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

Polycia, who should have been in charge of death, was the "half-body of death" but "died" in the mortal realm at the moment the laws reversed. Her existence was deeply bound to the underworld and she could never leave it.

From then on, the cycle of life and death was completely severed. The souls of the dead could not cross the River Styx and could only wander endlessly on the shallows. Stycosia also perished completely due to the disorder of the rules of death.

Polycia's selfish desire was to save the life of her beloved, but in the end, she wrote a fate more heavy than death itself for the sake of the butterfly and the whole world.

"So... this moment has finally arrived?" As Polycia's gentle narration came to an end, Xia Die's heart trembled violently, and she finally understood everything completely.

They understood the cruel and singular path of fate that lay before them—a path paved by Polycia herself, yet ultimately leading to separation.

If she wishes to retrieve the lost flame of death, reshape the order of life and death, and make herself a complete and stable demigod of death...

She had to personally end her sister's life, which had been continued because of her but also bound by her for a thousand years, and complete the sacrifice that had been a thousand years overdue.

"All of this is the punishment for my reckless alteration of life and death, and for defying the rules. But I have never regretted bringing you back..."

Polycia's voice remained gentle, carrying a heartbreaking sense of relief and no regrets.

"Sister, I believe you are ready. But please, sister, don't... forget me..." Her smile was pale and beautiful, carrying a sense of farewell.

She softly recited the preordained, cold oracle: "After all... as the oracle foretold: the souls of the departed will warm your fingertips, and after the embrace comes eternal separation."

“Pollysia…” Xia Die’s voice was broken and trembling. She stepped forward and hugged her thin sister in the wheelchair tightly, as if she wanted to meld her into her own bones and blood. Her tears silently soaked into the other’s cold clothes.

A gentle breeze, seemingly from nowhere, swept by, swirling up countless purple-blue petals, like a poignant rain of blossoms.

Amidst the fluttering petals, the weight in Xiaodie's arms vanished silently... Polycia's figure transformed into tiny specks of light, gently dissipating into the air of the underworld, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, as if she had never existed.

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Many people say they've started school, but actually... the author has started school too (?_?).

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 113 Bai Mo: If I find a suitable place, perhaps I can recreate the entire Onpharos.

After a long while, Xia Die managed to compose herself, but her tone still carried an unshakeable sadness. She walked up to Bai Mo:

"Your Excellency Bai Mo, according to Polycia's account, Onpharos may be a cycle. You must convey this message to Ms. Aglaia, Teacher Tibo, and Teacher Naksha."

"So, can you open the Hundred Worlds Gate to the present world from here?" she asked, inquiring about the possibility of leaving.

Looking at Xia Die, who was overcome with grief, Bai Mo secretly rejoiced that he had insisted on coming to the Underworld.

He composed himself and answered seriously, "It is possible, but the spatial structure of the underworld is far more complex and bizarre than that of the mortal world."

It is not a single, stable layer, but rather a nested space composed of countless overlapping, interwoven, and constantly changing layers, like an infinitely extending and self-folding maze.

Therefore... if we want to open a sufficiently stable and safe passage connecting the underworld and the mortal world, it is not something that a single Hundred Realms Gate can accomplish.

Like weaving a rope, it requires precisely connecting, superimposing, and stabilizing multiple Gates of the Hundred Realms to construct a 'bridge' capable of traversing these numerous spatial folds...

In other words, to achieve this, I must first personally leave the underworld once, establishing initial spatial anchor points along the way.

“I see… Then let me, as a demigod of death…” Xia Die said softly, as if she had made up her mind to take on the role of guide and guardian and escort Bai Mo to complete this initial step.

"Wait, Xia Die." Bai Mo suddenly interrupted her. He looked at Xia Die, who was immersed in grief, and a bold idea took shape in his mind.

"Before I leave... I want to conduct an experiment in the underworld."

He stared at the newly created folder in his mind named "Polia," and with a hint of uncertainty and anticipation, he tried to slowly "move" it out of the system.

A miracle happened.

With a faint glimmer, like ripples on the surface of water, Polycia, who had just finished her farewell and whose form should have dissipated and merged into the underworld, was once again perfectly formed and stood before Xia Die, looking bewildered.

She blinked, looked down at her own hands and feet, completely bewildered, as if she had just woken up from a long dream.

"Pollysia?" Xiaodie's outburst was filled with disbelief, shock, and ecstasy, her voice trembling with obvious sobs.

“Sister? Me? I’m not already…” Polycia touched her cheek in confusion. The touch there was incredibly real; she could even feel the cool dampness left by her sister’s tears.

It works! Bai Mo felt a surge of excitement. After all, the logic of the deceased's soul returning to the underworld after another death seemed impeccable!

He roused himself, and countless exciting thoughts flashed through his mind.

If Polycia, as the Titan of Death, can do it, then what about others?

For example, those parents who died in the Erimitshey, those who tragically perished in the Black Tide and the disaster... Could he possibly visit them here, one by one...?

But this crazy and hopeful thought was interrupted abruptly by Xia Die.

"Don't be impulsive, Lord Bai Mo!" Xia Die understood almost instantly what Bai Mo's eager, discovery-like gaze meant.

She quickly stopped her, her tone serious, "You may have special methods to preserve or even summon the souls of the dead, but the souls of ordinary dead cannot stay in the core of the underworld for long!"

For them, the atmosphere here was not a warm haven, but rather another form of 'wearing them off' and 'assimilation'!

She pointed to Polycia, who was still in a daze but whose presence was clearly very stable:

"The reason why Polycia was able to successfully 'return' and survive may be that she was originally the 'dead half' of the Titan of Death. Her existence is essentially the same as that of the underworld, which is her domain and source of power."

However, if Your Excellency Bai Mo forcibly summons those souls that belong to ordinary people, they simply cannot withstand the powerful assimilation force of the laws of the underworld and the erosion of the aura of death!

"I'm afraid that in just a few days, or even just a few hours, they will completely dissipate, and they may lose forever even the chance to return to the River Styx's cycle and wait for the next natural reincarnation!"

Upon hearing this, the burning light in Bai Mo's eyes dimmed slightly, but he quickly rallied again.

At least... it proves that one path is not a dead end. Given the right conditions and a suitable location, it's not impossible to recreate the entire Onphalus in the future!

Moreover, Bai Mo had immense confidence in his system deep down, and even had a near-bug-exploiting thought:

Even if those souls dissipate in the underworld, could he perhaps "summon" them again from the system folder? — Wouldn't such a cycle be equivalent to another form of immortality?

But... he suppressed the thought as soon as it arose.

Is this really good for those who have passed away? Making them experience "existence" and "disappearance" over and over again—isn't this just another form of cruel torture?

His ideal was to bring true salvation and peace, rather than endless suffering in the cycle of reincarnation that goes against the laws of nature.

“Now… Lord Bai Mo, it’s time.” Xia Die and Bolysia stood side by side at the end of the purple-blue flower sea, with the eternally tranquil flower sea and the eternal waning moon behind them.

Their figures appeared both sacred and fragile in the dim light. "Let me open the gates of the underworld for you, and send you back to the world of the living."

Her voice was calm and ethereal.

Bai Mo gently placed his hand on his chest, feeling the heavy responsibility and promise, yet a relaxed smile appeared on his face:

"Don't worry, I will safely bring the spark of 'death' back to the core of creation for you, no..."

He paused, his smile becoming even more genuine. "If I succeed, I would prefer that you, Xia Die, tell those who care about you in person—tell Aglaia, tell Teacher Tibao, tell everyone who is concerned about you—about your growth and choices along the way."

“Lord Bai Mo,” Xia Die smiled gently, but her expression quickly turned extremely serious as she reminded him,

"Guiding a lost soul back to the world is no easy task. The whispers of death are sweet and peaceful, filled with eternal allure and comfort."

If one's will falters even slightly, one will be firmly restrained by the invisible arms of the underworld and dragged back into eternal slumber.

She glanced at Polycia, who was smiling quietly beside her, and softened her voice slightly:

"But... please treat this as an exceptional case among exceptional cases. I will use all my authority as a demigod of death to guide you."

Chapter 114 Bai Mo: Da Xilian? Or Ai Li?

"This is both for Onpharos, who must be saved, and also... so that Polycia can see the dawn of Ohma."

"Don't worry, Xia Die." Bai Mo's gaze was firm, and his tone was full of unwavering determination. "I will do everything in my power and will never succumb to this moment."

Because Sister Xilian, Bai'er, Wan Di, and all the people in Ohmane who care about me and are waiting for me, they are still waiting for me on the other side of the light.

I can't afford to mess things up at such a crucial moment, right? He chuckled again, trying to dispel some of the heaviness of parting.

He took a deep breath of the cold, fragrant air of the underworld, and then resolutely took his first step toward the blurred boundary between life and death.

The moment his foot landed, the surrounding scenery began to distort and change.

As the sea of ​​flowers and moonlight of the underworld faded, he seemed to step into a narrow passage constructed of memories and echoes.

Countless familiar voices rang in his ears—encouragement and calls from the past, the source of his determination and strength.

"Little White! Hold your head high!" Countless clear and lively voices overlapped, the voices of the Tibos from the depths of our memories, full of boundless energy and trust, "Let's walk towards tomorrow together!"

Bai Mo could almost see them holding hands, guiding him. His steps quickened involuntarily, and he replied loudly, "Don't worry, Teacher Tibao! I know that what's behind me isn't tomorrow!"

“That’s right, Bai Mo.” Immediately afterwards, a clear and rational voice rang out; it was Aglaia.

"Keep your direction, don't stray. Head towards the rising dawn... Keep going." A golden thread lay beneath Bai Mo's feet, guiding him on his path.

"Rest assured, Ms. Aglaia," Bai Mo's gaze followed the golden thread as he solemnly promised, "I will never fail Xia Die's expectations, nor will I ever lose my way!"

"Forward! Bai Mo!" The next moment, Wan Di's roar, full of fighting spirit and pride, resounded like a war drum, making the passage tremble slightly. "Let me see your courage!"

Bai Mo felt a surge of power welling up inside him, and he shouted back, "The long arm of calamity will only hold back the cowardly! But I am no weakling! I am an enemy of ten thousand!"

“Brother!” A young voice filled with unwavering conviction rang out; it was Bai E.

"Join me and become heroes who protect tomorrow!" His figure appeared in front of us like a sharp sword, full of hope and power.

A warm and confident smile curved Bai Mo's lips as he replied, "Yes... Bai E, let's become true saviors together. We can definitely do it."

"Go forward, Lord Bai Mo..." Xia Die's gentle yet slightly sorrowful voice seemed to ring directly in his ears, or perhaps it came from all directions of the passage.

"Don't look back, the road you came from... there's no way forward... the future lies ahead of you." The illusory shadows of purple-blue petals drifted down around him, carrying blessings and farewells.

"Hmm... Don't worry, leave it to me, Xia Die." Bai Mo replied softly, his steps without the slightest hesitation.

Just then, a clear and familiar voice, like a ballad, gently pierced through the layers of time and space:

"All of this... is proof that you, Camerslan, once lived and loved this world."

So... keep moving forward, don't stop, and don't let down everyone who has walked alongside you.

Bai Mo's eyes widened suddenly, and he instinctively stopped in his tracks.

That voice…is it…Daishirian? Or…Aili? Something seemed to be touched deep within that distant, almost forgotten memory, and a warm current, accompanied by a huge question, surged into my heart.

"Xiao Bai Mo! This way!" Before he could think any further, Xi Lian's clear and urgent call pierced through the front of the passage, incredibly real! "Grab my hand... let's go home together!"

Bai Mo felt as if his hand was being held tightly by a warm, soft little hand!

The touch was so real, so different from the coldness of the underworld, and full of the breath of life.

All doubts vanished in the face of this solid touch, and a powerful pull came, mixed with Xi Lian's call, becoming the only coordinate guiding his final direction.

"I'm back...in the human world."

Bai Mo spoke softly, as if making a vow, and then resolutely took his final step in the underworld. His voice suddenly rose, filled with determination and conviction:

"Let me continue... my own 'salvation'!"

As the intense light gradually faded, the familiar atmosphere of the living world rushed towards us.

Bai Mo squinted slightly, adjusting his eyes to the light. Before him, Xi Lian wore a relieved smile.

"Little Bai Mo! You're finally back! It's been three days since you entered the Underworld!" Xi Lian exclaimed excitedly, still holding his hand tightly.

Bai Mo slowly turned around and saw a Hundred Realms Gate behind him that had stabilized and was slowly operating, shimmering with a strange light.

Through the bizarre and colorful portal, he could even vaguely see the scene of the underworld flower sea, and the blurry figures of Xiaodie and Polycia embracing each other. They seemed to be looking this way as they quietly bid him farewell.

The solid ground beneath his feet, Xi Lian's genuine smile before him, and the now-sturdy door behind him all told him that this was not an illusion.

"I...did it?" Bai Mo still felt a little dazed and had a huge question about the voice of "Aili".

But perhaps this is what growing up is all about? He is no longer the boy who would be lost in confusion due to great doubts.

He has learned to carry unanswered questions, firmly shoulder responsibilities, and move forward.

Because ahead lies a mission he must complete, and a world he must protect.

Suspended Peak City, the front line against the Black Tide.

Those black tide creations seem to have recently gained sentience; they deliberately avoided the time when the Heavenly Punishment's Edge struck.

While waiting for that terrifying divine weapon to penetrate the Hundred Realms Gate and accumulate kinetic energy for the next wave of attacks high in the sky, they surged towards Suspended Peak City once again.

And it was precisely because of this that countless Black Tide creations nearly engulfed the entire Suspended Peak City.

Tick-tock... tick-tock...

It started to rain.

At first, it was just a few scattered raindrops, tapping on the rusty armor with a dull sound.