Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"My master!" Wan Di exclaimed excitedly.

How could time have made you so ignorant!

"Haven't you seen it yet? The reason I'm bewildered is precisely your recklessness and impulsiveness, which are ingrained in your very bones."

Everyone wanted to become king, but Wan Di understood that leading his people back to their homeland was definitely not a good choice.

Suspended Peak City is already rotten and decayed, and will never have any life again.

“Krathrus,” Aglaia stepped forward, “Do you truly believe you are qualified to meddle in the trials and blaspheme the oracle?”

"Is the mission of us Golden Blood descendants something to be taken so lightly in your eyes?"

"..." Kratrus narrowed his eyes. "Want to know what you look like in the eyes of the Suspended Ones, Aglaia?"

"Hypocrite, ambitious schemer! The divine oracle of creation, the moth drawn to the flame—these are nothing but excuses you use to seize power!"

"Shut up, Kratrus!" Wan Di roared, "Do you know what you're saying?!"

“Of course I know,” Craterus said indignantly. “Are you going to defend this woman, Medemos?”

"Over the past millennium, how many wars have been ignited and how many city-states have been slaughtered in connection with her and the divine pronouncements they proclaimed?!"

"Even if the so-called creation myth really exists, will there be a place for the Suspended Edge people in the new world?"

"Have you finished speaking?" Aglaia asked expressionlessly.

"According to the agreement reached between the Golden Descendants and the Senate, those who trespass into the heart of creation need not be tried by the council; I can decide their fate myself."

"Clatrus, your actions are unforgivable, and I hereby pronounce your sentence..."

"Aya, wait a minute!" Tibo interrupted Aglaya, leading Tining.

“We…have a proposal,” Tibo said seriously. “Someone has to step forward and resolve this conflict between the city-states.”

Tining also echoed:

"Lord Kratrus did not harm us with violence. We can sense that his anxiety stems from his concern for the future of his people."

Tibo nodded. "Please, Aglaia, listen to our thoughts first."

"..."

"I am listening."

Under everyone's gaze, Tinin sincerely said to Kratrus:

"I apologize, Lord Clatrus."

"We spend all our time interpreting fragments of prophecy, neglecting those who are not favored by the oracle..."

"Your accusations, though harsh, are reasonable."

“We want you, and the trust of the Suspended Peak Clan.”

“I think the best way… is to take you to witness the source of the prophecy firsthand.”

Upon hearing this, Clatrus frowned and said:

How can you make me see something ethereal and intangible?

Tinning said calmly:

"You've already heard about that stranger, haven't you?"

"For some reason, he established contact with Oronis and was able to completely recreate the landscape of the past."

“We will ask for his help.”

"Tomorrow, in the Abyss of Fate, at the Temple of Janusapolis... Kratrus, we are willing to show you that ancient memory, without reservation."

"..."

Clatrus fell silent, and after a long while, he spoke hesitantly:

"You mean Mr. Yan Huan? Forgive my intrusion, but isn't he still seriously injured and unconscious...?"

The Golden Descendant's explanation to the citizens was that Yan Huan was seriously injured and needed to recover, without mentioning her return to the outer heavens.

"?" Tining was stunned for a moment, then remembered that Yan Huan had already exploded.

Without him, ordinary priests cannot recreate the past by communicating with the power of Oronis.

However... seeking help from Oronis himself could probably achieve a similar effect.

"Then we should seek the help of Oronis, in the name of the Gate, believing that she would be willing to help."

"..."

“That sounds fair,” Kratrus said thoughtfully. “I accept the offer.”

Aglaia said in a deep voice:

“But before that, you will be deprived of your freedom of movement. This is my bottom line, and there is absolutely no possibility of compromise.”

"Ha." Kratrus chuckled.

"This is not the first time I have been someone else's prisoner. Do as you please, demigod."

Wan Di looked at Kratrus, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"My Master...why would you go to such lengths?"

“I’m sorry, young master… I can’t endure it any longer,” Kratrus sighed.

“Ever since your father died, my people and I have been waiting for the opportunity to revive Suspended Peak.”

"We placed all our hopes on you, but we have yet to receive a response."

“The obsession with returning home has become the root of our people’s problems!” he said indignantly. “You are so wise, I don’t believe you can’t see the simple truth…”

“Crown Prince! You are so clear-headed, and that is why you are so lonely. The wise can only choose to succumb to worldly ways.”

“If you can truly lead your people to break free from this blood-stained fate, then prove it to me once again, Medemos.”

"Just like you did back then..."

Craterus's words silenced Wan Di.

He remembered what the late King Euriporn had once said to him.

That was also the late king's dying wish.

……

"What a valiant fighter... Even the weak Orgmar have such a hero."

"Fulfill the victor's duty, state your name, warrior! I demand from you a glorious death!"

In the blood-soaked center of the battlefield, Wan Di stepped on Euriporn's chest, pointing a sharp weapon at him, "Glory... what do you have to do with those two words?"

"Listen up! I am the leader of the Lone Vanguard Army, Medemos—!"

"—I've come to pierce your chest, Father!"

“…!” The elderly man’s pupils contracted sharply. “It’s you…you despised beast, you really refused to die.”

"The prophecy is true. My Xuanfeng Dynasty will ultimately end in your hands..."

"Refuse? You're wrong!" The former enemy raised his voice, coldly staring at the old king at his feet.

"It is death that fears me, and thanks to it, I have this body of steel."

"And you, you are already terminally ill!"

“Father, you are the one who cast me into the Sea of ​​Darkness, and you are also the one who attempted to enslave the Titans and desecrate the divine body…”

"Weak king! Even the most despicable hyena is a thousand times nobler than you!"

"And now, fate's revenge has come for you!"

Hearing the powerful words of his own flesh and blood, the aging king gave a bitter laugh:

"Then let's draw our swords!"

"Take my crown, crown me with the blood of the former king, and inherit everything... rightfully become the new king of Xuanfeng!"

"No." Wan Di exerted force with his legs, crushing the old king's chest.

"I don't want the crown, listen carefully—if the king with the hanging crown has only one destiny, then it means nothing to me...!"

"I only want your life!"

……

Inside the primordial vortex.

The Earth Beast patted Wan Di's face with the notice board.

Wan Di suddenly became aware of the situation.

"..."

Chapter 1294 How Can You Be Sure They Are Human?

"Suckling suckling..."

"Hey, here's a reward for you."

A piece of burnt, rotten meat was thrown onto Yan Huan's lap, still warm from being heated.

"Huh? Meat? Whole pieces of meat?"

Yan Huan, sitting in a wheelchair, curiously picked up the piece of meat and smelled it.

This piece of meat seems to have been sitting for a while after it was cooked, but judging from the smell, it was cooked with red wine and other seasonings...

In this godforsaken place, not only is there meat to eat, but there are also seasonings.

Rich people!

Yan Huan immediately turned around and asked Ren:

"This inner city is much better than the outer city. Look... I was given meat as soon as I came in."