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

"If... we trace back along the marks of time, my starting point must be the magnificent kingdom of Fajina (the Titan of the Ocean)."

"Back then, I was called Helequra, the most beloved princess of the siren clan. My songs could soothe the rage of storms, and my figure was lighter than the crest of a wave under the moonlight. Strength and beauty were my innate crowns."

"The palace was filled with endless feasts, and rivers flowed with mead and delicacies... I once thought that such days would last forever."

"But...how wonderful it would be if there were truly everlasting feasts in this world?"

The azure of the sea was relentlessly stained by deep, inky black.

Why? Why did the black tide surging up from the deepest part of the abyss devour the light and annihilate the song? Why did everything I loved, my homeland, my people... perish under that silent invasion?

"I survived. But the surviving souls are heavier than the destroyed kingdom. I wander through the ruins and the deep sea, carrying the souls of my entire people on my back."

"Nothingness gnaws at me day and night. I grip the sword tightly, yet I know not what it should dance for... Glory? Revenge? Or... merely exist for the sake of existence?"

Until a beam of intense light cleaved through the darkness of the deep sea.

"The day I met Crydella—the ambitious lord later known as 'Caesar'—was my rebirth."

She reached out her hand to me, her eyes burning with a flame powerful enough to illuminate the entire dark world. Her ideals, her ambition, the new order she sought to create… like the strongest anchor, rescued my lost ship.

"So... I willingly entered the game, becoming the sharpest sword and the most steadfast flag in her hands. I fought for her in all directions, cleansing the seas, and my sword once again had a direction—for her hegemony, for the future we envisioned together."

"But...fate always seems to love playing tricks on me. In the end, the drama of 'loyal minister killing his king' unfolded. I was unable to protect her until the end...my king has fallen."

"The throne has crumbled, the empire has vanished. My king is dead, but... what of my heart? Where should it go? It has already given itself to her without reservation."

"My queen... she only knows that I like grand and noisy banquets, but she has never realized that what I truly crave is never fine wine and delicacies, but those brief moments when I can get drunk with her and everyone else, and share victory and laughter."

All noise eventually fades into silence.

"Now, everything... is nothing more than a fleeting bubble under the sun, beautiful yet empty."

"I returned to the ruins of my long-lost hometown, where only broken pearls and pale coral bones remained. I drank the last cup of wine of my life, its bitterness as lingering as my memories."

"The strings wailed, like the most loyal servants, carrying out their master's final command, tearing open my heart."

My blood surged, merging with the seawater… So, the blood of the supposedly supreme and powerful sea monster race is actually so cold?

"This is the life of Helekula. Confusion and self-denial ultimately led me to...destruction."

The shimmering light of memory slowly fades, leaving behind endless silence.

The purple fragments vanished completely, as if they had never existed. Only that life, filled with both beauty and despair, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

"Individual vital signs detected..."

(And somewhere, a conversation quietly takes place.)

Golden Finger: Author, you said... after witnessing so clearly the tragic end of Heather's life caused by doubt and self-denial, can our little Bai Mo... move on? Isn't this memory too heavy for him?

Author: Let's respect his choice. Didn't we already agree? Freedom—that's the best starter gift we can give him.

We have cleared away the obstacles that led him to the cliff, allowing him to reach this place and feel the breeze that fate brings from the abyss.

So…whether his final choice is to jump off the cliff or continue climbing to even higher peaks, it is…his own decision.

Wan Di was the first to break the heavy silence. His golden soul trembled slightly, and his voice carried the roughness and straightforwardness unique to the battlefield:

"So... Bai Mo. You've seen it all. Blindly denying yourself and wallowing in confusion will only drag you into the abyss until you're destroyed. Heather's story has made it all too clear what the end of this path is."

Feeling the focused gazes of his companions, Bai Mo finally pulled himself out of that painful memory. He shook his head with a wry smile, a smile that contained a hint of helplessness, and also a sense of relief at being seen through.

"I mean, do I really deserve this much worry? It's just... I was overthinking things a little, and having some random thoughts..."

Bai Mo's gaze swept over his companions one by one, his eyes becoming complex and warm:

"Xia Die, because of my previous words, you have chosen to stop hesitating and are determined to embrace your destiny and face the flames of death."

"Sister Xilian, you deliberately chose this crucial moment to let me see Heather's memories."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of wry amusement:

"Isn't this just like putting a 'correct case' and a 'wrong case' side by side in front of me?"

The story of Xia Die inspires me to move forward, while the tragic end of Heather warns me against following in her footsteps. It's truly...sigh...thank you for going to so much trouble."

"Heh... Savior, you know that's good." Wan Di crossed his arms, and even in his spirit form, his posture still exuded undeniable strength and certainty.

"Since you can't figure out how to completely break free from the so-called constraints of fate... then stop wasting time thinking about useless things that have no answers yet."

His voice was resolute, like a warhammer striking an anvil: "Take control of what you can control. When that inescapable fate truly arrives, then use your strong arms... to resist its manipulation! That is the way of the warrior!"

Xia Die softly took over the conversation; her voice was still ethereal, but it possessed a warmth and strength she had never had before.

"Lord Bai Mo, perhaps... as the embodiment of 'death,' I am not only capable of taking away and ending. Rather, I can also... leave something behind."

To be able to clear the shadows from the heart of a savior who leads the world, allowing him to move forward with greater determination—this is perhaps the most meaningful thing I can do right now…

"But don't put too much pressure on yourself, okay?" Xi Lian finally laughed, her smile like sunlight piercing through the gloom of the underworld, warm and bright.

Chapter 109 After confusion comes rebirth.

"After all... we don't want to help you because you have the title of 'savior'."

It's because you, Xiaobai Mo, have long become an indispensable partner to us that we stand here, facing all of this together.

Bai Mo looked at them—at Wan Di's unwavering determination, Xia Die's caring demeanor beneath her cool exterior, and Xi Lian's sincerity behind her smile.

Their eyes held no impurities, only pure, unmistakable concern and trust.

He was speechless for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes, as if to shut out everything from the outside world.

The cold, desperate memories that belonged to Heather, and the burning trust and expectations of his companions at this moment, collided and merged fiercely in his heart.

A moment later, when he opened his eyes again, the lingering doubt in his eyes had not completely disappeared; it still flickered uncertainly like a candle in the wind.

However, his body made the choice before his thoughts—he took a step forward firmly and without hesitation.

The sound of footsteps landing was very soft, yet it seemed to strike everyone's heart.

Bai Mo's voice calmed down, yet it contained a newfound power: "Not everyone... can escape confusion, but after experiencing confusion, the steps one takes will always be more firm."

He took a deep breath and finally shared his realization:

"I understand now: a true hero is not one who eliminates all fear and doubt before moving forward."

Instead... even with a heart full of fear and countless doubts, they still chose to take action.

Then, through action, we will verify, overcome, and dispel past hesitations and doubts step by step.

"Xia Die, it's time to put an end to this trip to the underworld."

Bai Mo's voice was calm and firm, and his aura, along with the humming "Heavenly Fire" greatsword in his hand, was adjusted to its peak.

"Awaken the slumbering Polyces and reclaim the flame of 'death' that rightfully belongs to you. We will protect you."

Wan Di's golden soul rippled slightly. He surveyed the increasingly heavy aura of death around him and said in a deep voice:

"This location marks the true end and core of the Nether Stream. If we continue forward... even I risk getting lost here."

I must leave... for the Black Tide continues to ravage the front lines, and the battlefield there cannot be missed.

He looked at Bai Mo, his gaze sharp: "Remember your promise."

The three of them nodded solemnly.

Bai Mo replied, "Wait for me, Wan Di. Once Xia Die and I have finished our business here and retrieved the spark of 'Death,' I will personally go to the front lines to relieve you and Bai E, giving you a moment's respite."

Xia Die took a deep breath and walked step by step toward the center of the alchemical array where the light was brightest.

Her voice, ethereal yet resolute, echoed in the deathly silent hall: "Now... I will use all the 'love' and 'connection' I have absorbed in this long yet short life as the final key to complete this miracle of reversing life and death."

She raised her hands above her head as if lifting something invisible, and cried out: "I call upon you... the remains of the dead dragon slumbering in the depths of the River Styx, forgotten by the world... Polycesus!"

As if responding to her call, the boundless River Styx outside the hall suddenly boiled, stirring up towering waves that carried countless wailing souls and pure death power, transforming into a pitch-black curtain that covered everything and rushed down towards the people inside the tower!

"Rising from the earth to the heavens, descending from the heavens. As one descends, so one ascends; as one ascends, so one descends... This is the power of all forces, capable of destroying the tough and uprooting the strong!"

A glint flashed in Bai Mo's eyes, and he used the authority of "Ocean" without hesitation.

The raging waves of the Styx, just before touching the tower, seemed to be held down by an invisible giant hand, abruptly freezing in place.

Countless pale purple water droplets, imbued with the aura of death, floated eerily above Stikosia, trembling, yet unable to advance even an inch further!

"The great work that governs all death... I will grant you an embrace!" Xiaodie completed the final ritual.

In an instant, an enormous, pale, bone-like "egg" appeared in the surging River Styx below.

More accurately, it was the remains of a dragon that had buried its head deep into itself, coiling up to form a shape resembling a giant egg!

This is none other than "Polyces, the Ferryman of the Dead"!

Click! Click! Click!

A tooth-grinding cracking sound came from the huge, solid, pale "eggshell," and a proportionally huge crack quickly spread!

As thick, oily blood, glowing with a dark purple light, gushed from the crack, a pair of dragon wings, which looked somewhat withered but still exuded a suffocating aura, suddenly tore out from it!

One, two.

The dragon's wings spread wildly, followed by its body covered in ancient scars, a twisted part of its body, and sharp limbs struggling out of the cracked "egg"!

In those final moments, the mournful cries from the darkness grew louder and louder until they materialized into sound waves that assaulted everyone's souls.

The dead dragon did not remove its head from its final sanctuary, as if its last fears and vulnerabilities were hidden there.

Accompanied by a piercing scream that rose to its highest point, filled with endless pain and resentment, visible pale white ripples spread out from its center!

When Xia Die focused her gaze on the broken yet powerful body of the dead dragon, a deep sense of heartache and pity involuntarily welled up in her eyes.

Yes, she could clearly sense that the dead dragon in front of her seemed to have burned away all its past consciousness and memories, leaving only extreme rejection of the living and a madness that would launch a destructive attack upon seeing them!

"The girl who once saved me and protected me... have you truly vanished completely? Without even leaving a trace?"

At this moment, Xia Die's voice revealed deep sorrow, yet she still clung to the last glimmer of hope as she asked the tormented behemoth.

But what followed was an even more frantic, incomprehensible wail, filled with chaos and pain.

However, a glint of light flashed in Xia Die's eyes.

Although she couldn't understand the specific language of this ancient being, she could genuinely sense a familiar emotion, not completely erased, hidden deep within the frenzied cries—the fear and grievance of a lost child.

Dead Dragon: *A mournful and chaotic low growl*

“I understand, you are uneasy…you are in pain…” Xia Die’s voice became incredibly gentle, trying to penetrate that layer of madness, “Don’t be afraid…there’s no need to wail and cry anymore, I will bring you…final peace and liberation.”

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The plot of "Xia Die" feels too literary, and many sentences are difficult to understand, so I wrote it according to my own understanding.

Also, I saw someone ask where Teacher Xia's Philosopher's Stone went? Such a useful item is of course meant to be used to elbow Lao Gu Shi!

If you find even the slightest bit of merit in the author's writing, please give them a five-star review. Please! (﹏?)

The daily tasks you mentioned:

The sections are: Soul-Summoning Zone, Rebirth Zone, Upcoming Blockbuster Zone, Other Zones, and Zone for Underhanded Tactics Against Authors. (Five in one!)

Chapter 110 Polykes: Why did my sister fight me with another man?

“…Sister…Sister?” The dead dragon let out a muffled, distorted growl, as if a few syllables were squeezed out from the depths of a shattered soul.

Xia Die's heart skipped a beat: "Sister? Hmm... I'm back."

However… the next moment. Responding to this gentleness was an even more violent surge of the Styx River, unleashed by the dead dragon!

It seemed to be completely stimulated by the aura of the "living ones," and its enormous body stirred up the power of death, transforming into countless pitch-black giant spears that swept towards everyone!

"Be careful! Although it's only acting on its last remaining instincts, it's accumulating a fierce rage! It can't control itself!" Xia Die hurriedly warned, her tone anxious.

But Bai Mo had already acted before she could speak. The power of the "Ocean" was activated once more, instantly suppressing the surging waters of the River Styx.

He himself held the blazing "Heavenly Fire" high, and the boiling energy was frantically poured into the sword, making this divine weapon emit a dark red high temperature that was enough to burn the soul!

The "Gateway" unfolded beneath his feet, instantly placing him directly above the dead dragon!

The "law" grants this strike the rule of "certain hit," while the power of the "earth" endows him with terrifying kinetic energy and falling speed like a collapsing mountain!

Like a meteor falling to earth! With a single strike, Bai Mo's burning giant sword nearly pierced through the massive body of the dead dragon, slamming it heavily into the River Styx below!

After the "heavenly fire" pierced through the dead dragon, its residual power even violently boiled and evaporated a large area of ​​the Styx River around it, emitting a terrifying hissing sound.

“Ouch——!!!”