

I had already set up a perfect alchemical array on the tower outside the city, but unfortunately... I'm missing the most crucial living material.

His gaze finally locked onto Xia Die, his voice becoming deep and seductive:

"That last ingredient—is the girl who lives in symbiosis with death!"

The alchemist's spirit let out a final, long sigh, its form growing even fainter:

"Everyone, I know that I am but a soul, powerless to change anything. Take this—a faint point of light containing a complex alchemical formula floated into Xia Die's hand."

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Chapter 106 Xi Lian: Bai Mo, Xia Die is about to find the meaning of this trip, what about you?

"I beg you... to accomplish that supreme task for me... to bring 'death' back to the world once more!"

May all the wandering souls along this journey find peace, and may the order of life and death... return to its proper place!

After entrusting that glimmer of light, still imbued with unfulfilled obsession, the alchemist's soul, like wisps of smoke scattered by the wind, vanished completely into the heavy air of the underworld with a gentle sway.

It was in this moment of spreading silence that, not far away, specks of golden dust began to gather, like sparks against the current, gradually outlining a familiar and resilient figure.

He muttered under his breath, his tone still tinged with the exhilaration of battle: "That brat Bai E... he should be convinced now... I took away at least several hundred high-level Black Tide Creatures in one go, let's see if he still dares to question my clearing efficiency..."

"Hmm? You guys..." The light completely coalesced, and Wan Di turned his head, seemingly only then noticing the presence of Bai Mo and the other two. His soul was slightly more blurred than in life, but the brilliance in his eyes was still like burning gold.

"Wan Di... Your Excellency?" Xia Die asked tentatively, a hint of surprise on her cold face. She could sense that the other party was neither a living person nor a ghost in the ordinary sense.

Bai Mo's brows furrowed deeply; he had caught an even more crucial piece of information:

“Wan Di, has the pressure on the front lines reached this level? Enough to send you into such frequent…” He paused, choosing that heavy word, “death?”

“Bai Mo… that black tide… is endless.” Wan Di’s spirit replied, his words occasionally pausing, as if in poor communication. “My death… is only temporary.”

His figure, formed from light, seemed to straighten slightly, and his tone carried an unwavering conviction, though still halting, it weighed heavily:

"I will find my way back...against all obstacles...back to the world of the living...to continue my 'guardianship'."

“Lord Wan Di,” Xia Die stepped forward and asked the question that had been lingering in her mind, “I have always wanted to know… why does death resist you so much?”

In her perception of the authority she wielded, the existence of all enemies was like a paradox, with the realm of the dead desperately pushing him away.

"It's me... resisting it." The invincible spirit crossed his arms.

"The temptation to flow down the River Styx... I will resist... I must resist. To go against the current and fight my way out of this damned underworld... that is... my destiny."

He didn't utter the word 'conflict,' but the fighting spirit was already palpable.

"Why is Wan Di starting to stutter?" Xi Lian leaned closer to Bai Mo and whispered the question, her eyes full of confusion.

Xia Die's gaze became clear, and she explained softly, "He seems to be using all his willpower to fight against the temptation of the underworld's whispers."

Every moment, he refused to succumb, refused to truly 'die' in this peaceful resting place. It turns out… his battlefield was never limited to the world of the living.” A hint of respect crept into her voice.

Xia Die finally looked at Wan Di, her voice clear and firm, and extended an invitation: "Lord Wan Di, would you be willing to travel with us?"

We will travel to the transmutation circle atop that tower outside the city… to summon Cenatos (the Titan of Death), who has long been hidden, and to confront death itself.

“Sena...Tos?” Wan Di murmured, repeating the name that symbolized the ultimate end, his golden eyes suddenly bursting with an unprecedented light, “Challenge...death?”

“That’s right,” Xia Die assured. “If we can unite to defeat it, and I obtain the fire of death, become a new demigod, and reshape the order of this place.”

Then, you will no longer have to endure the whispers and temptations of the River Styx every moment.

"Then... let's go together!" Wan Di's response was crisp and decisive, his fighting spirit soaring. "Bai Mo, Xia Die, Xi Lian. Let the one who has brushed with death countless times... lead the way for you!"

"Xia Die..." Xi Lian tugged at Xia Die's sleeve, her pretty face filled with worry, and finally asked the question she had been holding back for so long.

"Are you really sure you want to do this? The alchemist's spirit said at the end... that the magic circle requires... requires you to be used as a sacrifice..." Her voice trembled slightly, unable to imagine the consequences.

Xiaodie stopped and looked back at her companion. The confusion that had once filled her violet eyes had been replaced by a calm determination, as if she had seen a distant lighthouse after passing through a snowstorm.

“I’m not afraid,” her voice was soft, yet exceptionally clear.

"I have come this far amidst confusion and doubt... There is absolutely no reason to turn back."

Her gaze swept lightly over Bai Mo, as if reminding him of something, before she looked ahead at the seemingly endless road leading to the tower.

"After all... it's better to set off than to hesitate. Perhaps today, fate will show mercy and be merciful."

The path to the tower was more rugged and treacherous than imagined. The winds of the underworld seemed to solidify, pressing down on the minds of every traveler.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the faint cracking sound of footsteps stepping over the unidentified wreckage and the distant, indistinct wailing of the dead.

"Wan Di, you're here with us... Is the front line really alright?" Bai Mo finally asked, his mind filled with worry as he pictured his brother Bai E fighting bravely on the battlefield.

"Don't worry..." The spirit of Wan Di shone with a steady and confident golden light. Although its tone was still slightly hesitant due to the struggle against the deathly whispers, it exuded an undeniable certainty.

"Just now... I lured a large number of elite Black Tide creations... onto the inevitable path of 'Heavenly Punishment'... Those brainless idiots... ran right into the blade of 'Conflict'... greatly relieving... the pressure on the front lines."

His words even carried a hint of satisfaction at his successful scheme, as if death was nothing more than a tactical maneuver for him.

Finally, they reached the top of the tower. A huge, ancient stone gate stood before them. The aura emanating from the gate was so ancient that it seemed to be as old as the world itself.

"Behind this door lies the alchemical array, isn't it?" Xia Die took a deep breath, her outstretched hand trembling uncontrollably. This was not only fear of the unknown, but also the palpitation of approaching the end of her destiny.

Just then, Xi Lian quietly approached Bai Mo and quickly placed a cool-to-the-touch purple crystal into his palm.

"Xia Die is about to find the meaning of her journey to the underworld. What about you, Bai Mo? Do you understand anything?"

Chapter 107 Xia Die: So... it is "death" that teaches people to cherish.

Xi Lian's voice was low, her eyes filled with a rare solemnity and concern. "Take a look, it might be of some help to you. This is... the last fragment of the past of that ocean demigod that I could collect."

Bai Mo paused for a moment, the crystal in his palm seeming to pulsate with his heartbeat. He gripped it tightly, nodded to Xi Lian, and put away this weighty gift.

Without further hesitation, Xia Die forcefully pushed open the door that had been sealed for countless years.

Inside the door was an incredibly vast, towering circular space. The floor, walls, and even the entire dome were covered with slowly rotating alchemical arrays emitting a faint glow. Their complexity and sophistication far exceeded imagination, and the gathered energy made the air hum softly.

"According to that alchemist, the final ingredient should be myself..."

Xia Die stepped into the center of the magic circle, her voice echoing in the empty hall, "However, he still does not know the full picture of things... The River Styx is no ordinary thing, but a manifestation of the rules of the world, and it will never be easily blocked."

What truly prevents the dead from ascending to the afterlife and causes all spirits to hesitate is not an ordinary obstacle, but only—the remnant of divinity.

Her gaze sharpened and cleared as she continued to mutter to herself, as if organizing her final thoughts:

"Therefore, if we want to reclaim the flame of 'death' and dredge the River Styx, there is only one way we can go—to awaken Polyces from death itself."

She slowly raised her hand, feeling the power flowing within the magic circle: "But perhaps, what can awaken the dead dragon is not simply the sacrifice of my life, but rather: all the life I experienced after leaving it... those emotions, memories, and insights are the truly crucial 'materials'."

The light of the ceremony began to gradually brighten, and enormous energy began to converge around the butterfly.

However, at that moment, a slender, hazy figure, yet exuding an incomparably gentle aura, suddenly appeared in the flowing light, right in front of Xia Die.

“Lord Amonnet?” Xia Die called out softly in disbelief, a hint of surprise appearing on her usually cold face for the first time.

"Who is she...?" Xi Lian asked in a low voice, both wary and curious.

Xia Die's gaze remained fixed on the suddenly appearing spirit, her voice tinged with a barely perceptible sob:

"She was the first family member I remember... She raised me when I was still young in that desolate land of Aidiria. But now... she is just a spirit left behind."

The spirit named Amonette had a kind and serene face. She gazed at Xiaodie and spoke slowly, her voice like a breeze that had traveled through countless ages:

"Xia Die... perhaps you still don't understand why, in that distant past, some people would willingly believe in 'death'?"

“That’s right…” Xia Die nodded frankly, her confusion clearly evident.

"Your Excellency Amenette, I still cannot imagine why people living in the legendary eternal 'Golden Age,' enjoying almost endless years...would abandon eternity and become obsessed with embracing death?"

"Would you like to hear my insights, Butterfly?" Amonnet's spirit emitted a soft glow.

“Please tell me, Your Excellency Amenette,” Xia Die pleaded earnestly, “Although I have already made a decision in my heart regarding how to deal with the divine right and the flame of death… I need to understand it in its entirety.”

Amonnett's voice was distant and deep, as if expounding on the cornerstone of the world: "Xia Die... if love is not a nature bestowed upon mortals by Meneta (the Titan of Romance), but rather the most profound blessing that death has given us?"

“Love…?” Xia Die murmured repeatedly, the word sounding so abrupt and shocking in the temple of death.

“Exactly.” Amonette’s spirit seemed to be smiling. “It is through loss that we learn to cherish.”

It is precisely because everything has an end and life is as fleeting as a summer flower that we learn how to love passionately and how to embrace everything before us.

Once, in the so-called 'Golden Age' when life was believed to be able to continue indefinitely, no one invented the word "cherish," because all the beauty in the world could be experienced repeatedly, eventually becoming tasteless.

In truth, the people of that era were not truly 'living,' but merely existing in the world, wearily walking and waiting, until they became numb and despairing of eternity itself.

“So,” her voice became clear and strong, “people ultimately choose to embrace death not because they are fascinated by its sinister and terrifying aspects…”

"But rather, it is the impulses, cravings, loves, and desires that accompany a finite life—that brief yet incredibly intense flame of 'life' that intoxicates and maddens them, making them unable to extricate themselves. It is death that defines the value of life."

"..." Xia Die's breathing suddenly became rapid, and a huge wave surged in her once confused eyes.

The core paradox that had been troubling her for so long was finally resolved at this moment!

"Therefore, 'death' is not a cold and hopeless thing, but rather...the reason why people shed tears when they leave, is the spark that initially ignited the passion for life in mortals."

If there were truly no death, the world would revert to eternal stagnation and inertia, and love would lose all its weight and meaning.

An unprecedented realization exploded in her heart, like the first ray of dawn illuminating the darkness of the underworld.

“I understand… Your Excellency Amonnet.” Xia Die’s voice regained its calmness, a sense of certainty and gratitude that came after overcoming confusion and finally reaching the other side.

"It is because of our limited lives that we are shaped by all the emotions and values ​​we love and know. Thank you, my mother... you gave me the final and most important answer."

She stepped forward, opened her arms, and gently embraced the soul that was gradually becoming transparent. There was no sadness, only endless gratitude and relief.

In her daughter's embrace, Amonette's spirit seemed to have fulfilled its last wish, radiating a final, warm, and peaceful light before fading away peacefully into the surrounding light, truly finding peace.

"Lord Bai Mo, I am ready to step into my destiny, please witness it..."

Xia Die's farewell to her mother was gentle yet resolute, but as she turned away, her words abruptly stopped.

She saw Bai Mo standing in the shimmering light, the purple crystal in his hand turning into countless shimmering fragments, like falling stars, swirling and rising around him.

"Lord Bai Mo? What brings you here...?"

Her questions vanished into thin air. The purple specks of light did not disappear, but suddenly expanded and reconstructed, weaving a deep and sorrowful memory before everyone—the past of another demigod, Helekula.

Chapter 108 Author: Freedom is the best newbie gift we can give Bai Mo.

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