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

The dead dragon suddenly let out a heart-wrenching, agonizing howl, and the frenzy in its voice was somewhat dispelled by this extreme pain.

Then it seemed to regain some clarity, its fragmented thoughts flitting out, pleading for release: "Please... sister... don't look anymore... don't turn back towards the underworld... leave..."

Xia Die was stunned for a moment, seemingly not yet fully reacting to Bai Mo's decisive, even violent, action.

Then, with a complex and inexplicable sense of apology, she whispered to the giant beast struggling in the River Styx:

"I'm sorry, Polyces. But, for all the wandering souls, and for you... may death rest in peace."

Before she could finish speaking, Xia Die had already gripped her enormous scythe, her figure flashing like lightning, and with a sharp crack, she delivered a vicious blow to Polyces!

This stab, imbued with familial affection, completely shut down the already severely injured Dead Dragon, rendering even its whimpers weak.

Finally, after being double-teamed several times by her own sister and a strange man.

Polykes obediently huddled in the River Styx, its massive body trembling slightly, its enormous head seemingly burying itself further into the broken "eggshell," daring not to make any further moves.

The butterfly sheathed its scythe, slowly walked forward, and landed beside its cold body, its voice as gentle as a sigh:

“I’m sorry, I had to forcibly awaken you from your ancient slumber of death… I understand it’s painful, and you’re uneasy… Don’t be afraid…”

Polyces indicated that he did not want to speak and displayed strong resentment.

"Do you remember me? I'm the girl you once escorted across the Sea of ​​Darkness. I'm sorry, for reasons I still don't fully understand, you're not in my memory."

The butterfly's fingertips gently brushed across its cold scales, attempting to offer a sliver of comfort, "But with the help of many, I was finally able to gather those fragments of the past..."

“…Pollyce, I’m back. I know this is not the reunion you’ve been hoping for, but I have to do it.” Xia Die tried to make her voice as comforting as possible.

As if recalling the mixed doubles of sword and blade, Polyces began to wail again in a low, intermittent voice, sounding utterly pitiful.

“So now, please fulfill your original duty once more,” Xia Die pleaded softly.

“Take me across this final sea of ​​the underworld, back to the true core of the underworld, just as you once did…take me to the eternal resting place of the ‘death’ fire, okay?”

Polyces did not respond, but its massive body twitched slightly, whether in acquiescence to Thebeetle's request or because...

Bai Mo's "Heavenly Fire" greatsword, still radiating terrifying heat and pressure, was planted beside it, preventing it from daring to refute.

Xia Die slowly turned around, the pale, ghostly light of the Styx flowing behind her, making her look like a deity about to enter the eternal palace.

She looked at her two companions who had been with her all the way, her voice calm but carrying an unwavering determination: "Lord Bai Mo, Lord Xi Lian, I... am about to depart."

“Go, Xia Die,” Xi Lian replied softly, her tone tinged with an unyielding sadness, as if mourning a destined parting in advance. “Don’t leave yourself with regrets…”

However, to everyone's surprise...

Bai Mo stepped forward, his gaze fixed intently on Xia Die, and said, "What a coincidence, I'm setting off too. Let's see who reaches the core of the Underworld first?"

These words were so abrupt, even carrying a hint of inappropriate ease, that the atmosphere suddenly froze.

"Lord Bai Mo? What... do you mean by this?" Xia Die's hand unconsciously clenched slightly, her cold fingertips digging into her palm.

"Bai Mo, this doesn't seem like the time for jokes, does it?" Xi Lian frowned slightly and sighed helplessly, thinking that Bai Mo's erratic thinking had once again gone astray at an inappropriate time.

"I'm not joking, Xia Die." The ease on Bai Mo's face quickly faded, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness and insight.

"If I'm not mistaken, once you successfully obtain the 'Spark of Death' and become the demigod of death who rules the underworld... it means you will never be able to leave the underworld again, right?"

His words were like a precise key, instantly unlocking the secrets that Xia Die had been trying to hide.

“Lord Bai Mo, I…” Xia Die’s heart tightened suddenly, as if her deepest secret had been seen through, and she was speechless for a moment.

She was silent for a moment, then finally nodded slowly, her voice as soft as a sigh: "Yes. I will coexist with the underworld and become the cornerstone of the order of life and death."

I will forever watch over this dark land, so that death will no longer be a cold end, but a gentle resting place in the cycle of life.

This is the fate I, as a demigod of death, cannot avoid, yet willingly bear.

“But I don’t like this ending,” Bai Mo said resolutely, his voice echoing clearly across the vast River Styx.

"Yes... I admit that I was indeed deeply confused because of the trial of 'conflict', and it was thanks to the inspiration of all of you that I was able to start anew from that confusion."

Chapter 111 Polycia: Bai Mo is a big bad guy! He's a thief!

But... from beginning to end, I doubted whether I was qualified to be a savior, whether I could save everyone.

But I never considered whether I should abandon some people? Even just one?

His gaze passed over the butterfly, directed towards the deeper, more distant underworld, his eyes sharp and resolute.

“If I don’t try or do something because I foresee that I might not be able to do it, then I am truly unworthy of the title of ‘savior’.”

I may pause temporarily due to confusion, but I will never abandon any of my companions.

He refocused his gaze on Xia Die, his gaze so intense it seemed to dispel the chill of the underworld:

"I have never been to the core of the underworld, nor do I know exactly where that space is located in Onpharos."

But I know my Hundred Realms Gate can connect to all parts of Onpharos. If only I could personally go there and pinpoint the coordinates.

Perhaps, I can truly open a permanent door for you between life and death! So that you can occasionally feel the sunshine and gentleness of the living world without abandoning your divine duty.

He made a very solemn request to Xia Die: "So, take me with you to the underworld. Not as a farewell, but as... the beginning of another possibility."

“Bai…Lord Bai Mo…” Xia Die looked into Bai Mo’s incredibly firm and unwavering eyes, and felt a surge of intense emotion and disorientation.

Bai Mo spoke of a possibility she had never dared to hope for, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, creating ripples in her heart, which had already accepted her fate.

As Xi Lian watched this scene, the sadness in her eyes was gradually replaced by a gentle sense of relief.

She walked gently to Xia Die's side and said softly, "Respect and trust Bai Mo's decision, Xia Die. Just like Bai Mo has always respected and trusted the choices and will of each of us."

Xia Die lowered her head deeply, both to nod vigorously in agreement to Bai Mo's request and to prevent her companions from seeing the tears that were now glistening in her eyes, which she could no longer hold back.

Her voice trembled slightly, yet it was filled with a newfound strength:

"Hmm... I understand. Your Excellency Bai Mo, please rest assured."

Even if... even if you ultimately fail to make the Gate of a Hundred Realms function in the core of the Underworld, I will use all my power as a demigod to ensure that our 'savior'... is safely returned to the world of the living. I promise.

An endless sea of ​​flowers deep in the underworld.

Polycia—the Titan who wields death—sits in an exquisite wheelchair made from the bones of a dragon.

She carefully adjusted her skirt and hair, her face beaming with barely suppressed anticipation and excitement.

After all... I'm about to see my sister, whom I've longed for and missed for so many years!

Although my sister used a sickle to "soothe" me a little when I first woke up... it must have been to awaken me from my slumber! It was a gesture full of profound meaning!

This is definitely not like that bad guy who, upon meeting me, stabbed me through with that hot, menacing greatsword without a word! Yes! That's right! It must be!

Guh! (。＞?＜。) Just thinking about it makes me so happy!

As she sensed the familiar yet unfamiliar aura approaching from afar, Polycia's heart began to beat faster.

She raised a sweet, expectant smile and looked in the direction from which the scent was coming—

My sister's here...?

Her smile froze on her face instantly.

Upon seeing the figure that followed closely beside her sister and left a "deep impression" on her, the Titan of Death, Polycia, felt a chill creep up her non-existent spine, and the "wound" that had been pierced by the "Heavenly Fire" greatsword seemed to begin to ache again.

She felt like she might be... kind of "dead" again...

Xia Die and Bai Mo stepped into this legendary realm. What greeted their eyes was not the desolation and death they had expected, but a boundless, magnificent sea of ​​flowers swaying with purple and blue blossoms.

The crescent moon hangs low at the edge of the sea of ​​flowers, casting a cool and eternal glow that envelops everything in a dreamlike and tranquil atmosphere.

"The Underworld... truly is as legendary as it is, an endless sea of ​​flowers." Xia Die sighed softly, a hint of amazement inevitably showing in her usually cold eyes.

“This place…is truly beautiful.” Bai Mo took a deep breath, the air filled with a cool yet pure fragrance that soothed his tense mind. “Peaceful, serene…it almost makes one forget that this is the final resting place of the dead.”

However, this tranquility was shattered the next second.

"You bad guy! Stay away from my sister!" A voice that was both cowardly and fierce suddenly rang out.

Polycia maneuvered her wheelchair and rushed to the two of them as if protecting her child.

Although she tried her best to glare fiercely at Bai Mo, the guilt and fear in her eyes were still clearly exposed.

In the end, she leaned more towards Xia Die, seeking her protection.

"You...you are...?" Xia Die looked at the girl in front of her who looked eight or nine parts like her, but was more childish and pale. Her purple eyes were filled with doubt and a strange sense of closeness.

"Sister, it's me, Polycia. Don't you remember me?" Hearing that her sister didn't recognize her, Polycia's voice immediately became filled with grievance, and her eyes seemed to redden slightly.

"I'm sorry, I... have lost many memories of the past." Xia Die felt a deep sense of closeness and dependence emanating from the other person, and unconsciously moved a little closer, her tone softening considerably.

"Oh, I see..." Polycia lowered her head in disappointment, but quickly cheered up and said softly.

“It’s alright, sister. You can call me Senatos, or you can call me Polyces, but… I still prefer to hear you call me Polycia.” Her voice was full of affection.

“Alright, Polycia,” Xia Die readily agreed, then asked, “But… why did you call Lord Bai Mo… a bad person?” She could tell that Bai Mo seemed to be meeting Polycia formally for the first time as well.

Bai Mo stood to the side with his arms crossed, looking over with an innocent yet curious expression. He also wanted to know where this "pot" came from.

Upon hearing her sister's question, Polycia immediately shrank further behind Xia Die, only peeking out half her head, pointing at Bai Mo, and accusing him:

"He's a thief! A super, super big thief! My underworld hasn't had a new soul enter for almost a thousand years! I just barely managed to get a few in from outside, sister, and I haven't even had a chance to warm them up yet!"

With a 'whoosh,' they were all dragged away! Although it was unclear where they were taken, there was no trace of a dead soul on him now.

But I saw it clearly! Those wandering souls flew towards him! He stole it!

Chapter 112 Polycia: Bai Mo stabbed her from behind with scorching heavenly fire the moment they met...

She became more and more agitated as she spoke, and more and more aggrieved as she thought about it: "Moreover! After you, sister, dredged the River Styx, those souls who were stranded in Stycosia should have been successfully ferried to the underworld."

"But sister, you've noticed too, haven't you? There are practically no new souls in the underworld right now! I've been waiting for ages! I haven't seen a single one! It's definitely him again! He must have intercepted them halfway through again!"

"Cough cough cough..." Bai Mo listened to the crazy notification sound of his system in his mind, "Archived successfully!", ringing like it was New Year's Day. He touched his nose awkwardly.

However... after all this, it seems that my system has almost collected all the "folders" of people who have passed away in this life?

No wonder the cheat code suddenly went silent after entering the underworld. It's probably busy backstage now.

"And another thing! Sister!" As if she had found a powerful backer, Polycia began to recount Bai Mo's "crimes," tugging at Xia Die's sleeve and pointing at herself.

"Have you ever seen a good person stab someone with a hot, long sword the moment they meet? And stab them repeatedly! The first time was a sneak attack from behind... *splat*! And then the pain was excruciating..."

"Hey, hey, hey! Stop! Miss Polycia, please watch your words!" Bai Mo felt his scalp tingle. He had to refute her immediately, because her words sounded very strange and seriously damaged his upright image!

"I was helping your sister wake you up! It was a tactical necessity! A necessary battle exchange!"

"Waaah... Sister, look at him! He's being mean to me!" Polycia immediately shrank back behind Xia Die, letting out a whimper like a small animal.

Looking at the two "clowns"—one complaining pitifully and the other defending herself helplessly—and then at the peaceful yet empty sea of ​​flowers in the underworld, a look of helplessness appeared on Leng Qing's usually cold face.

Finally, as if she had poured out all the loneliness and words she had accumulated over a thousand years, Polycia's voice gradually softened, like a calm beach after the tide has receded.

Her excitement and grievances quietly faded away, and she returned to being the quiet girl sitting in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, carrying eternal sorrow and gentleness, only with a hint of relief in the depths of her eyes.

Xia Die finally recovered a little, but her heart was even heavier because of what she had heard.

She relaxed her tense shoulders, her voice as soft as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of this sea of ​​flowers:

"Now...can you tell me? Polycia, why do you call me sister? And what...did you do to get me to 'come back'?"

“Where shall we begin?” Polycia’s voice was soft, as if she were chanting an ancient elegy, a stark contrast to her previous tone.

"Let's start from the very beginning... from the moment the prophecy came to pass."

On the other hand, Bai Mo did not disturb the two sisters' reunion.

He strolled through the purple-blue sea of ​​flowers, his fingertips tentatively tracing the void, sensing the unique and complex spatial laws of the underworld, and studying the possibility of stably opening the Gate of a Hundred Realms here.

As for Xia Die and the others' past, he already understood the outline of that tragedy in his heart; it was a simple yet incredibly heavy story.

Once upon a time, there were twins of the same origin and with the same mind. An ancient prophecy foretold that one of them would become the successor to the power of "death," supporting one pole of the world's cycle.

However, fate is cruel, and the price of becoming a deity is extremely cruel—they must personally take the lives of their own flesh and blood as a sacrifice in order to fully conform to the law of death.

In her final moments, Xia Die chose self-sacrifice, giving her chance at life and her divine status to her sister Polycia, while embracing her own demise with equanimity.

But Polycia could not accept the cold throne that came at the cost of her sister's eternal demise.

Thus, at the moment she ascended to the Titan throne of the new world of death, overwhelmed by grief and obsession, she recklessly shattered the insurmountable absolute boundary between life and death with her nascent and still unstable authority.

This rebellious act had terrible and far-reaching consequences:

Although Xia Die was able to return, she existed in another form—she became the "living half" of the Death Titan, but was forcibly cursed with the cruel curse of instant death upon contact, and herself became a walking embodiment of death.