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

His gaze swept intently over the three members of the train crew, finally settling on Xing, and he extended a solemn invitation: "How about it? Why don't you join us now and participate in this campaign against Nicardoli?"

Xing subconsciously glanced at Walter Yang in the team. This experienced elder adjusted his glasses and spoke calmly:

“Remember, we came to Onphalus to ‘explore.’ ‘Explore’ means to explore the unknown, connect civilizations, and lend a helping hand when necessary.”

"Although we also made an emergency landing here due to an accident, if you think it is worth doing, then follow the will of 'exploration' and move forward."

Upon hearing this, Xing's face lit up with a bright smile. She turned to Bai E and nodded, "Alright, we'll join! Participating in this expedition is part of the 'Pioneering'!"

"Excellent!" Bai E laughed. "With your addition, victory is assured! Let's begin preparations immediately. Do you need to return to your quarters to retrieve anything? Hurry up. I'll go and summon Xi Lian and Wan Di now. We'll meet at the 'Earth Beast Ranch' outside the city later!"

"Earth Beast Ranch?" Xing was somewhat curious about this meeting place.

“Of course!” Bai’er explained, “Such an important expedition cannot be carried out by just a few of us. This time, Ohma has sent the demigod of the Earth, the Wild Flute, who will fight alongside us.”

Moreover… our guide, Teacher Tian, ​​is there too. Only through the 'Gate of a Hundred Realms' she opened can we traverse the vast journey and instantly arrive at Suspended Peak City.”

Outside the city of Ohema, at the Earth Beast Ranch.

This place is brimming with vitality.

Gentle giants, comparable in size to small mountains and covered in rocky armor, strolled leisurely across the vast grasslands. Each breath they took carried the fragrance of earth and grass, and their hooves thudded as they landed.

The demigod Arabi, who moved like a mountain, stood there with his arms crossed.

He looked down at the train crew members who only reached his chest, a hint of emotion showing on his bronze face.

"You've arrived. Aglaia sent word that Ohmma has welcomed allies from beyond the heavens, but I didn't expect you to choose to fight alongside us so quickly." His voice resonated like the depths of the earth, deep and powerful.

Then, his sharp eyes fixed on Dan Heng, his voice tinged with surprise. "You...you are surrounded by a very...natural aura, serene and profound."

“Perhaps you’ll be quite popular with these big guys on the ranch.” He stretched out a giant hand and pointed to a giant earth beast that was looking at them with gentle eyes. “Want to try feeding them by hand? They seem very eager.”

"Um...no need, thank you for your kindness." Dan Heng seemed a little caught off guard by this sudden evaluation of his "approachability," and after a slight hesitation, he politely declined.

However, Arabi's seemingly abrupt words successfully attracted the attention of another being on the ranch.

"Oh?" A voice, tinged with interest, rang out. "Araboe, this is the first time I've heard you so confidently assert that someone will be favored by the Earth Beasts. What makes you so sure?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome man with short, emerald-green hair, dressed in an elegant robe, walking slowly towards them. He had a refined demeanor, but his eyes gleamed with the sharp light characteristic of a wise man. His gaze swept over the three people in the train crew, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

"Ah, you must be those visitors from beyond the heavens. I've heard that you've been granted the privilege of having your accounts recorded under Aglaia's name?"

A slightly mischievous smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Take my advice, this is a rare opportunity, so why not take a few more notes? That 'romantic' demigod is quite wealthy."

He seemed to have anticipated the train crew's questions and began his self-introduction fluently, speaking at a slow pace but with an undeniable air of authority:

"If you ask who I am? I am one of the Seven Sages of the Divine Tree Court, the founder of the School of the Wise, and the one among the Golden Blood who will wield 'Reason'—Anaxagoras. Those close to me like to call me Anaxagoras."

He paused, then emphasized, “However, firstly, I prefer you to call me by my full name—Anaxagoras. Secondly, when speaking with me, please remember—silence is golden, and do not interrupt me.” Although his words carried a warning, his tone remained gentle.

“By the way, since you come from outer space, that’s perfect, I have a lot of questions about outer space…” Nakasha, who called himself Anaxagoras, naturally started talking to Danheng.

Surprisingly, these two equally rational and erudite individuals found themselves quite compatible during their conversation, creating a harmonious atmosphere without any sense of discord.

"Partners! You guys are even faster than us? It must be because Wan Di was walking too slowly along the way." At this moment, Bai E's voice rang out again, and he walked over from not far away with Xi Lian and Wan Di.

Upon hearing this, Wan Di habitually snorted and retorted sarcastically, "I hope that when you're in Suspended Peak City later, when you're about to defeat Nicardoli and cut off his wicked head, you'll be quicker than I am. Otherwise, I'll probably be the one who gets the fire first and ascends to the position of demigod."

"I won the last match, and this time, the result will not change!" Bai E responded defiantly and with high morale.

"Alright, boys." Xi Lian interrupted their usual competition with a gentle smile. Her clear gaze swept over the group of people who were all ready to go.

"Let's save our reminiscing and fighting spirit for the journey; we should get going." With that, she took the lead and walked towards Tian, ​​who was standing to the side in the distance.

But at that moment, Xing suddenly noticed that Dan Heng didn't seem to have any intention of moving.

Noticing Xing's questioning gaze, Danheng turned to her and calmly explained, "With Mr. Walter accompanying you, your safety is assured. Therefore, I have decided to stay in Ohma for the time being."

“Moreover…” His gaze shifted to Nakasha beside him, “I just had a brief conversation with Professor Anaxxramas and discovered that he has… well… extremely unique and profound insights into the origins of the Titans, the nature of the Oracles, and the underlying rules of this world.”

"This might help us understand Onphalus's predicament more quickly. You will be in charge of the operations at the front, while I will stay behind to delve into the secrets of this world. We will split up and each perform our duties."

Seeing that Danheng had made a decision and had sufficient reasons, Xing said no more.

Together with Walter, Bai'er, Xilian, Wan Di, and the demigod Huangdi, she took firm steps toward the Hundred Realms Gate leading to Xuanfeng City.

Chapter 209 The Past of Suspended Peak.

After passing through the Hundred Worlds Gate of Tian.

The group stepped onto a desolate land, and ahead lay the once powerful ancient capital of Xuanfeng.

However, the once majestic city walls, which symbolized power and glory, are now covered with ominous black moss.

Many of the city's towers had collapsed, broken boulders were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a somber smell that was a mixture of rust, ash, and something decaying.

“Suspended Peak City…” Wan Di murmured the name, his voice filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

He surveyed his familiar yet alien homeland, his eyes filled with both reminiscence and profound sorrow. "I never imagined that since our entire clan migrated, it would have fallen into such ruin..."

“Speaking of which,” Bai’er walked to his side, his gaze also sweeping over the ruins, “I don’t recall ever hearing you explain in detail why you resolutely left this magnificent city that had been built up by countless generations.”

Wan Di remained silent for a moment, as if retrieving those long-forgotten memories from the depths of his mind.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke, his voice slightly hoarse: "Because... the god we worship, Nicardoli, gave the Suspended Peak Clan a final divine decree at the last moment."

"An oracle?" Bai'e raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat surprised. "A Titan who wields the power of 'Conflict' would actually leave guidance for his own people?"

“Perhaps the term ‘divine oracle’ isn’t entirely accurate.” Wan Di shook his head. “It’s more like a… instruction.”

"As you all know, among all the Titans, Nicardoli was one of the first to have direct contact with the Black Tide and engage in conflict."

"But ever since He began to devote the vast majority of His will and power to the war against the Black Tide, His response to the Suspended Peak Clan has become increasingly rare, until it has almost fallen silent."

“And that is why,” Wan Di’s voice lowered, “my father, the King of Suspended Peak, known for his iron fist and decisiveness, made a judgment that was later proven to be wrong.”

“He firmly believes that Nicardoli is not fighting against the Kuroshio, but has fallen into some kind of deep 'sleep' that he cannot awaken on his own.”

"In that era when the Black Tide first appeared on land, plunging the whole world into panic and chaos, how could the Suspended Peak people lose their spiritual pillar and their own god on which they depended for survival?"

Wan Di took a deep breath and continued, "So, with the encouragement and help of several foreign priests of unknown origin, Father made a bold decision—he planned to forcibly separate Nicardoli's soul into five parts and create an immortal body for each part of the soul."

"They believed that in this way, they could not only 'awaken' the gods, but also grant the God-King near-eternal life and power. Then, the Suspended Edge Clan, having integrated all their power, would follow the reborn Nicardoli and launch a full-scale attack on Ohma..."

Wan Di's words carried an undisguised heaviness, for using such methods against the god he believed in was by no means a glorious thing, regardless of the reason.

Although the "fire chase" he is now involved in does not, in essence, show much respect for the Titans.

"Invade Ohm?" Bai Er's surprise was palpable. "Why? Although Xuanfeng and Ohm are not allies, they are not sworn enemies either."

“As you know, the ‘Black Tide’ has two main forms of manifestation,” Wan Di explained, his tone returning to calm.

"The first is the creations of the Black Tide. Although they are a threat, they can still be eliminated through force and 'conflict.' But the second... the Black Tide itself... that pervasive, all-consuming dark essence, in the entire Onfaros, there is only one way to truly resist it..."

Bai E's pupils contracted slightly, and he softly continued, "...the Dawn Machine left behind by the Titan Kephale, the Titan of the Necromancer."

“That’s right,” Wan Di affirmed. “Back then, the Xuanfeng clan faced the ever-approaching Black Tide and only had two paths to survival.”

"The first option is to annex Ohma by force, seize control of the Dawn Machine, and allow our race to hide under the protection of that eternal light. The second option is to put aside our pride, form an alliance with Ohma, and share the glory of the Dawn Machine."

Xing listened to this long-forgotten history and couldn't help but ask, "So, your father... chose the first path?"

Wan Di nodded helplessly, a bitter look crossing his face. "Yes, he chose a path that seemed to allow him to completely control his own destiny, but was actually more radical and dangerous."

His gaze returned to the dark depths of Suspended Peak City, his eyes filled with complex emotions—a mixture of guilt, relief, and an indescribable admiration.

"However, just before the blasphemous soul-separation ritual was about to begin, the long-dormant Nicardoli... awoke."

Wan Di paused for a moment, as if he could travel through time and space and feel that decisive moment.

"With his last vestige of consciousness, He abruptly ended the ritual and delivered a final divine oracle to all the Suspended Blade people: 'Leave this place, go to Ohmar, and form an alliance with them. Use the Suspended Blade's strength, combined with the brilliance of Ohmar, to jointly resist the Black Tide. As for me, I will remain here, to fight for you... to the very last moment.'"

“He chose the second path…” Bai Er murmured, his voice filled with shock.

“Yes.” Wan Di’s voice trembled slightly. “He chose to sacrifice himself to give our race an opportunity to unite with other powers, rather than be annexed.”

"He remained alone in the city that was about to be completely submerged by the Black Tide, using himself as a shield to buy us time to evacuate and seek alliances."

He looked at Bai E and Xing, his tone tinged with a hint of lingering fear and relief, "Looking back now, you should probably feel fortunate. If that insane ritual had actually been completed, we probably wouldn't have faced a Titan driven to madness, but a monster that was torn apart, desecrated, immortal, and filled with resentment."

“Alright,” Huangdi, who had been silently sensing his surroundings since earlier, spoke in a deep voice. His mountain-like body turned towards the city center, his enormous hand pointing towards the deepest darkness.

"Let the lamentations of the past pause here for now. I can clearly feel that deep within that city-state, a voice is calling to me... Its voice is filled with violence and madness, its soul is burning in endless pain, but it also... yearns for a real battle, yearns for... ultimate liberation."

“Lady Tirispius,” the deep, rocky voice of the wild flute rang out, his massive body turning slightly toward the petite guide, “the road ahead will be paved with battles and dangers. You stay here, find a safe place to hide, and wait for our triumphant return.”

Chapter 210 The Bizarre "Conflict" Titan.

Tian nodded obediently, her face full of trust: "Understood, Tian will hide well and wait for news of everyone's victory!" After saying that, her figure quietly disappeared among the broken walls and ruins.

After watching Tian leave, Huangdi turned his gaze to Wan Di: "Crown Prince of Xuanfeng, time is of the essence. Would you mind if I used a more direct method to pave a path for us to Nicardoli?" He slightly bent his waist, assuming an ancient yet powerful posture.

Looking at the dilapidated city of his homeland before him, Wan Di's eyes flashed with a complex emotion, which ultimately turned into a soft sigh: "Please do as you please, Lord Arabi."

The next moment, the earth let out a muffled roar! Driven by the will of the "Earth" demigod, the thick, cracked Suspended Peak City Wall in front of them was torn apart and pried open as if by an invisible giant hand!

Amidst a deafening roar, massive rocks and city bricks rose and reassembled, instantly paving a straight, wide, and dark rock avenue leading to the deepest part of the city!

"Forward, everyone!" Bai Er took a deep breath, his eyes burning with a resolute flame. He glanced at his fellow train crew members. "Let us join hands and personally put a final period to this epic saga of Nicardoli, which should have ended long ago!"

Everyone nodded in unison, drew their weapons, and felt a surge of energy. After making all the necessary preparations for battle, they embarked on this journey forcibly opened up by divine power.

As the group ventured deeper into the heart of Suspended Peak City, an invisible pressure, heavy and suffocating, surged forth from all directions like a tidal wave.

The air was thick with a feverish fighting spirit, whispers stirring up conflict in everyone's hearts, and... an intense, almost overwhelming, pungent stench of divinity mixed with decaying blood.

Just as they approached the final barrier, the entity behind the wall seemed unable to suppress its ferocious desire to attack any longer—

"boom!!!"

A golden spear, formed purely from raging divine power, shattered the last thick wall without warning, shooting straight towards the leader, Huang Di, like a meteor with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air!

"Watch out!" Xi Lian reacted extremely quickly, almost instinctively raising the ritual sword in her hand to invoke the power of the Time Priest and freeze this fatal blow in time.

However, one hand moved even faster than she was chanting!

Faced with this divine spear that could pierce through mountains, the earth demigod neither dodged nor avoided it. He simply raised his arm, which was as large as a rock pillar, and with his five fingers spread, he accurately grabbed the tip of the golden spear!

"Crack——!"

A teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out. The spear, which contained terrifying energy, was actually snapped in two by his pure strength, shattering into countless golden specks of light.

“Too weak…” Aragaki shook his hand, his tone as calm as if he had merely brushed away some dust. His deep gaze pierced through the broken wall, looking directly at the enormous shadow behind it. “Nikadori, the Titan who once ruled over the conflict, have you now weakened to such a state?”

Without needing any further words, Bai E and Wan Di exchanged a glance, a tacit understanding forming between them.

Like arrows released from a bow, the two moved swiftly, one to the left and one to the right, transforming into two streaks of light. Carrying immense power, they launched the first attack on the deity hidden in the darkness!

In the early stages of the battle, the situation was almost one-sided. Nicardoli's fate seemed to be a foregone conclusion.

In their very first clash, Huangdi's powerful punch, imbued with the might of the earth, shattered the seemingly indestructible armor on one of His arms, and golden divine blood gushed forth like a spring.

Before Xing and Welt could even find an opportunity to unleash their full power, Aragaki stomped one foot on the ground, and a huge, sharp rock spike burst forth, piercing through Nicardori's massive divine body with unstoppable force and precision!

Bai'e and Wan Di seized this perfect opportunity, unleashing astonishing power. They grabbed Nicardoli's divine body and, through brute force, managed to knock the wounded Titan to the ground with a deafening roar.

Without hesitation, Arabi's massive body pressed down on Nicardi like a mountain collapsing, his fist, powerful enough to shatter rocks, raised high, aimed directly at Nicardi's head adorned with a broken crown, intending to shatter His armor and utterly end this mad consciousness.

However—a sudden change occurred!

Nicardi's right hand, which should have been completely shattered and limp in the first exchange, suddenly attacked the unsteady Aragami with a bizarre and swift force that defied all logic! That arm... when did it regenerate?!

Walter, who was constantly monitoring the entire battle, spotted the deadly sneak attack at the last second. "Watch out!"

He let out a low shout, slamming his cane to the ground. An invisible, immense gravitational field instantly formed, like an invisible giant hand crashing down, forcefully pressing the strangely restored arm, which was shimmering with an ominous light, back into the ground, leaving it deep in the pool of golden blood flowing from Nicardoli itself.

This sudden turn of events triggered alarm bells in the hearts of Huangdi, Bai'e, and Wandi. Without lingering in battle, they immediately retreated from Nicardoli's side at top speed and reformed their defensive formation.

"What's going on? Ten Thousand Enemies!" Bai Er tilted his head slightly towards his companion, his voice urgent, but his gaze and weapon were firmly locked on the Titan undergoing a terrifying transformation. "Didn't you say with certainty that Nicardoli hadn't achieved immortality?!"

"That's not immortality in the conventional sense..." came the increasingly deep and serious voice of the Earth God, whose perception was far more acute than others.

"He... His state is very strange. From beginning to end, He seems to have never truly 'died'. There is an extremely subtle yet incredibly tenacious external force, like the most vicious curse, that has been forcibly maintaining His life and consciousness, preventing Him from going to sleep."

In the brief moment of their conversation, a chilling scene unfolded—the massive wounds on Nicardi's body, which had just been torn apart by the Wild Flute and pierced by the Rock Spikes, began to writhe and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The shattered armor reformed, the broken bones were repaired, and even the arm that had been crushed by gravity regained its vitality.

Before long, this Titan, which should have been on the verge of death, stood up again with an even more ferocious aura than before, surrounded by unsettling energy.

“This…this terrifying regenerative power…” Xing’s pupils suddenly contracted. This scene that defied common sense reminded her of some unpleasant memories on the Immortal Ship. “Could it turn into those endless, savage monsters we encountered on the Immortal Ship?”

Amidst this atmosphere of shock and stagnation, Nicardoli, whose body had just been reconstructed, uttered a muffled murmur from beneath his shattered helmet, a murmur filled with endless pain and obsession: