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

A delicious and visually appealing dish of sweet and sour pork ribs is now complete.

It exudes a sweet and sour, enticing aroma, and has a glossy sheen, making it look absolutely perfect.

Xi Lian carefully packed the dishes into a food box and walked back to her unusually quiet bedroom.

Bai Mo never formally taught her how to cook.

Perhaps in his heart, he always felt that his sister Xilian should be well taken care of and would never have the opportunity or need to be involved in these mundane affairs.

In those endless, suffocating cycles without him, Xi Lian relied on her memories to experiment again and again, almost replicating every dish he had ever made for her.

But... perhaps the taste will ultimately be different.

Otherwise, why does this carefully prepared sweet and sour pork ribs taste so different from the sweetness I remember, which goes straight to my heart?

She put down her chopsticks, her gaze passing over the window frame, looking towards the steady, radiant dawn machine in the city center.

Her gaze gradually sharpened and hardened, as if piercing through the machine's cold exterior to see the lost soul within.

“Xiao Bai Mo,” she whispered, her voice clear in the quiet room, carrying an undeniable resolve.

"Do you see? The turning point of fate has arrived in Onphalos. And in this cycle, no matter the cost, I will... bring you back."

After enjoying the exotic Suspended Peak dinner at Wandi's house, the train crew proceeded to the magnificent public baths of Ohma as planned.

The rising steam, like a milky white veil, gently ascends in the vast space constructed of warm-toned stone.

The enormous dome casts soft light, which intertwines with the shimmering glow of the rippling water, illuminating the many Onfaros residents who come here to relax and unwind.

On the surface, the train crew members were no different from other visitors, immersing themselves in the unique recreational culture of this holy city.

However, as the warm water reached his shoulders and neck, Danheng's deep and cautious voice quietly rose amidst the rising steam, clearly reaching his companions' ears:

"Here, the noise of the water and the clamor of people should effectively mask our conversation."

He nodded slightly, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over two blurry figures not far away—since they left Wan Di's residence, two Holy City Guardians had been following them like shadows.

Chapter 206 "Memory" The prying into our memories needs to be stopped by someone.

"It's alright, we have nothing to hide, we just need some space where we can be undisturbed."

Walter adjusted his glasses, his eyes sharpening behind the lenses: "Now, let's hold a brief pioneering meeting."

He continued, "We have a preliminary understanding of Onfaros's background, but many contradictions remain puzzling."

“Even in a closed place like Yalilo-VI, its inhabitants have a basic understanding of the starry sky, destiny, and even the star gods. However, this place is the intersection of three destinies.”

“Onfaros has clearly produced three powerful beings comparable to the Commanders, yet its people seem to know nothing about concepts like ‘fate’ and ‘star god’? This is definitely not normal; there must be a hidden story behind it.”

Dan Heng added, his voice calm and clear: "Not only that. In Onpharos, when I looked up at the sky, what I felt was not boundlessness and freedom, but more like a... suffocating feeling of being imprisoned."

"They possess advanced technology and supernatural abilities, yet they place all their hopes and future on a vague 'oracle' and 'recreation'."

"When a civilization faces an existential crisis, exploring the stars and finding a new home should be instinctive, but they never seem to have considered the option of 'leaving'."

Walter said in a deep voice, "Do you remember that impenetrable layer of anomalous matter that we observed when we approached Onpharos, enveloping the entire world?"

“I am increasingly inclined to the conclusion that Onpharos was deliberately blocked. And what is hidden behind that so-called ‘oracle’ is probably far more complex than we currently know.”

“And then there’s that girl named Xi Lian,” Dan Heng frowned slightly. “Her very existence is a mystery. When we first met, the fleeting emotion in her eyes was extremely complex, unlike simple curiosity… It was mixed with a deep pain, a sorrow born of hardship, and some… indescribable joy? There are just too many suspicious points about Onfaros.”

Beside her, Xing submerged half her face in the hot water, listening to Uncle Yang and Dan Heng meticulously unravel the mystery, one after another. She felt her head, like the water in the pool, was about to boil.

So she decided to give up thinking and obediently play the role of a pure "bath experiencer." At the same time, she silently gave a thumbs up to her companions: It's a blessing to have you all on my pioneering journey. It's so great not having to use my brain.

Once the conversation among the train crew members had come to an end and the atmosphere had returned to the relaxed state of ordinary passengers, the two Holy City Guards who had been standing guard at a distance approached at the opportune moment.

“Distinguished guests,” one of the guards spoke politely, his voice gentle in the steam, “are you satisfied with your experience at this bathhouse?”

Walter and Danheng exchanged a knowing glance, then Walter calmly replied, "It feels very comfortable and has greatly relieved the fatigue of the journey. We really like it here."

"I'm glad you all like it." The guard smiled. "The demigods sent us here to guide you to your lodgings. We heard that you wanted to relax at the bathhouse, so we waited here without disturbing your enjoyment."

“Thank you for your trouble,” Walter replied politely. “Now, please lead the way.”

"It's our duty, please follow us." The two guards gestured an invitation, their attitude humble and attentive.

The Holy City Guardians led the train crew through the quiet streets, finally stopping in front of an elegant courtyard.

The courtyard wall is built of warm white stone, which is in harmony with the overall architectural style of Ohmma.

“Distinguished guests,” one of the guards bowed, “this courtyard is the temporary residence prepared for you by the demigods. May you have a peaceful night’s rest. Tomorrow morning, the demigods will formally summon you.”

After giving their instructions, the two guards politely turned and left, their figures quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.

“Familiar routine, familiar arrangements.” Xing muttered to himself, looking in the direction the guards had disappeared, a hint of wariness in his voice. “Looks like I’ll have to keep the baseball bat by my pillow tonight. What about you, Danheng?”

The initial pioneering experience of Yalilo-VI has clearly left a deep mark on her mind.

"My Strike Cloud is never out of my sight." Dan Heng's answer was brief and affirmative. He glanced at each room and then walked towards a room with a cold water bath, an environment more in line with his habits.

Upon hearing this, Walter smiled gently, his voice reassuringly calm: "Star, perhaps you're being a little too tense. Staying alert is an excellent quality of a pioneer, but there's no need to keep your nerves constantly on edge. Get some rest; I'm here for you."

Uncle Yang's voice was very steady, carrying a composure born of experience, as if no storm could shake it in the slightest, no...

Xing sank into the depths of her dream, but some chaotic whispers, like bubbles in water, kept rising and bursting, disturbing her sleep.

The sound seemed to come from an extremely distant place, indistinct and distorted, carrying a sense of exasperation:

"Why... since you have already chosen to bathe in the grace of the 'Lord Without Leaks' and embark on the path of 'Memory,' why do you still choose to be an enemy of the Memory Court?"

Immediately afterwards, another voice rang out, gentle yet firm, with a vaguely familiar tone:

"Don't think I don't know what you Memoryrs are up to. Onfaros, you are not welcome."

"Absurd! You and I are both those who remember, we should be on the same side!"

"On the same side?" The familiar voice scoffed, carrying an undisguised warning, "I advise you not to try to spy on him anymore, and not to come any closer."

“If he really seizes the opportunity… you will truly perish completely. Even if you are the Memories, even if you are memes detached from reality… the ending will not change in the slightest.”

"Hmph, bluff! I'll see how long you alone can protect this land from the torrent of 'memories'! Now that Yi Ting has noticed this place, the 'visitors' will only keep coming until we achieve our goal!"

The sounds of the argument receded like the tide, and Xing suddenly opened her eyes. Outside the window, the eternal artificial dawn of Ohma was already shining through the windowpane.

She instinctively reached out and gripped the baseball bat beside her pillow tightly. What the hell? Did someone have a mental battle going on in my head last night? It kept me up all night.

When she pushed open the door, she saw Dan Heng already standing in the courtyard downstairs, his posture upright, as if he had never let his guard down.

P.S.: Two updates today, taking a break.

Also, I see many people are eager to see Bai Mo appear, and I understand your feelings; you want Bai Mo to have a happy ending. But this will take time and requires some setup. I can guarantee that Bai Mo will definitely be saved. And Weng Xing's ending will certainly not be a tragedy.

Okay, Little White Shiqi would like to thank everyone for their support and love for this book.

Chapter 207 Meeting a Demigod

"Hmm? You're awake?" Danheng looked up when he heard the noise. "How was your rest?"

“Not good,” Xing rubbed her temples, yawned, and looked tired. “There are always some noisy sounds in my dreams, like two people arguing endlessly deep in my consciousness.”

"It seems you haven't been able to sleep well either." Danheng's voice was as calm as ever, but it carried a hint of seriousness that was hard to detect. "The light in Ohmma... is too constant and lacks the natural alternation of day and night, making it difficult to fall into a deep sleep."

Walter Yang emerged from the room, neatly dressed and in high spirits, seemingly unaffected by the surroundings. "We can catch up on the sleep later. Star, cheer up, we need to meet the demigods of Ohma now."

Looking at the radiant Walter and the somewhat listless Xing and Danheng, Xing couldn't help but sigh silently in her heart:

Indeed, it's the elderly who are full of energy, while the young are lifeless. This saying on the internet isn't without merit.

Xing's phone screen lit up first, breaking the tranquility of the courtyard in the early morning. "Hmm? A message from Bai E?" She looked down and read the message.

Bai'er: Partners, the demigods will meet you today at the "Altar of Negative World." You probably don't know the way, do you? Come to the "Hero's Bath" in Ohma and I'll take you there.

As soon as Xing looked up, he saw Mr. Walter putting his phone back into his pocket, and Dan Heng also put down his communication device at almost the same time.

Clearly, Bai Er had already sent this guidance message to each of them simultaneously.

Dawn on the cloud-covered cliffs, the altar bearing the weight of the world.

This place seems to be at the edge of the world, with a surging sea of ​​clouds beneath your feet and an exceptionally bright dawn machine overhead that illuminates the entire holy city.

The three demigods are already waiting here.

Ludella, the demigod of "Law", stood tall and was surrounded by an invisible aura of majesty.

The demigod of the ocean, Sea Seren, stood still as a deep pool, her eyes seemingly reflecting a vast expanse of waves.

The demigod Aglaia, whose skirt seemed to be woven from flowing starlight, had invisible golden threads that could be seen and seen at her fingertips.

Krystra's imposing gaze fell upon the three-person train crew who had just arrived.

"Visitors from afar, after yesterday's tour, you must have gained a preliminary understanding of the situation in Onphalus. However, compared to your observations of us, we still know very little about you—the nameless travelers traversing the sea of ​​stars."

Her voice was clear and calm, echoing across the empty altar. "This meeting is intended to be frank and open. Right here on this altar of the world, before the divine body of Cephalus, which carries Onphalus's ultimate hope." Her gaze shifted slightly toward the center of the altar.

"As you have come to see along the way, this is the sacred site where we demigods offered our own fire. Onpharos has already shown you our most core secret and our sincerity,"

Krydella's gaze swept over Walter, Danheng, and Xing, scrutinizing them with a hint of expectation. "Now, we hope to exchange that for equal honesty."

Without needing to observe carefully, the three members of the train crew were immediately drawn to the strange sight at the center of the altar the moment they stepped onto it—six blue-purple flames, like fragments of stars, slowly floated and rotated in the center.

Walter Yang stepped forward, tapping his cane lightly on the ground with a steady sound. "The Star Train crew is willing to establish a trust-based bond with the guardians of Ohma."

“Very good.” Cerrudra nodded slightly. “Then, our first question is: Why did you enter Onpharos?”

“To continue our journey,” Walter answered frankly, “as believers in ‘Exploration,’ our train needs to connect world after world to replenish its fuel and fulfill the destiny of ‘Exploration.’”

Krystal subtly turned her head, glancing at Aglaia with a questioning look. Only after receiving a barely perceptible response from Aglaia indicating she "didn't sense a lie" did she continue:

"An interesting explanation. Could it be that you need to offer the 'observations' or 'trajectories' that your 'star god' desires to receive the grace to continue your voyage?"

“It can be compared to this, although the word ‘offering’ is not entirely accurate, but in terms of the result, it is similar.” Walter carefully chose his words.

Ceryldra smiled faintly: "It seems that the extraterrestrial gods you describe are not fundamentally different from the Titans of Onphalus. In fact... they may be far less 'human' than Cerphalus, who lies buried here."

"Alright, now, the second question: If there were a way to leave Onphalus, would you leave immediately?"

“We will not leave immediately, and our pioneering spirit will not remain forever in one world, for that would mean deviating from our path.”

Walter's answer both stated his position and left room for maneuver: "But we also respect the order and will of every world and will not stand idly by and watch destruction occur."

“A wise and prudent answer.” This time, Krystal did not look at Aglaia again. Her gaze became even sharper as she directly posed the most crucial question: “One last question, which concerns the foundation of our cooperation.”

She paused briefly, then continued, "Ancient historical records tell of a city-state ruler of great talent and ambition who, with the full strength of the nation and the painstaking efforts of several generations, built a magnificent starship known as the 'Celestial Ship,' intending to break free from the shackles of the heavens and pursue the stars..."

"However, just as the 'Skyship' ignited its engines and was about to set sail, the divine punishment of the 'Sky' Titan—Aigler—descended."

Kerudela's voice carried a chilling undertone, "That was an act of annihilation from the heavens. The magnificent city-states built by humankind were reduced to ashes in an instant. In the end, it was only through the miraculous protection of Kerudela that the innocent lives of the city-state's inhabitants were barely saved, preventing them from being completely erased from history."

Her gaze swept over Xing and Danheng's chests—where two strange powers resided—and over the staff in Walter's hand that devoured all their energy and exploration.

"In other words, if you wish to leave Onpharos in any form of vehicle, the Titan Aegler of the Sky is the threshold you will inevitably face."

Krydella's tone was resolute, "Then, as a potential ally, I, on behalf of Ohma, inquire—are you willing to use the surging, unknown power within those two, and this strange staff in your hand that can even devour the threads of 'romance,' to assist us..."

She spoke each word slowly and deliberately, uttering that earth-shattering request:

"Slaying a god?"

Chapter 208 That Moment of Summer: Born to be favored by earth beasts? Is there such a strange person in the world?

The altar was silent, save for the whistling wind sweeping across the cloud-covered cliffs and the faint hum of the spinning fire.

Walter Young was silent for a moment, his gaze behind his glasses as deep as an abyss. He gripped his cane tighter, exchanged a glance with Dan Heng and Xing, and saw determination in each other's eyes.

“If the Titans of the Sky are a barrier hindering exploration and imprisoning the beings of this realm,” Walter’s voice was steady and powerful, carrying an undeniable determination, “then, based on our shared goal, we accept this covenant. The train crew agrees to assist.”

Aglaia, who had been silently sensing the situation, nodded slightly to Krydella, confirming the authenticity of her promise.

The cold seriousness on Krystal's face finally melted slightly, revealing a genuine sense of ease.

“Very good. From this moment on, you are allies recognized by Ohma and true friends of Onfaros. As a gesture of welcome, all your reasonable expenses in Ohma can be billed to me…” Her words hesitated for a rare moment, as if she were weighing something.

Aglaia, standing to the side, stepped forward at the opportune moment, a knowing yet helpless smile on her face, and took over the conversation:

"...Let's report the accounts under my name, 'Kaneori'. The 'Law' demigod's's profits should be used for more valuable purposes. 'Romance' will cover the expenses for entertaining our friends."

As the train crew slowly descended the steps of the altar, Bai Er's familiar figure was already waiting below, his face beaming with a warm smile.

"Partners! I knew you'd be on Onfaros's side!" Bai'er strode forward, his voice filled with certainty and joy.

"Just in time, we received a great report from Teacher Tison—she has pinpointed the exact location of the 'Conflict' Titanicadori's lair, and the exact coordinates of Suspended Peak City are now clear!"