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

He instinctively reached out to brace himself, his palm touching the cold, hard stone.

Another suppressed groan escaped. A new stream of information pierced his mind like a poisonous thorn!

This stone... it was once a brick in the city wall of a border town that resisted the beast tide in the 798234th cycle, and it was stained with the blood of soldiers;

In the 1523891st cycle, it was paved into the foundation stone of a bustling street, bearing the tracks and footprints of countless city-states.

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Chapter 191 Where to Find Peace?

In the 3345670th cycle, it was sculpted by a down-on-his-luck artist into an incomprehensible work of art, standing silently in a corner of the square.

In an even earlier cycle of reincarnation, it was even a sacred object used in rituals by a primitive tribe...

Countless cycles of reincarnation have endowed the most ordinary things on this land with endless history.

Every grain of dust, every leaf, is immersed in the ocean of time, imbued with the scent and memories of "others".

All of this now transforms into a surging tide, crashing against Bai Mo's crumbling self-boundaries.

The chaotic waves that nearly tore him apart slowly receded, leaving Bai Mo with only a deep-seated weariness and emptiness.

Bai Mo leaned against the stone pillar he had just created with his abilities and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

At the beginning of the cycle, he was still able to maintain his core self of "Bai Mo" amidst the flood of memories from "others".

Like a reef, it stands firm despite being battered by the waves.

But now... after being eroded tens of millions of times, the reef has long been rounded and eroded, and is on the verge of being crushed.

He could only use an almost obsessive belief called "survival" as the last anchor to desperately hold onto his "self," which was about to be submerged by the deaths of hundreds of millions of lives and the past.

This belief itself became the only proof of his existence, and even his instinctive answer to all questions from the outside world.

He looked around at the seemingly tranquil forest, which in fact screamed out the past in every inch, and felt a chill in his heart.

It seems that simply hiding in sparsely populated places is no longer enough to block the pervasive invasion of these memories.

Everything has its history, but all of history is a burden to him.

Moreover, in this cycle, because he was far away from the vortex of fire, Arabi almost ran into trouble.

In the next cycle... it would be best to get closer to Ohma.

He thought that perhaps there was only one place that people not only remembered less about, but was also close to Ohmma.

That's the inside of the Dawn Machine.

Even in the endless cycle of reincarnation, the number of beings qualified and entitled to enter it is very small.

Because those who have the power are too lazy to look. And those who are curious and want to look don't have the power.

Perhaps... only there could he find a moment of true peace.

The 23570000st cycle.

This place, suspended above a sea of ​​clouds, is a wondrous realm where light and darkness intertwine.

The eternal twilight casts a soft and melancholic hue over everything.

The enormous floating platform drifted silently, with surging clouds and an endless sky beyond its edges.

Wind Violet—the demigod of the "Sky" in this cycle of reincarnation; Yacintes—standing silently on the edge of the floating platform, her back to the only entrance.

She gently held the flame that symbolized the authority of the "sky" in her hands, her gaze seemingly piercing through the clouds to see the underlying code that governs the world.

“As expected…” she murmured to herself, her voice ethereal yet tinged with a knowing weariness, “As long as you truly swallow the fire seed and become one with it, the truths that have been hidden layer by layer will naturally surface, like an iceberg underwater.”

Footsteps came from behind, steady and regular, without the slightest hint of murderous intent, yet carrying a heart-pounding heaviness that seemed to connect with the pulse of the entire world.

"Demigod...you shouldn't...have fused with the Fire Seed." Bai Mo's voice rang out, as if coming through a thick veil, revealing no personal emotional fluctuations, only a calm declaration.

"You... need to survive..."

Feng Jin clenched her fists silently inside her wide sleeves, her knuckles turning slightly white.

"Hmm...heh," she suddenly chuckled softly, her laughter as gentle as if she were speaking to a patient with a serious illness, and she slowly turned around.

"May I tell you your name, stranger? I will write it in the gentlest handwriting... on the medical record sheet in the Dim Light Courtyard."

However, when she saw the person's face clearly, her gentle smile froze for a moment.

That face... bore a striking resemblance to, yet was also completely different from, that of Lord Bai E, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the men in black in the distance.

The person before me was even more...empty, like an exquisite doll being pulled by countless threads.

“Lord Bai E? No… no, you are not Lord Bai E.” Feng Jin’s eyes sharpened, and her medical insight allowed her to instantly discern the difference.

"Lord Bai'e is currently engaged in battle with the man in black who stole the fire. Who exactly are you?"

"I am... the savior of Onphalus, who will guide you to survival. As for my true name, you need not know..."

Bai Mo's voice remained calm, as if stating a fact, "You only need to... hand over the fire... and then... continue... to exist."

His gaze fell calmly on Feng Jin, without threat or persuasion, only a suffocating obsession with "existence" itself.

"How can that be?" Feng Jin gently shook her head, her eyes gleaming with the unwavering determination unique to a healer.

"Right in front of me is a patient suffering from severe 'illness'. As a doctor, I cannot easily give up on treatment just because the patient is uncooperative or dishonest."

“I can do it… Your Excellency.” She leaned forward slightly, her tone utterly earnest. “As a true demigod of the ‘Sky,’ I can connect with the hearts of all things; as a healer of the Dim Light Courtyard, I can soothe the wounds of the soul… I will surely find the root of the problem and heal you, until…”

“Such understanding and tolerance…” Bai Mo interrupted her, a slight fluctuation in his voice. “You are an… excellent physician.”

But then, the fluctuation disappeared, replaced by a cold warning.

"Don't try to touch... what's deep inside me. They will drag you... completely into the abyss, from which there is no return. Hand over the spark, and you... will still have a chance to turn back."

“Your Excellency,” Feng Jin stubbornly continued her “diagnosis,” through her power of “Sky,” she vaguely sensed the turbulent undercurrents beneath the cold exterior.

"You possess such a strong, such a powerful... desire to 'live.' That will is almost tangible."

"But... I don't understand why? In that vast, ocean-like will to live, that uniquely your own desire to live is... so insignificant?"

"Compared to... the prayers of all living beings, the cries of billions of lives..." Bai Mo paused for a moment before slowly replying, his voice seeming to drift from a great distance, "The will of an individual... is truly too insignificant... negligible..."

Chapter 192 Wind Violet: An Empty Continuation Only Points to Another Kind of Death

"But don't... abandon it!" Feng Jin bravely stepped forward, her voice filled with urgency and pleading, "Even if it's tiny, it's still 'your' light!"

"I have never abandoned you." For the first time, Bai Mo's voice carried a hint of something almost imperceptible... perhaps weariness, or perhaps something else entirely.

"But... I need to... remember every person's past, every regret of the deceased, every wish of the living. I need to... carry them... on to live on."

His gaze fell on Feng Jin's eyes, which had lost their starlight after witnessing too many truths, leaving only a vast, empty blue.

"Stop using the authority of 'The Sky' to connect with my heart," he warned immediately, his voice low. "There... is the abyss."

However, Feng Jin shook her head; she had made up her mind.

“An empty existence can save no one…it ultimately leads only to another form of death. But,”

Her eyes were incredibly firm. "I still believe that you will not drag this world into a complete abyss."

"Because your heart, though frozen and filled with the voices of countless others, has become incredibly cold... but I can feel that in its deepest depths, there is still a spark called 'gentleness' burning faintly."

She took a deep breath, and a warm and brilliant rainbow light began to flow around her—the healing and connecting power belonging to the demigod of the "Sky."

"I, Yacintes, the Eye of Dawn and Dusk, though not powerful enough to command the wind and rain or change the world, can use these eyes, with this warm rainbow light, to bring the unseen colors to the undying flame in your heart! And to bring a rosy dawn to Onpharos!"

She chose to resist, not for power or life, but to fulfill her oath as a healer and to heal the seemingly strong but actually broken "patient" before her.

She would never easily relinquish the flame and join the cold cycle of "existence" before completing her "treatment".

Even if the colors in your heart have become almost murky gray, I can still feel a trace of lingering warmth within them...

Feng Jin's voice was ethereal yet resolute. She completely released the restrictions on the "Sky" fire seed, and a vast celestial power began to flow around her, intertwining with rainbow light, attempting to deeply merge with the fire seed and unleash the most complete form of a demigod—

"Savior, please open your heart to me..."

However, before the fusion of light could reach its peak, Bai Mo had already raised his hand.

Countless cold "0"s and "1"s emerged from the void, like living chains, instantly binding Feng Jin's limbs and torso, not only restricting her movements but also forcibly severing her deeper resonance with the fire.

"It's futile." Bai Mo's voice remained calm, yet it carried an absolute sense of despair.

“Even if you have initially merged with the spark of the ‘Sky,’ with the powers I was granted in Onpharos, I can bypass the merging process and harmlessly… extract the authority of the ‘Sky.’”

He stretched out his palm and aimed it at the pulsating blue flame on Feng Jin's chest.

At the same time, a notification sound, perceptible only to him, echoed deep within his consciousness:

The "Sky" permission node has been located.

[Uninstallation process starting...]

[The corresponding permission carrier is being repackaged and prepared for transfer to the designated secure coordinates.]

The power of the rules began to operate, and the rainbow light around Feng Jin began to fluctuate unstablely.

However, at the very moment the stripping process started, Feng Jin let out a short, muffled groan that she tried her best to suppress.

Bai Mo's movements abruptly stopped. He forcibly halted the almost-completed stripping process.

"Demigod," a very subtle emotional fluctuation was revealed in his voice for the first time.

"Logically speaking, you shouldn't feel any pain."

Despite his absolute confidence in his own power, a trace of uncertainty, a hint of fear of the unexpected, appeared like a tiny crack in his frozen heart—he feared that Feng Jin would suffer pain beyond his calculations.

Unexpectedly, Feng Jin, who was bound by the shackles of data, showed no sign of pain. Instead, she chuckled softly, her laughter carrying a gentle understanding of everything and a hint of cunning.

"Making patients realize that their condition can be reversed is the first step to successful treatment."

She raised her head, her gaze piercing through the shackles, and looked warmly at Bai Mo. "You see... the 'gentleness' in your heart still exists. It's just been buried too deep and needs to be carefully awakened and patiently nurtured."

Her voice softened, filled with a sincere plea: "Could you... talk to me? Talk about your name, your past... even just a little bit. After we talk, I'll willingly hand over the spark of 'Sky,' without a single complaint. How about this deal?"

A long silence spread as dusk settled in.

Finally, Bai Mo let out a barely audible sigh.

“My name is… Camerslana.” He spoke slowly, uttering a name that carried too much weight. “You can also call me… Bai Mo.”

“Okay, Mo Bao.” Feng Jin’s address immediately became intimate and natural, and her eyes regained the light that Bai Mo had long been familiar with in more than 20 million reincarnations—resilient, gentle, passionate, and with the unique keenness of a healer.

"Now, can you tell me? Why are you so determined to stop the Golden Blood from absorbing the Fire Seed? What exactly is hidden behind that 'existence'?"

In the following time, Bai Mo calmly and briefly explained the despair that had been repeated countless times, as well as the "survival" plan he and Bai Er had devised, which was built on lies and deception.

Feng Jin listened quietly without interrupting until Bai Mo's voice faded.

"I see... Mo Bao," she said softly, her eyes filled with understanding, but not agreement.

"Everyone has the possibility and right to survive, but you should not... require everyone to survive according to the only path you set."

She took a step forward, and although she was still bound by data, her gaze seemed to reach directly into Bai Mo's soul.

“Your plan may indeed allow Onfaros’s ‘existence’ to continue, like a specimen carefully preserved in amber.”

“But Mo Bao, if you stubbornly force all life to remain in the ‘seed’ state, then… when will new life sprout?”

Her voice, with a penetrating compassion, asked the most crucial question:

"Mo Bao, is this just a matter of 'survival'... really what 'Lian Bao' wants to see?"

Chapter 193 "Knowledge": "Existence" should be the first cause of life.

That long-lost name, like a sharp thorn, pierced precisely into the softest and most heavily guarded part of Bai Mo's heart.

He suddenly closed his eyes.

When Bai Mo spoke again, his voice returned to its previous coldness and aloofness, "...Demigod, it's time to fulfill your promise. Give me the spark of the 'Sky'."

He avoided her question, just as he avoided the moonlight on the water's surface.

"You... just need to live in the 'tomorrow' that I've fought for and planned for you, and that's... enough."

"The rest should not be asked or thought about. Existence itself is the final answer, and the only answer."