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

"Struggle...the Black Tide...for...the survival he spoke of!!!"

These fragmented words exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.

Xi Lian, who had been closely watching the battle, had her pupils shrink the moment she heard those words, and a look of disbelief flashed in her eyes!

Nicardi's condition in this cycle...something's not right!

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P.S.: The holiday is over, and the author has to go back to school... (sad)

Chapter 211 Star: Is a girl who's not even as tall as my chin really that strong?

After Nicardi stood up again, the entire ruins of Suspended Peak City began to tremble violently, as if the entire city itself was terrified of this strange existence.

Even more chilling was the "Sword of Divine Retribution," hovering above Suspended Edge City like the Sword of Damocles. Its massive blade emitted a deep hum, and its tip slowly but firmly changed direction, precisely locking onto the distant holy city of Ohma!

Arabi's expression was more solemn than ever before. He let out a low roar and charged at Nicardoli once again, attempting to suppress the regenerated Titan with absolute power.

His powerful punches still possessed the force to shatter mountains and split rocks. Each strike caused Nicardoli's divine body to tremble violently, and golden divine blood was splashed onto the scorched ground like a torrential rain.

However, in stark contrast to this effective attack, the wounds on Nicardoli's body were healing at an abnormally rapid pace!

The wounds that initially took several breaths to heal eventually healed almost instantly.

The indistinct syllables uttered from His mouth gradually collapsed and solidified from their initial fragmented words, eventually transforming into a chilling, emotionless, mechanical, repetitive whisper:

"Standing...standing...standing...standing...standing!!!"

The sound, like a curse, echoed across the shattered battlefield.

Xing hurled the Flame Spear with all his might, and the scorching flames pierced through Nicardoli's chest once again, leaving a huge hole.

However, the next second, the void was instantly filled with writhing flesh and golden blood before everyone's eyes, as if it had never been injured at all—

"Stop! Stop!" Bai E shouted suddenly, spreading his arms to block Huang Di and the train crew who were still trying to continue their attack.

His face was filled with alarm and urgency. "We can't attack anymore! We've all been tricked! His regeneration rate increases with the damage we cause!"

Bai E stared intently at the deranged Titan before him, who seemed to have lost all reason and was left only with the most primal obsessions. His voice trembled slightly:

"It's not fighting us at all; it's using us! It's using every injury and every act of destruction we inflict, like a blacksmith tempering steel, to cruelly temper and forge its twisted will to 'survive'!"

"Only seeking survival, devoid of honor and reason? How could this be..." Wan Di stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar divine figure, his face filled with disbelief and profound pain.

"How could the god who once willingly faced death alone for the survival of his people, and commanded us to leave... have fallen to such a... despicable state?"

“White Calamity,” the desolate flute’s deep voice suddenly interrupted Wan Di’s grief. His massive body stood at the forefront, bearing the increasingly frenzied pressure from Nicardoli.

"The situation has changed. The situation in Nicardori is far beyond what was anticipated. You must immediately lead a few companions back to Ohmar and inform Krydira and Aglaia of everything that has happened here, especially the threat of the Blade of Retribution and the anomalies in Nicardori. The changes in Suspended Peak City are no longer a simple matter of suppression; the Dawn Machines are facing an unprecedented threat!"

“But…!” Bai E clenched his fist, his face full of humiliation and resentment at deserting his post on the battlefield.

"Go now!" Wan Di stepped forward, his tone resolute, yet his eyes held trust and entrustment for his friend. "Savior, now is not the time to be stubborn! Take your friends from beyond the heavens and leave immediately!"

"I guess the more people there are here, and the more frequent the attacks, the faster the Heavenly Blade of Retribution will absorb energy and lock onto its targets!"

"As for what happens after the message is delivered... whether you want to come back and die alongside me, or stay in Ohmma to assist in the defense, is up to you! But right now, we need someone that Aglaia and the others know and trust to relay the message back from here!"

At this moment, Huangdi let out a low roar and slammed his fists into the ground. The heavy and solid power of the earth quickly gathered and condensed into a layer of rock shield that shone with an amber luster on himself and Wan Di.

"Go, Bai'er, I swear in the name of the earth that I will do everything in my power to protect your friend. We two will hold it off together, you two go quickly!"

Wan Di and Huang Di's words made Bai E understand that this was not a retreat, but a more important mission.

He nodded emphatically and looked at Wan Di: "Wait for me! I'll be back as soon as the news gets here!"

After saying that, he didn't hesitate any longer. Xi Lian, Xing, and Walter quickly exchanged glances, and the four of them immediately turned back and left the battlefield in the direction they had come from.

When Bai'er and his group returned to Ohma at top speed with the help of the Hundred Realms Gate, they found that the Holy City was already on high alert.

Although the people in the city were still making merry, and there was no tense atmosphere in the air, several demigods—Tibo, Aglaia, Crydella, and Heather—had already gathered in the Heroes' Bath, seemingly having a premonition of something bad.

“Bai’er,” Aglaia spoke first, her voice still gentle, and golden threads swayed slightly at her fingertips.

"I have learned of the upheaval in Suspended Peak City through the message from my master. Please remain calm. Although the consequences are serious, the situation is not yet completely out of control."

“Yes,” Cerrudra said, arms crossed, her petite frame radiating an undeniable authority and confidence. She raised her chin proudly. “If necessary, I will personally intervene, using the power of the Law to judge the errors of the Heavenly Punishment Blade!”

Xing watched silently from the side as this imposing but barely tall demigod girl reached only her chin, and she was very curious to know where her confidence came from.

But as a polite, well-mannered girl raised by the gentle and generous Himeko, she ultimately suppressed her curiosity and did not ask.

“Caesar,” Heather’s voice, as serene as the deep sea, rang out. She gently pulled the eager Crydella back, her movements elegant yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

“You are the symbol of the ‘Law’ and Ohmar’s ultimate trump card; how can you use you so easily? This time, it is more appropriate to leave it to me to handle.”

She turned to the crowd and calmly explained her plan: “The ocean, vast and profound, is best at erosion and decay. Perhaps I can try to use the endless will of the tides to wash away and wear down Nicardoli’s twisted and solidified obsession. But…”

She paused for a moment, then said, "This process may take some time."

Hazel's gaze then fell upon Tibo, who was waiting nearby. Tibo immediately understood and nodded vigorously, promising on behalf of all the "Tibos": "Don't worry, Hazel! *We* are all in place and coordinated."

"If... if the Heavenly Punishment Blade ultimately cannot be stopped and is launched recklessly, *we* will open the Gate of a Hundred Realms and work together to redirect that devastating attack to another location."

Chapter 212 The Deal.

"In that case, the strategy is set," Aglaia concluded.

"Haiseyin will immediately proceed to the battlefield of Suspended Edge City to lead the erosion of Nicardoli's will; my master's Hundred Realms Gate will serve as the last line of defense for the Holy City."

Finally, her sharp gaze swept over the crowd and landed on Xi Lian at the end of the line, who had remained silent ever since returning from Xuanfeng City.

“Xi Lian,” Aglaia’s voice slowed, but carried a seriousness that went straight to the heart, “Although the Holy City has a plan to deal with the crisis, we still need to know the fundamental truth behind the anomaly that has occurred in Nicardoli.”

"I think you understand what you should be doing right now, right?"

“Yes… Lady Aglaia, I understand.” Xi Lian took a deep breath and made a clear and solemn decision: “I will set off immediately to pay homage to the Titan of Time, Oronis, and bring forth the demigod of Time.”

She had to figure out what Bai Mo, the boy who had carried the weight of tens of millions of reincarnations, had paid and what he had changed before she was born in this cycle of reincarnation.

Just like in the original story, Xing, Xia Die, Dan Heng, and Xi Lian arrived at the final door to meet Euronis.

"Lord Xilian, are you... alright? Isn't it... too hasty for Lady Aglaia to make you a demigod at this time?" Xia Die felt that Xilian's condition seemed a bit off, and she thought that Xilian was worried about taking over the power of a demigod ahead of schedule.

Xi Lian calmly replied, "No, don't worry, Xia Die, I've made up my mind to bring forward the birth of the demigod of 'Years'."

She pushed open the final door to meet Euronis.

In the chaotic space behind the door, a huge and blurry figure, seemingly composed of countless fragments of time, is hidden in the mist.

The vast voice of the Titans echoed from afar.

“Leave…leave. Golden Descendant…now is not the time…”

"The birth of the demigod 'Time'...not now...otherwise..."

"Creation... cannot... be brought forward..."

"I refuse...you to leave..."

“Olonis, I know, I understand your concerns.” Xi Lian clasped her hands together, but remembering there were others around, she added, “I understand how terrible annihilation is, but we need your strength now.”

Xia Die also looked up at the figure hidden in the mist. "Olonis, I call upon you. Nicardoli has fallen into a bizarre madness. Please grant us the ability to reveal the past shrouded in mist and guide us to find a way to extinguish its madness."

Upon hearing this, Titan's voice from afar seemed to carry a hint of anger.

"The Golden Descendants... pitiful, tragic, and cruel heroes..."

"You followed that false oracle... and all the sacrifices of me and my people have been for naught!"

"Under the pretext of 'saving the world,' you seized the spark... leaving me here to endure boundless loneliness..."

"Leave...leave...and when the world is about to shatter, come back to retrieve my flame..."

At this tense standoff, when the atmosphere had reached its absolute limit—

A crisp shutter click sounded so abruptly, accompanied by a blinding flash, instantly shattering the inherent solemnity and heaviness of the space.

Our Xing scratched her head sheepishly—she had forgotten to turn off the camera shutter and flash.

"Let me be alone... in peace." Xi Lian looked at the Olonis on the horizon, gradually disappearing and sinking back into the mist. Her voice held no joy or sorrow, only a deep weariness. She spoke these words to Xing, her gaze unfocused.

"Um... I'm sorry, Xi Lian." Xing felt extremely apologetic, awkwardly hugging the suddenly appearing pink-haired creature. "I think... I accidentally stole your demigod status of 'Years'?"

"Mi...Mimi..." The peculiar pink flying rabbit seemed to sense the heavy atmosphere, its voice revealing a hint of apology as it rubbed its head against Xing's hand.

"It's alright." Xi Lian shook her head gently, still gazing in the direction where Oronis had disappeared, and repeated, "It's really alright. Just leave me here alone, please."

“Your Excellency…” Xia Die said softly to Xing, gesturing with her eyes, “I think we should follow Lady Xi Lian’s wishes and leave for now, so that she can have some peace and quiet on her own.”

After Xing, Danheng, and Xiadie completely disappeared through the door, several light, eerie laughs suddenly echoed from the depths of the "Abyss of Destiny," which should have returned to silence.

"Hehe...hehehe..."

"That's more like it, it should have been like this a long time ago. We're both children walking the path of 'memory,' so why were you so stubborn before, repeatedly preventing us from entering this fascinating Onpharos?"

As the words were spoken, several figures emerged as if from a shattered mirror, some leaning, some standing, their elegant postures carrying an invisible sense of oppression as they revealed themselves in this space.

They are the rememberers of Liuguang Yiting.

"Don't overthink it," Xi Lian's voice turned as cold as ice, completely different from before. "This is just a deal. Use what I gave you to create a 'Memory Spirit' that I want. In exchange, I'll allow a few of you to enter Onfaros. That's all, nothing more."

"Heh... How indifferent. Define it as you like, dear 'gatekeeper.' Now, according to the agreement, we shall..." The Memory Receivers seemed unconcerned by Xi Lian's attitude, chuckling as they prepared to exercise the authority they had been granted.

"Please, everyone... be patient."

A soft, sweet voice, yet it felt like ice water had been poured over everyone present, entered the room without warning.

The bodies of those who remembered shuddered violently, and the color drained from their faces instantly. (If they did.)

"There is still a small deal between me and Miss Xi Lian that has not yet been finalized."

The space rippled like water, and the figure of a girl with long, flowing pink hair and deep red eyes, holding an exquisite parasol, appeared before all those who remembered her, elegant yet deadly, like an inescapable nightmare.

A faint smile played on Chang Yeyue's lips as her gaze swept past the horrified memory-keepers and landed on Xi Lian.

"Your performance just now was quite good. They seemed to think you really intended to become a demigod of 'Time' in this cycle."

Chapter 213 What trapped him was not the memories of the past, but that obsession.

"You!...You...you dare to deceive us..." The words of those who remembered were abruptly cut off before they could be fully uttered, as if an invisible giant hand had choked them. Their figures gradually became blurred and distorted in shock and disbelief.

The next second, several red jellyfish exuding a deadly aura of oblivion silently emerged from the void, gracefully and deadly coiling around the bodies of the Rememberers.

Before these messengers from the Flowing Light Memory Court could react further, they were like bubbles sinking into the deep sea, mercilessly dragged into the eternal tide called "Oblivion," leaving no trace.

“Now that the noisy bystanders have disappeared,” Chang Yeyue—the pink-haired girl with the parasol—turned her gaze back to Xi Lian, her deep red eyes seemingly able to pierce through the soul. “We can finally have a proper talk.”

“According to the terms of our deal,” Xi Lian’s voice was as cold as ice, as if those just eliminated were not her “kin.” She showed no fear in the face of this being, the natural enemy of those who remembered.

“I have already lured those memory-keepers who tried to swindle you… in March, and handed them over to you to deal with. What about what you promised me?”

"The other part of the deal concerns 'him'..." Chang Yeyue nodded slightly, her usual composure fading slightly, replaced by a rare hint of solemnity.

"I did attempt to apply the power of 'forgetfulness' to him as promised. But... alas, the result was regrettable."

"Even my power cannot make him forget those memories that were never his. The complexity of collecting and even solidifying the source of those memories is far beyond imagination; it is not simply a matter of the power of the 'memory' destiny."

"Is that so..." Xi Lian let out a soft breath. Although her face remained calm, the fleeting disappointment deep in her eyes was like a pebble thrown into a still lake, creating a barely perceptible ripple. Indeed, even "forgetting" itself could not wash away that too heavy burden.

"Since you have indeed sincerely kept your promise, let me give you a piece of advice, gatekeeper." Chang Yeyue's tone became serious.

"What truly traps him in endless cycles of reincarnation and suffering is not the memories of the past themselves, but the deep-seated obsession within him that wants everyone, the entire Onphalus, to live. Memories may be the vehicle for it, but this obsession is his true shackle and prison."

"Ah... I see." Xi Lian murmured, a hint of understanding and determination flashing in her eyes. "Then it seems that the decision I'm about to make may be the only way to pull him back from this self-constructed prison." After she finished speaking, she prepared to turn around and leave this place of trouble.

"Wait a minute." Chang Yeyue called out to her, her red eyes gleaming with inquiry. "I'm very curious, what exactly made you willing to abandon your position in the 'Memory' faction, even at the cost of becoming an enemy of the entire Flowing Light Memory Court? This is not a choice that an ordinary Memory Being would make."

Xi Lian stopped in her tracks. She remained silent for a moment, and finally, a clear number escaped her lips:

"Thirty-seven thousand six hundred and forty-two."

"What?" Chang Yeyue raised an eyebrow slightly.

“This is only in the last three million or so reincarnations,” Xi Lian turned her head, her azure eyes looking directly at Chang Ye Yue, “He still responds to my requests—even the smallest calls.”

"Tell me, compared to Fuli, who sits high in the Sudarsana Heaven and remains indifferent to my prayers and suffering through more than 30 million reincarnations, which one should I pursue and protect?"

“Hehe, I see… Interesting, really, so interesting.” Chang Yeyue chuckled, her laughter filled with the joy of discovering a treasure. “If my ‘March’ were still by my side, she would definitely love the story of Onphalos.”

"The three of you... one bears the destined wrath of 'Destruction,' one shoulders the cold calculations of 'Intelligence,' and one receives the eternal imprint of 'Memory'... Yet, all three tacitly intend to betray the Star God who granted you your power. Three utterly treacherous bastards."