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

"We heard from Xiaobai that you come from beyond the heavens? Before we engage in further communication, could we ask you to temporarily conceal the fact of the 'Beyond the Heavens' from the general populace of Onpharos?"

"Can we know the reason?" Walter asked cautiously.

"Hmm..." Tibo organized her thoughts, her gaze sweeping over the distant crowd of people waiting to evacuate, their faces filled with exhaustion and anticipation.

“As you can see, Onphalus is not safe right now. In other words, we are experiencing the true end times.”

Her voice was low and serious: "In the apocalypse, any possible way out is of paramount importance, enough to drive people mad."

"If 'escaping from the heavens from Onphalus' proves to be a viable path, we will not hesitate to study and implement the relevant plans."

“However,” Tibo’s tone shifted, her eyes sharpening, “this path is still shrouded in mystery. We do not yet fully understand you, nor do we fully understand the extraterrestrial world.”

"As the leaders of humanity, we need to be responsible for the lives of all people. We cannot rashly give unrealistic hopes, let alone cause unnecessary chaos."

"Therefore, before the situation becomes clear, please do not inform the public about the existence of extraterrestrial beings."

“This is a reasonable and responsible request, and we can understand and cooperate with it.” Walter nodded in agreement.

He then posed a question: "But I have a question that you might be able to answer for us—do you know who shot down the vehicle we were in?"

"We don't know exactly who did it," Tibo shook his head. "But in terms of ability, either the 'Discontent' Titan who controls war, or the 'Sky' Titan who wields the power of the skies, would have the capability to do this."

“Titan…what’s that?” Danheng caught the unfamiliar term.

“The Titans are ancient gods belonging to our Onpharos, the shapers and first rulers of the world,” Tibo explained, a hint of complexity in her voice.

"But... since when, some strange and powerful force has corrupted most of them, distorting their very nature and making them angry and mad. The Titans who once ruled the world have now become the intractable disease and cause of corruption onfalos."

Tibo gazed into the boundless darkness in the distance, her voice heavy: "Now, the calamity known as the 'Black Tide' has swept across the world, plunging the earth into eternal night. Only the holy city of Ohma, under the protection of the surviving will of the 'Titan of the Negative World' and the Dawn Machine, retains the last piece of light."

After explaining all this, Tibo seemed to remember something and clapped her hands: "Oh, look at me, I've been so busy talking to you. The refugees at the temple have been waiting for quite a while, and *we* must first use the power of the 'Gateway' to send them to the absolute safety of Ohma."

As she spoke, she raised her hands, and golden light flowed from her fingertips.

A "door" that can only allow one person to pass through, shimmering with a hazy light, slowly unfolds above the open space. On the other side of the door, a corner of a magnificent city can be vaguely seen, along with a warm and steady light.

"Everyone, keep order and pass through in turn. Don't crowd!" Tibo began to skillfully direct the evacuation of the crowd.

"A remarkable ability." Dan Heng gazed at the stable spatial gate and the completely different scene behind it, and gave his assessment.

“Indeed.” Walter pushed up his glasses, his eyes filled with analysis and approval. “After all, this is a world that even the pioneering star god Akivili has never set foot in. There are some wonders that are beyond our understanding. Hmm… that’s normal.”

"Moreover, so far, our negotiations with the locals, despite some minor hiccups, have generally gone smoothly and pleasantly," Walter offered an initial optimistic summary.

A private terrace somewhere in the holy city.

Heather stood in the brightest sunlight, her eyes slightly closed, intently playing an ancient-style stringed instrument. The friction between the bow and the strings produced melodious notes like a clear spring rinsing over stones.

Inside a room not far away, Aglaia sat on a sofa with an easel set up, meticulously applying paint to the canvas with a brush full of paint.

Aglaia's painting depicts the sound of Heather playing her violin in the sunlight. The painting is nearly finished, with excellent control of light and shadow, perfectly capturing the charm of the Siren Princess.

“Caesar,” Aglaia said without turning her head, her gaze still shifting between the canvas and the model, her voice soft yet carrying a subtle, probing quality.

"What do you think of the messages my teacher sent back about those 'visitors from outer space'?"

On the other side of the sofa, Krydella was lounging on the tatami mat.

In front of her was an exquisite chessboard, and she was casually toying with a smooth obsidian chess piece in her hand.

"Caesar hasn't ruled the Holy City for a long time, Aglaia." Krydira's voice carried a slightly lazy tone, her gaze still fixed on the chessboard.

"This is an era of demigods. So... there's no need to call me Caesar anymore, just call me Crydella."

She pondered for a moment, then picked up the black piece with her fingertips and placed it crisply on a spot on the board, capturing a white piece made of ivory.

Chapter 201 Heather: There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world~

“As for those extraterrestrial visitors who call themselves ‘pioneers’…” Krydella then raised her eyes and looked at Aglaia’s figure, her gaze calm.

“They owe us Onpharos nothing. What right do we have to forcibly tie the fate of others to the fate of Onpharos? Besides…”

She abruptly changed the subject, picked up a white stone, and then deftly removed a black stone from the board.

"If they are truly going to great lengths to help us without any reason, then we should be even more wary and suspicious."

"But if such a thing really happens, either they are truly noble, or they are truly despicable. There is no third possibility. Moreover, there are no free lunches in this world."

“But they are ultimately an unstable variable,” Aglaia added the last touch of light to Heather’s eyes in the painting. “If we let them roam freely in the Holy City, it’s hard to guarantee that they won’t cause some unexpected trouble.”

“Then let’s send a few clever people to follow them, to act as both guides and eyes and ears.” Krydella seemed to have already thought of a solution, her tone relaxed.

"Then, we'll find a suitable time to formally meet with them."

"In this way, we can avoid them revealing information about 'outer heavens' to the uninformed public, thus preventing unnecessary panic or unrest; and we can also avoid outsiders saying that we, Onphalus, have been unhospitable and have been impolite."

She paused slightly, her tone becoming more serious: "However, befriending extraterrestrial visitors is, for us, only a trivial matter."

"Our main focus should still be on collecting fire and completing the 'fire-chasing journey,' which is crucial for our survival."

"Xiao Ke, don't worry, *we* already notified Tian to receive them." A young but steady voice came from below.

There sat Tining on the soft carpet under the couch, holding a bright red fruit in her arms. She took a small bite, her cheeks bulging.

Hearing this, Kerudela felt relieved and stopped thinking.

She nimbly climbed from one end of the couch to Aglaia's side, peeking curiously over. "Aglaia, let me see how you've drawn my 'Sword Banner'!"

At the same time, Heather's performance was also coming to an end. As the last note faded into the air, she put down her bow, shook her long hair, which was slightly damp from playing in the sun for a long time, and walked gracefully to Aglaia's side to admire the painting together.

"That spoiled golden trout, though she always likes to steal food at night, is actually quite good at drawing." Heather looked at the painting of herself, immersed in music and seemingly glowing, and smiled slightly, affectionately calling Aglaia by a nickname that carried a hint of reproach.

Then she turned to Crydella, her tone becoming natural and familiar, "What are you planning to eat tonight?"

“Caesar salad,” Cerudela answered almost instinctively, then her cheeks flushed slightly as if she had thought of something.

"Eating that stuff again?" Heather frowned, her tone firm and unwavering. "It's cheap and convenient, but you can't eat it every day. You need a balanced diet. Come to my house tonight, and I'll treat you to something really good."

“Who knew that using my power of ‘law’ would require so many Liheng coins every time I formulate a decree…” Keludela muttered to herself, a look of pain and annoyance on her face.

"Just a few minor changes to the laws, and hundreds of thousands of Liheng coins are gone like water. If I had known, I shouldn't have wished for 'to grow ten centimeters taller' when I submitted the fire seed wish... I should have wished for 'to have an endless supply of Liheng coins'..."

As the train crew stepped out of the Hundred Realms Gate, which shimmered with a mesmerizing glow.

The scene that appeared before them was completely different from the desolate and dangerous post-apocalyptic wilderness they had been in before.

A colossal city, indescribably prosperous and beyond description, unfolded before them.

Towering buildings stand side by side, each with a distinct style yet coexisting harmoniously.

The pristine white stone and gleaming metal reflect each other in the light of the eternal dawn.

The wide streets were bustling with traffic, and the air was filled with the mixed aromas of food, flowers, and fruit, brimming with life and vitality.

In the distance, the enormous dawn machine in the city center, like a gentle sun, spreads light and warmth to every corner.

"Distinguished guests from afar, this is the Eternal Holy City of Ohmma, the safest place in all of Onpharos." Tibo landed lightly in front of the group, introducing them with a hint of pride in her voice, which remained clear amidst the clamor.

"Huh?...Savior? What a coincidence to return?" A booming voice came from the direction of the city gate, and a burly warrior with a bare upper body strode in.

"I didn't expect you to run into Nicardoli's attack on the city so soon after you got back. How about it? Want to come out of the city with me to meet the enemy? It'll be a good opportunity to hone your martial arts skills." Wan Di patted Bai E's shoulder hard, full of fighting spirit.

"A siege?" Xing looked at Bai E in confusion, then at the peaceful and prosperous scene before her. "Didn't Tibo say before that Ohmma was an absolutely safe place?"

Bai Er chuckled softly, sunlight falling on his white hair. "But we've also said that Onpharos is in the midst of the apocalypse, fraught with danger."

"However... please rest assured, Ohmma is known as the safest place, and that is no exaggeration." He raised his hand and pointed to the sky, where a faint halo could be seen.

"Look, that's the Holy City's defensive network woven by the demigod Aglaia herself."

It is indestructible; unless Lady Aglaia herself allows the enemy in, no enemy could possibly breach this protective barrier and harm the inhabitants of the holy city.

After explaining, he turned to Wan Di, his eyes gleaming with a burning desire for battle. "They say timing is everything, and today, escorting the civilians back, I haven't had a chance to fight to my heart's content. Come on, I'll go with you and meet that Nicardoli!"

"Good! That's great!" Wan Di laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the surrounding area. "Last time at the Suspended Peak Arena, we couldn't decide a winner, so let's continue this time! The bet remains the same: whoever loses has to invite the other to their home for a proper family feast!"

"Remember to leave a message for your parents beforehand using the communication stone tablet," Bai E replied with a laugh, his tone carrying the kind of teasing only found between the closest of friends. "Tonight, I'm going to eat the most authentic and genuine Suspended Peak Cuisine!"

"Hmph, savior, who wins and who loses is still uncertain!" Wan Di's lips curled into a passionate smile, showing no sign of weakness. "Perhaps tonight's meal will be the flavor of your Ai Li Mi Xie!"

Chapter 202 Walter: Whitebeard, you probably don't have any brothers or sisters, right?

Bai E, remembering the guests beside him, quickly turned to the three members of the train crew, his face filled with sincere apology. "I'm sorry, we clearly agreed to show you around the Holy City, but now... there's an emergency. I need to go out of the city with Wan Di to meet the enemy."

"But don't worry, I'll try to finish this quickly so you can taste the Suspended Peak Cuisine tonight!" He patted his chest and assured them.

“It’s alright.” Walter Yang had been observing Bai Er for a long time, and he finally felt relieved by Bai Er’s interaction with Wan Di and the unique naivety in his words.

He felt that, compared to "Kevin," who was burdened by a heavy past and acted irrationally, the Bai E in front of him was somewhat similar to Kiana, whom he remembered as a gifted girl who always caused headaches in academic classes but was essentially simple and passionate...

Hmm... They all call a red-haired guy "teacher," and they're pretty hot-blooded and immature, wanting to be heroes, so it's probably true.

After all, we've even seen isotopes, so a gender swap doesn't seem impossible... right?

But to put his mind at ease, Walter decided to double-check.

He adjusted his glasses and asked casually, "Bai'er, if I may ask, you... don't have any long-lost brothers, or... sisters, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Xi Lian, who had been standing quietly beside Bai E and hadn't spoken since her introduction, suddenly raised her head and glanced at Walter with some surprise. The outsider was terrifying.

“Uh…” Bai E was taken aback by the abrupt question, then scratched his head and answered affirmatively, “No, I am an only child. I am the only child in my family.”

"Phew... then it's all right." Walter visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone when answering Bai Er was much lighter. He even showed a faint, relieved smile on his face.

After Bai'e finished answering, he and Wan Di exchanged a glance, then strode away side by side toward the city gate. The wind occasionally carried fragments of their receding conversation:

"Wan Di, I've temporarily neglected my new friends in order to accept your challenge. If I win, you'll have to take them with you to dinner so they can also taste the culinary skills of your Suspended Peak..."

"Hmph, savior, stop talking big. I might not lose this time..."

"Hmm... so... we're just left here now?" Xing blinked, looked around, and noticed that Bai E and Wan Di had disappeared in the direction of the city gate.

"Where's Xi Lian?... Oh, thankfully, Xi Lian is still here." She saw the pink-haired girl still standing quietly to the side.

As for Tibo, Xing's gaze drifted to the distance—the "Gateway" demigod was busy guiding the newly arrived refugees to the temporary settlement. Xing decided it was best not to disturb her work.

Just then, she suddenly felt her skirt being gently tugged, the force was very light, and it was a cautious probing.

"Hmm?" Xing lowered her head, and the sight that came into view made her slightly stunned—it was a little girl dressed like an exquisite strawberry cake, only up to her waist, with a round and cute face that made you want to pinch her cheeks.

"Tian! I'll be in charge of showing you around the Holy City!" The little girl tilted her head back and announced in a clear, loud, and slightly childish voice, her little face full of seriousness that said, "I'm important."

"Two...two Tibos?" Xing's eyes widened in surprise. She looked at the mature and composed Tibo in the distance, then looked down at the "Tian" in front of her, her mind a little confused.

“*We* are Tian! Not Tibo!” Little Tian shook her head vigorously, but then tilted her head, showing a cute, slightly troubled expression. “Eh, I guess that’s not entirely true… *We* can also be Tibo! It’s complicated!”

“This…” Walter Yang, standing to the side, adjusted his glasses, a complex expression on his face. He turned to Xi Lian, his tone uncertain as he sought confirmation.

“Isn’t the situation in Ohma…where child labor is a bit…too serious?” He tried to make his words as tactful as possible.

Xi Lian covered her mouth and chuckled, then explained gently, "Mr. Yang, please rest assured. Teacher Ti Bao—or rather, Teacher Ti An—although they look and feel like children, they were among the first Golden Descendants to follow the divine oracle."

“Their qualifications and wisdom are highly respected in Ohma. They are the undisputed pillars of this city and absolutely trustworthy.” She paused, looking at Little Tian with a slightly questioning gaze, as if considering whether she should be the one to say the next thing.

Little Tian didn't seem to care at all. She put her hands on her hips, looking like a little adult who thought, "This is common knowledge." She said, "It seems you really are guests from outer space. You don't even know this story that is well-known in Onphalus!"

She cleared her throat and began to tell her story; though her voice was still young, it carried the solemnity of recounting an ancient legend:

"Hmm...where should I begin? I've got it! As you already know, the power of the Black Tide drove the Titans mad, plunging the world into darkness."

"After the Black Tide spread across the land of Onpharos, Cephale, the Titan who bore the burden of the entire world, descended with a divine oracle concerning destiny—"

She spoke each word carefully: "A group of heroes, bearing the blood of gold, will embark on a thorny journey to slay gods. They must collect twelve Titan Flames and submit them to the Dawn Machine. Then, the world will be reborn and usher in the dawn in the great 'Recreation'."

“And we, as the original Golden Blood,” Tian pointed to himself, a hint of nostalgia on his face, “unintentionally attached a wish to ourselves when we chose to submit the fire and become demigods.”

"At that time, it was the brutal period of the 'Golden War,' with various city-states fighting each other and countless people dying."

Tian's voice lowered a bit, "So, when we were still very, very tall, our wish was—that we could become many, many more of us!"

"In this way, we can travel to various battlefields and conflict zones as quickly as possible to connect with and unite all those who are suffering and confused in the war, and stop everyone from hurting each other!"

She waved her little hands, her eyes sparkling: "The amazing thing is, this wish really came true! Although the price was that each of us after splitting up had our individual power dispersed, and could only open a small portal about the height of one person, but... correspondingly, the number of us became so many, so many!"

"It helped so many people stop fighting, reconnect broken trust, and finally end that long golden war!"

Chapter 203 Xia Die's Offline Fan Meeting

“It is precisely because of our success,” Tian concluded, with a touch of pride, that “this tradition has been preserved.”

"Later, each Golden Descendant, upon becoming a demigod, would make a unique wish based on their own desires or the needs of the times. This is a very important opportunity!"