Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Even with the most support, it's impossible for the other two sides to have zero votes, right?

When did the people of Ohmma become so united?

"Is this so..."

Aglaia gave Yan Huan a deep look and nodded slightly.

"In that case, the result is quite clear."

"Thank you for your frankness, citizens. Mr. Itro, please announce the final result."

"Uh... ok."

Elder Itro walked to the center, puzzled but at least this was the outcome.

"I hereby declare Suctyris innocent and released!"

"What? That's wonderful!" The young man burst into tears of joy and rushed to the old man, embracing him excitedly.

The bearded man was completely taken aback; he hadn't expected to actually be rescued in such a situation...

At the same time, the unfocused pupils of the surrounding crowd suddenly regained their focus.

"Huh? Is the voting over?"

In reality, not many people really cared about Suktiris's fate, since it wasn't really their concern.

"Then, Lady Aglaia," someone suddenly asked.

"What do you intend to do with those foreigners?"

Aglaia looked around at everyone.

"The fate of the Gentiles is not in the hands of me and the Senate, but in the hands of you citizens."

"If you are willing to help them, then lend a helping hand in a practical way."

"If you oppose them, say it to their face."

"Even without being connected by gold thread, expressing one's feelings is by no means difficult."

“Just like this old man.” Aglaia looked at Suktiris.

“His attitude was very clear, and his actions did have an impact.”

"Some people benefit from this, while others are disappointed..."

“If every citizen could be like him, then in the clash of wisdom and will, a clear path would eventually emerge.”

Thus, the court hearing slowly came to an end amidst this farce.

The citizens in the square all left, and people, still reflecting on what had just happened, returned to their daily lives without giving it much thought.

Where should this city go?

In fact, these citizens were unaware of and had no control over the outcome.

But at least they always believed there would be a tomorrow.

……

That night.

sunny.

Yan Huan pulled up the balcony door, and the bathhouse gradually became dark.

Lying on the soft, big bed, I felt incredibly comfortable.

"Ah, sleeping in a bed is definitely more comfortable... sleeping in a recliner is really uncomfortable."

"You should rest too," Dan Heng said helplessly.

"Without the replenishment of the star core, your body has limited energy, so it's best not to act recklessly anymore."

"Just leading others around to teleport has consumed a lot of energy."

"You even have to maintain the seal on Nicardi..."

The implication is that Yan Huan shouldn't pretend like she does when using her clone, just like she does when she uses her real body.

"What's the big deal? I have a feeling the real enemy is still far away."

Yan Huan leaned against the bed frame, completely unconcerned.

"So far, I haven't found any connection between Onpharos and [memory], though that Titan of Time is somewhat similar."

"And [intelligence], there's absolutely no clue about that."

Before coming here, Black Swan had mentioned these two destinies.

But as Yan Huan and Dan Heng explore, putting aside [memory] for now, where is [intelligence] manifested?

"Danheng, do you think it's possible... that the entire Onfaros is actually a huge testing ground?"

Yan Huan looked at Dan Heng and analyzed:

"The Golden Blood were experimental subjects, and so were the Titans."

"The crisis in Onfaros is a simulation game, just like a simulation of the universe."

"Otherwise, judging from the current situation, everything here seems to have nothing to do with [intellectual knowledge]."

"..."

Danheng's bed was to Yan Huan's left, and he was also lying in bed, looking worried.

People here only talk about Titans, not destiny.

Even if you ask, you won't get a clear answer.

We can only take it one step at a time...

Just as the two were pondering, someone suddenly pushed open the door of the bathhouse.

Yan Huan looked up and couldn't help but complain:

"What kind of door is this... It feels like there's absolutely no privacy."

"Mr. Yan Huan, it's me."

The figure of Xia Die came into their view.

She walked into the bathhouse and slowly closed the door.

"I heard that Mr. Yan Huan encountered some misfortune today, so I came to visit him."

"Huh? When did this happen...?"

Yan Huan scratched her head, somewhat puzzled.

Dan Heng reminded him, "Wheelchair..."

"Oh, oh, oh! That..." Yan Huan immediately realized.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury, nothing to worry about."

"really?"

The butterfly slowly stepped forward.

She walked to the bedside, straightened her clothes, and sat down gently.

"?" Yan Huan looked bewildered as Xia Die sat down on her bed.

"Please let me examine you," Xia Die said, looking at him.

"You're checking?"

"You can't turn it off passively, so why are you the one chosen for inspection?"

"It's alright, your body is special..."

After Xia Die's examination, she found that Yan Huan was perfectly fine.

The knife marks and blood that people had seen at the time were all gone, and his skin was as new and elastic as a baby's.

"Was Mr. Yan Huan really faking illness today at Place de la Cerfal?" Xia Die asked.

"Otherwise what?" Yan Huan was somewhat speechless.

“That old man is a good person, and besides, we helped rescue the refugees together. How could we just abandon him?”

"I see." Xia Die nodded slightly.

"I fully support what you've done."

"But if it were me, I'd probably just agree to Aglaia's compromise and wouldn't have the courage to keep trying..."

Chapter 1220 This Broken Place Again

After a full night's rest.

Danheng was the first to wake up, and opened his eyes to look at the dimly lit bathing palace.

There is no day or night here, and even Dan Heng has lost track of time.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the bed next to him.

At this moment, Yan Huan and Xia Die were fast asleep under the same blanket.

"..."

Seeing that Xia Die hadn't gotten up yet, it meant it was still early.

Today is the day to seek a solution to the Nicardi immortality curse.

Danheng got up, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and folded the quilt neatly.

Seeing that the two were still asleep, he went to the balcony and opened the specially made blackout door.

The bright sunlight shone into the bathhouse and fell on Yan Huan's face.

"?!"