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

As soon as Bai Mo finished speaking, a figure wearing a research robe, yet with an unusually composed demeanor, appeared at the entrance.

"Master Anaxagoras, you've arrived." Bai Mo gazed at the figure below, his face solemn, yet his single eye gleaming with the flame of wisdom. "What was the result of your argument regarding reincarnation?"

At that moment, Xia steadily walked onto the platform, his aura more composed than ever before. His single eye gleamed with wisdom, carrying a hint of weariness and relief after solving the ultimate mystery.

"Bai Mo, the information brought by Xia Die, after multiple verifications and observations of the Kephale divine body, can be confirmed to be true. The re-creation of Onphalos is indeed a cruel cycle that repeats itself endlessly."

“I have also completed the final trial set by Cesis and am ready to submit the spark of ‘reason’ and return it to this place at any time.”

"Really? That's good, the argument is clear." Bai Mo nodded, but then he dropped a bombshell that was enough to overturn everyone's understanding:

"What if I said that the truth behind Onphalus's cycle of rebirth is far more complex and dark than the 'simple cycle' you have argued?"

Perhaps none of us, including the Titans and Golden Blood throughout history, have ever truly understood the rules of this 'game'.

"What do you mean?!" Xia's brows furrowed instantly.

Even Sai Fei'er, who was standing to the side, keenly sensed the seriousness of the topic, put away her playful expression, and watched him warily.

"It's a long story," Bai Mo said, not explaining immediately, but instead making an inviting gesture.

"Teacher, please complete the final ritual and submit the spark of 'reason' first. Then... I will slowly explain to you this grand scheme that spans more than one cycle..."

Meanwhile, in a space known as the audience seating area.

As Lai Gushi calmly scrolled through the countless streams of information flowing through the system's backend, a contemptuous sneer seemed to curl up at the corner of the android's mouth.

"That cunning and treacherous Kamerslana actually blocked my observation privileges against him? Ha, even at this point, he's still thinking about this kind of thing?"

He seemed to be watching a poorly made play, muttering to himself, "What is this 'Finally, I have time to go and get justice from that little catgirl'?"

Then, like a guilty thief, he used the "Ultimate Protocol" permissions to temporarily block my tracking and observation channels? Ha... how laughable.

Lai Gushi shook his head: "Mortals are mortals after all. No matter what power they gain, they can never get rid of those pathetic desires and impulses."

But a thought immediately surfaced: "Could I take this opportunity to bypass the shield and secretly return to Onpharos?"

But he quickly dismissed the tempting idea: "No, no, no, the risk is too great. The location of Camerslana is still uncertain. If we were to run into it now..."

But Ragus's smile quickly returned to its calm and cold tone, carrying a sense of superiority that suggested he was in control: "It's alright, time will always be on my side. I have plenty of patience to wait."

(Bai Mo: Still laughing? I'm about to trick you.)

His gaze fell on the part of the information stream that represented the Black Tide, where a dramatic data reconstruction and intensity enhancement were taking place.

"Just wait, the 'patches' I personally applied to the Black Tide will be completed soon. Suspended Peak City, and you, Bai Mo... your insignificant efforts will not be able to hinder it for long. The process of re-creation is unstoppable."

At that moment, Xia had already completed the ceremony of submitting the "Rationality" spark.

After listening to Bai Mo's further explanation, his expression became extremely solemn.

"Bai Mo, if it's really as you say, the sheer number of Philosopher's Stones is a huge problem! We simply can't..."

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes widened suddenly.

Bai Mo remained expressionless, and as if performing magic, he pulled out one, two, three... dozens of Philosopher's Stones, each radiating a pure and brilliant red light, one after another, as if taking out candy.

The powerful and pure energy fluctuations illuminated the entire Genesis Vortex platform and also reflected the shocked faces of Xia and Saifeier.

"No...no?! Bai Mo! You! Where did you get so many Philosopher's Stones?!"

At that moment, Xia's remaining single eye stared wide open like a copper bell, and he almost stopped breathing! This completely violated the alchemical laws he knew!

Bai Mo glanced indifferently at the folder named "Cersis" lying quietly in his mind, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Legend has it that a Philosopher's Stone can only be forged by sacrificing one's own heart."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two shocked figures before him. His tone was calm, yet carried a chillingly absolute confidence. "Coincidentally, my abilities have never required paying a hefty price."

"How is it, Professor Anaxxagoras? Is this enough?"

At that moment, Xia stared blankly at the Philosopher's Stone in Bai Mo's hand, and then looked into Bai Mo's calm yet unfathomable eyes.

After a long while, the shock on his face slowly faded, and a smile mixed with fervor and excitement slowly crept onto the corners of his mouth.

He chuckled softly, the laughter growing louder until it transformed into an ambitious declaration echoing through the heart of creation:

"Hahahaha! Of course! My student... meticulously prepared such a magnificent stage for me, and even provided 'props' that I never dared to even dream of..."

"As your teacher, how could I possibly be afraid to perform on stage?!"

Not long after the flames of "death" and "reason" were returned to them.

At the front lines of Suspended Peak City, an unprecedented deathly silence enveloped the battlefield.

At this moment, there were no deafening roars, nor the surging tide of twisted creations.

However, this silence was more suffocating than any violent attack.

Bai Mo, Bai E, and Wan Di stood silently atop the battered city wall, their heavy gazes fixed on the distance.

There, the Black Tide no longer advances as a monstrous army; instead, it is a more fundamental and despairing erosion—the earth itself is being swallowed up.

The dense darkness, which seemed to absorb all light, slowly writhed like a living thing. Wherever it passed, scorched earth, rocks, or traces left by past battles were silently swallowed up, decomposed, and turned into part of nothingness.

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But then I thought, the only people who still use cash on campus are either elderly people who don't use cell phones and work here, or people receiving private subsidies from impoverished students. Sigh... I figured the owner might be very anxious, so I contacted a teacher and handed it over to the student affairs office to report it lost.

Of course, the two large, gleaming security cameras in the classroom are also one of the reasons…(?﹏?)

Hopefully, the student who lost their money will be able to find it back! Everyone should take good care of their belongings!

The daily tasks you mentioned:

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Chapter 125 Bai Mo: Maidemos, after this is over, shall we open a restaurant together?

The true form of the Black Tide is spreading and expanding in an irreversible manner, seemingly dragging the entire world into eternal silence.

Finally, Wan Di's deep voice broke the suffocating silence, "The Black Tide will eventually sweep everything away. It cannot be stopped, it cannot be destroyed."

He paused, then mentioned the theory that had now spread throughout Ohma: "Based on the research published by that professor named... Anaxagoras, the re-creation of the world is not just wishful thinking."

By gathering all twelve Titan Flames and placing them at the heart of the primordial vortex, the laws can be reshaped, the world recreated, and the process of re-creation completed.

"Wan Di, could it be that you want to..." After being tempered by blood and fire these days, Bai E's youthful immaturity and naivety had long since faded, replaced by composure and determination.

“You guessed right, Savior.” Wan Di turned around, his eyes burning with a resolute flame.

"I will lead the remaining elite forces of the allied forces to hold this position, and then... fight and retreat. Our goal will no longer be victory, but to inflict as much damage as possible on the Black Tide and slow its advance! Even if it's just to gain a second more!"

The journey to the flame has almost come to an end; only the flames of the three Titans—"Sky," "Years," and "Bearer of the World"—remain to be returned.

His gaze swept over Bai E and Bai Mo: "The seeds of 'Years' and 'Bearing the World' must have been arranged long ago, so I don't need to worry about them."

But that Sky Titan high in the sky... you'll probably need to personally defeat it to reclaim its final authority.

And I, along with the Ohmama coalition, will buy you this last, and most crucial, period of time.

Bai E took a deep breath of the air, thick with an atmosphere of scorching heat and darkness, his voice heavy yet unwavering:

"Hmm... the harsh reality has long since made me abandon unrealistic fantasies. I understand that the future cannot be an ideal land bathed in the warm west wind, waiting for us to safely step into it."

That brand new dawn must be fought for with our own hands! Bai Mo and I... will definitely reclaim the flame of "the sky" and bring a true dawn to this world!

“Go, Savior.” Wan Di nodded, pointing to a faintly glowing portal behind him. “Feng Jin secretly left Suspended Peak City a few days ago to prepare for the campaign against the Sky Titans and to take over the divine authority of ‘Sky.’ Given her efficiency, she should be nearly finished by now.”

Bai'e took one last look at the lonely city behind him that would soon become the last line of defense, and at his steadfast friend before him, before finally turning and walking toward the Hundred Worlds Gate leading to Ohma.

But standing at the edge of the doorway where the light swirled, he couldn't help but turn back, his eyes filled with undisguised worry.

"Don't worry about me, Bai'e." Wan Di crossed his arms, deliberately striking a relaxed and heroic pose. "I've been used to this kind of fighting and retreating, measuring the battlefield with my own feet, ever since I led the isolated and vulnerable army!"

He grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty smile. "As for you, if you fail in your battle against the Sky Titan and slink back home in disgrace, I'll laugh at you mercilessly!"

"Heh..." Bai'er's sorrow was somewhat eased by his words, and his tone became lighter. "Maidemus, you better not die, or I'll laugh at you when I get back."

"As for defeating the Sky Titans..." He glanced at Bai Mo, who had remained silent beside him, and confidence returned to his eyes, "Have you forgotten that we still have Bai Mo?"

Wan Di was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and said, "That's true... Bai Mo will be with you too. Then... there's nothing to worry about."

His gaze finally settled on Bai Mo, who had been unusually silent since earlier, and his tone became serious:

"Alright, Bai Mo. Time is running out. The Black Tide's main body has advanced to within ten miles of Suspended Peak City. Close this Hundred Realms Gate. Make sure nothing follows you there."

Wan Di paused, his voice steady as a mountain, "When you return victorious from your conquest... we will be waiting for your good news on the other side of the gate."

Bai Mo paused, as if awakened from some deep thought.

He gazed at the black tide behind Wan Di that was swallowing the heavens and earth, but the warm candlelight that had once danced on his birthday cake flashed before his eyes.

As if possessed, he asked a question that seemed completely out of place amidst the apocalyptic scene before him:

"If...if the war really ends, in the new world...would you be willing to come to the Golden Hotel and be a chef with me?"

The question was so abrupt that even the valiant Wan Di was momentarily stunned. Then, he burst into a hearty laugh, as if to dispel all the gloom:

"Ha! I'm not going to be a head chef with you! I'm going to open a 'Hanging Peak Cuisine' right across from your Golden Grand Hotel! Specializing in our signature hearty dishes of Hanging Peak! Using the biggest pots and the fiercest fires! I'll steal all your customers away!"

Wan Di's words left Bai Mo silent for a long time, but then a sincere smile slowly bloomed on his face.

He chuckled and nodded. "Yes... we made a promise, Medmos."

Although he knew it was almost an impossible promise to keep. At least... in this lifetime, it was impossible.

The next moment, without hesitation, he raised his hand and activated his power. The light of the Hundred Realms Gate quickly receded and dissipated, finally closing completely, utterly isolating the flames of war and the black tide of Suspended Peak City on the other side of the gate.

"Little Bai Mo, Little Bai E~ You're finally back."

Xi Lian's voice, like a gentle evening breeze, rang out behind the two of them, carrying a hint of barely perceptible weariness, yet she tried her best to maintain her usual gentleness.

Bai E turned around. His face, ravaged by war, had lost its last trace of childishness, and his eyes had settled into a deep, calm gaze.

He looked at Xi Lian, his voice devoid of any emotion: "Hmm, Xi Lian, it seems you're ready as well."

"Yes, I'm ready," Xi Lian nodded slightly, but her gaze fell on Bai E's weathered eyes, revealing a hint of heartache.

“But Feng Jin seems to be lacking something. Bai E, could you please go and check on her? She might need some help right now.”

"Leave it to me, Xi Lian." Bai E didn't ask any more questions, simply leaving these words behind before turning and heading towards the airport, his back view resolute.

Then, Xi Lian turned her gaze to Bai Mo, who had been unusually silent since returning.

She stepped forward, gently took his slightly cool hand, and softened her voice: "Bai Mo, come walk with me in Ohmar, okay?"

Chapter 126 Bai Mo: Sister Xi Lian, don't cry. I'm going to become the strongest person in history with connections.

Bai Mo raised his eyes and met Xi Lian's blue eyes, which were filled with concern and worry. He remained silent for a moment, and finally whispered, "Okay."

The streets of Ohmma are no longer bustling and vibrant. The once lively square is now deserted, with only a few fully armed city guards hurrying by, their footsteps sounding particularly clear in the silence.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows of the two, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

Xi Lian, holding Bai Mo's arm, spoke softly, her words disjointed:

"The last scholars of the Divine Tree Court, the surviving nobles and artisans of Janusapolis, and the people of several other small city-states who were lucky enough to escape the Black Tide... have all been transferred to Ohma. This is now the last sanctuary."

"Hmm." Bai Mo's response was very soft, his gaze sweeping over the tightly closed doors and windows.

"The citizens of the major city-states, whether they were scholars, farmers or merchants before, have now spontaneously joined the Ohmmar City Guard."

Even teenagers and the elderly are helping with logistics... that's why the streets are so deserted now.

Most of them... are undergoing basic combat training under the guidance of Ms. Aglaia and some veterans who can no longer take to the battlefield.

Her voice carried a complex emotion, a mixture of pride and heaviness.

Bai Mo's gaze swept over the deserted streets and the direction of the training ground, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and he remained silent.

The city he was trying so hard to protect was weighing heavily on the shoulders of every survivor, operating in a tragic way.

“Teacher Tibao and the other two,” Xi Lian continued, as if only by keeping talking could she temporarily suppress the panic in her heart.

"Each of you will be responsible for reconnaissance in three different directions, excluding Suspended Peak City. As soon as there is any situation, all of Ohmar's forces will be mobilized immediately to stop the Black Tide at all costs, buying time for us... for you and Bai'er to retrieve the remaining three sparks."

"It's truly... a great help to everyone." Bai Mo's voice was low, carrying an indescribable weight. This time, bought at the cost of lives, was far too precious.

Suddenly, Xi Lian seemed unable to restrain her emotions any longer and finally stopped walking.

She looked up, the light from the dawn machine outlining her slightly trembling eyelashes, and tiny, crystalline tears unexpectedly condensed and rolled down her beautiful blue eyes.