Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece.

In the center of the platform, a giant, gilded bell stands majestically, with its hammer suspended in the middle. Below the bell, a blue square stone tablet rests quietly, its surface covered with dense ancient characters. Although the edges have been worn smooth by time, the characters are still clearly legible, and they are the very historical text that Robin is searching for.

Connor stood on tiptoe to look at the giant clock, covered her mouth with her little hand and exclaimed softly, "What a huge golden clock!"

Matsumoto Rangiku leaned against the edge of the platform, looking down at the surging sea of ​​clouds and laughed, "Even the bell is pure gold. This trip to the Sky Island has allowed me to see all the gold in my life."

Shiraha and Unohana Retsu stood beside the Poneglyph, their gazes calmly sweeping over the inscription, quietly waiting for Robin to interpret it.

Robin stood before the historical text and read it line by line, taking a long time to recover.

"This historical text records two crucial events."

Robin paused for a moment, then said, “First of all, it clearly records the true identity of Poseidon, the Sea King. He is not a weapon, but a mermaid with the ability to command sea kings. One of them is born every few hundred years and is one of the ancient weapons capable of overturning the world order.”

Upon hearing this, Matsumoto Rangiku raised an eyebrow, her joking expression fading: "Mermaids? To be able to command all sea kings, that power is far too terrifying in a sea full of oceans."

Retsu Unohana nodded slightly, a hint of understanding flashing in her eyes: "No wonder the World Government is willing to do anything to erase the Poneglyphs. Such power is enough to break the order they maintain."

If this were in Seireitei, Retsu Unohana recalled a battle with the Quincy of the Empire of Light. The old man's unbridled use of his power must have far surpassed the power of the so-called Ancient Weapons.

Robin continued to point to a small stele next to the inscription, where the handwriting style was completely different from the previous one, with wild and unrestrained strokes.

"At the end of the inscription, there is a message written in ancient script, written by Gol D. Roger."

"He actually knows ancient characters?"

Matsumoto Rangiku knew about the history of pirates, and naturally knew about the influence of the Pirate King on the sea.

Roger?

"It was him."

Robin nodded and softly read the message: "I came here to lead this message to its final destination."

"Like us, Roger deciphered the Poneglyphs. He traveled the Grand Line, collecting the information from the inscriptions scattered around the world, and finally brought them to the final island. He didn't take the gold or keep the secrets to himself; he just left behind this guidance."

Bai Yu leaned against the pillar of the Golden Bell: "The Void Century, Ancient Weapons, Laugh Tale, all the clues are connected. Shandora is not only protecting the gold and her homeland, but also the truth of the world being erased, which is the Poneglyphs."

The wind swept through the platform, lifting Robin's black hair. She looked down at the cloud-shrouded sky island below, and then at the boundless blue sea in the distance: "The Shandians are not protecting a piece of land, but the history entrusted to them by their ancestors."

"Does anyone want to ring the bell?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the curious Kanna rang the Golden Bell. The deep sound of the bell pierced through the clouds and resounded throughout the entire Sky Island.

The Sky Island soldiers and Shandian warriors who were withdrawing from the battlefield stopped and looked towards the depths of the Isle of God. The sound of the bell, spanning four hundred years, carried the promise between Calgra and Noland, Shandora's perseverance, and the truth of history to every corner of the clouds and the blue sea.

"This is...this is..."

Weber, lying on a makeshift stretcher, heard the bell and was extremely excited, though he had some guesses in his mind.

Bai Yu looked up at the blue sky at the end of the sea of ​​clouds, his tone calm: "The bell has rung, and Kulikai should have received it by now. We also understand the Poneglyphs. Next, we'll take some of the gold and leave..."

Chapter 124 The Golden Bell

The deep, resonant sound of the golden bell still echoed repeatedly among the clouds of the Sky Island, its aftershocks sweeping over the ruins of the God's Island, passing over the cloud streets of the Sky Island, and penetrating into everyone's ears.

The Shandian warriors on their evacuation route stopped in their tracks. Weber struggled to lift himself up from the stretcher. Hot tears welled in his cloudy eyes on his scarred face. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and he murmured hoarsely, "It's the Golden Bell... the Golden Bell that our ancestors guarded has rung... Four hundred years have passed, and we have finally waited for this day."

The Shandians around him knelt down, their rough hands stroking the Shandora totem carved on their chests. Some sobbed softly, while others roared to the sky, releasing all the pent-up perseverance and obsession they had suppressed for four hundred years with the sound of the bell.

For generations, they have guarded their homeland in the name of warriors, fighting against the rule of the Sky Island with their blood. From children to the elderly, each generation has been burdened with the mission of reclaiming Shandora and ringing the Golden Bell. Now, the bell tolls through the clouds, signifying that the historical text entrusted by their ancestors has been brought to light again, and the glory of Shandora is no longer buried in the dust.

Despite his injuries, Weber looked at the Sky Island leader who was also standing to the side. The two sides, who had once faced each other with their swords, were now shaken by the sound of the bell, and their weapons involuntarily fell to their sides.

Looking at the bewilderment and shock in the eyes of the Sky Island soldiers, Weber said in a deep voice, "What you heard is the Golden Bell of Shandora, the bell of the agreement made four hundred years ago by our ancestor, the great warrior Calgra, and the explorer Noland from Qinghai."

At this moment, the Skypiea leader listened calmly as Waver recounted history.

Weber slowly recounted the history sealed by time, beginning with a complete map of Jaya Island, recounting the Shandians' generations-long mission to protect Shandora, the catastrophe of the towering ocean currents lifting half the island into the sky, the enmity of the Sky Islanders who, after landing, regarded them as invaders and drove them from their homeland, and the countless people of his race who fell on the battlefield for the Isle of God over four hundred years, all to uphold the legacy of their ancestors.

What we are fighting for is not some so-called holy land, but the homeland that gave us birth and nurtured us, the indelible civilization of Shandora.

The warriors of the Sky Island were deeply shaken. From birth, they had been instilled with the idea that the Island of God was a sacred land bestowed by the gods, and that the Shandians were invading people who had desecrated the sacred land. Four hundred years of hatred were rooted in their blood, and no one had ever known this distorted past.

The Sky Island priest leading the group had a solemn expression. He stepped forward and bowed slightly to Waver: "Although you tried to reconcile our two sides more than a decade ago, we have never heard of this history. Our people have been kept in the dark about the truth. I will return to Angel Island immediately and report this matter to God in its entirety. Perhaps it is time for the four hundred years of war to end."

"That terrifying guy from Qinghai..."

An elderly Sandian elder, leaning on a cane, stepped forward, gazing at the top of the giant vine with eyes full of respect.

“He is by no means someone who suppresses disputes with force without reason. I guess he must have been entrusted by the descendants of Noland to cross the Qinghai Lake and climb to an altitude of 10,000 meters, just to fulfill the agreement made 400 years ago, to ring this golden bell and let the sound of Shandora spread throughout the world.”

The priests were deeply moved upon hearing this. The terrifying power that had just been able to crush everything was not meant for slaughter, but for quelling the flames of war and protecting history. Such magnanimity and strength made them feel no more hostility.

"I will explain the situation to the gods. The Shandians were the original inhabitants of this land. Now, the history of Shandora is part of the history of the Sky Islands. From this day forward, the Island of God will no longer be a battlefield for two sides to fight. We will protect this place together with you, protect the Golden Bell, and protect that past that should not be forgotten."

Beneath the sea of ​​clouds, on the coast of Jaya Island, Kulikai stood on a cliff, holding up binoculars and gazing at the clouds high in the sky. The sea breeze lifted his trench coat, and the hair at his temples danced in the wind.

Suddenly, a faint yet deep bell sound pierced through the clouds, traveled thousands of meters in the sky, and landed clearly in his ears. Kulikai's hand trembled violently, and the telescope nearly fell off the cliff. His eyes widened, his eyes instantly reddened, and his lips trembled, unable to utter a word for a long time.

It's the sound of the Golden Bell! The bell he's been searching for his entire life to clear his ancestor Noland's name!

Noland, the Liar, was executed by the kingdom four hundred years ago simply because the golden Shandora he spoke of was nothing but an absurd lie in the eyes of the world.

Kulikai, a descendant of Noland, spent half his life wandering the island of Jaya, digging every inch of its land, all to find evidence of Shandora's existence, to prove that Shandora was swept to the Sky Island by rising ocean currents, and to find the Sky Island so that his ancestor could be freed from the stigma of being a liar. And now, the bells bear witness: the Sky Island exists, Shandora exists, and Noland's four hundred years of injustice are finally washed away with this single tolling of the bells.

Kulikai slowly lowered his telescope, facing the direction of the Sky Island: "Ancestors, did you hear that...? The Golden Bell rang, you didn't lie, Shandora really exists, you're not a liar... no!"

He burst into laughter, his laughter tinged with the sobs he had suppressed for half his life, echoing along the coast of Jaya Island and resonating with the distant chimes of bells in the clouds.

"Big brother!"

The gorillas looked at the agitated Kulikai but didn't offer any words of comfort; this man didn't need them…

"Benevolence lies hidden beneath the thunder; stopping war with force and spreading faith with trust—this is the best outcome."

Bai Yu gazed at the end of the sea of ​​clouds, his tone still calm: "The bell tolls, the agreement is fulfilled, the clues to the Poneglyphs are clear, and the remaining gold, pick out some that are easy to carry and load them into the cart. It's a pity, it seems that the Devil Fruit I want to find is not here."

Bai Yu raised his hand and waved it lightly, signaling his companions to neatly store the counted gold.

In the end, this gold was worth a billion Berries, enough to last for a very long time.

Just as everyone was packing their bags and preparing to leave, a series of chaotic yet orderly footsteps came from below the vine-covered clouds.

Weber, supporting his still-healing wounds, walked at the head of the procession, aided by two young Shandian warriors, his unease and guilt barely concealed. Behind him were the Shandians; the elders leaned on their canes, while the warriors gripped their swords tightly at their waists, yet remained sheathed, their heads bowed, their faces filled with apology.

Walking alongside them were the priests and leaders of the Sky Island. The warriors of Angel Island put away their cloud shell weapons, folded their wings, and adopted a respectful posture, clearly having been intimidated by Bai Yu's power.

Bai Yu's invincible power had already instilled awe in them, causing them to change their attitude.

Chapter 125 The End

The two groups climbed the vines and stopped ten steps away from the Golden Bell. No one dared to speak first, as the powerful force that had just been able to tear everything apart was still etched into the bones of everyone.

If it weren't for the strongman from Qinghai holding back, Sky Island would probably be a scorched earth by now. They were the ones who started the war and swung their swords first, but were stopped by the other side, and at the same time, not many people were hurt. This disparity made the proud Shandian warriors and the Sky Islanders who considered themselves children of the gods unable to lift their heads.

The first to break the silence was Weber. He shook off the arm that was supporting him, and stood up straight with difficulty. His right hand, covered in scars, was pressed against the totem on his left chest. He bowed deeply to Bai Yu, his voice still hoarse but extremely solemn: "Strong warrior from Qinghai, we were blinded by four hundred years of hatred. We swung our swords at you without distinguishing right from wrong, almost breaking the promise of our ancestors, and almost tarnishing the glory of Shandora once again... We apologize to you for our recklessness and prejudice."

As soon as the words were spoken, all the Shandians bowed in unison, tapping their canes on the ground. The elder leader said, "Thank you, sir, for fulfilling the agreement between us Shandians and Noland!"

The Sky Island priest stepped forward, bowing respectfully as well, his white wings drooping at his sides. His tone was full of sincerity: "The people of the Island of God have been blinded by false history for too long, regarding the masters of their homeland as enemies. Four hundred years of war have all been caused by ignorance. Your power just now was both an awakening and a redemption. We have decided to set aside our past grievances with the Shandians and jointly protect this land. We have come here today, firstly to apologize for the unwarranted war we waged, and secondly... to earnestly request that you stay and witness our century-long reconciliation."

"witness?"

Bai Yu also knew that this witnessing ceremony was the end of four hundred years of hatred, and the beginning of the true integration of the Shandians and Sky Islanders of Shandora.

He paused for a moment, then nodded slightly, his tone still calm: "Okay."

The simple words brought a sense of relief to everyone present. Waver and the Skypiea leader straightened up at the same time, their eyes meeting. The murderous intent and hatred that had filled their eyes were now replaced by relief and peace.

The bells on the giant vines rang out, and the tense backs of the Shandians and Sky Islanders relaxed simultaneously. The resentment that had been building up for four hundred years was completely dissolved in peace at this moment.

Weber touched the shell in his hand, and with the chief's permission, he and Ganful turned around side by side and, surrounded by the crowd, led Bai Yu and his group toward the tribe hidden deep in the cloud sea and dense forest of Shandia.

The giant trees in the forest of the Shandian tribe have intertwined roots, and ancient Shandora totems are carved on the trunks and rock walls. The forest, which was once filled with the sounds of clashing weapons and shouts of battle, is now only filled with the sound of footsteps and the gentle wind.

The children of Shandia peeked out from behind tree trunks, curiously watching the Sky Islanders beside them who had folded their wings and no longer looked fierce. The wariness in their eyes gradually turned into confusion.

The angel girl from the Sky Island gently stroked the rattan cane in the old woman's hand, looking at the Shandora pattern etched with the marks of time. Her prejudice against the invaders had long since vanished with the truth.

The council square of Shandia is built against a giant tree, and in the center stands a stone tablet engraved with the silhouettes of Calgra and Noland, which is an ancestral relic worshipped by the tribe for generations.

On both sides of the square, Shandian warriors stood in neat rows, their weapons laid horizontally on the ground as a sign of non-aggression.

Ganford led the priests and the Angel Island guards, removing all their shell weapons and folding their white wings, facing the true masters of this land with the utmost humility.

Weber stepped onto the high platform in the plaza, took a smooth stone knife, and gently pricked his fingertip, letting a drop of blood fall into the stone vessel before the monument. His voice was powerful and resonant, echoing throughout the plaza: "Shandia people, generation after generation, have guarded Shandora. For four hundred years, we have fought for our homeland, for our ancestors, for our immortal civilization. Today, the Golden Bell tolls, the covenant is fulfilled, hatred is over, and grudges are dissolved! From this day forward, the Shandians and the people of Angel Island will jointly guard the Island of God, jointly protect the Golden Bell, and jointly inherit the history of Shandora and the Sky Island. There will be no more war, no more strife. Heaven and earth bear witness, and our ancestors are our witness!"

As soon as the words were spoken, all the Shandians shouted in unison, their roars echoing through the forest. It was no longer a war cry filled with hatred, but a feeling of relief and exhilaration at regaining their homeland and welcoming peace.

Ganful then stepped forward, dripping blood from his fingertip into a dish. As the god of the Sky Island and the leader of the Sky Island people, his tone was one of remorse and solemnity: "I am Ganful, the god of the Sky Island. I have led the people of the Sky Island for many years, but I have been deceived by false history, causing my people to regard the people of their homeland as enemies, which has sparked four hundred years of war and caused boundless slaughter. My faults are undeniable. From this day forward, the Sky Island will be renamed Shandora Sky Island. The Shandians are the rightful ancestors of this land. The people of Angel Island and the Shandians will be islanders together, sharing the fertile land of the clouds and sea, protecting the true history, and keeping the bell of the covenant. If we break this oath, we will be abandoned by heaven and earth and forever lose divine protection!"

Several priests stepped forward one by one to swear an oath by dripping their blood, and the Sky Island warriors knelt on one knee, bowing to the stone tablet and the Shandian people, thus completing an apology that spanned four hundred years.

After both sides finished swearing their oaths, Weber and Ganford turned around at the same time and walked towards Bai Yu, who was standing in the center of the square.

Bai Yu, dressed in a plain white robe, her sleeves fluttering in the wind of the sea of ​​clouds, became the most significant witness to this century-long reconciliation.

Weber held up a short blade inlaid with Shandora gold, while Ganful held up a badge crafted from the finest seashell. Together, they presented it to Bai Yu. Weber said in a deep voice, “Thanks to you, sir, for stopping the war with your supreme martial prowess and for keeping your promise with the resounding bell, fulfilling the aspirations of the Shandora people and facilitating the reconciliation between our two races. This blade carries the spirit of four hundred years of Shandian warriors, and this badge represents the highest respect of the Sky Island. We earnestly request that you accept it as a testament to the reconciliation between our two races and as a token of your eternal honor as a guest of Shandora Sky Island. In the future, if you ever visit the Sky Island again, whether in Shandora or Angel Island, you will be treated with the highest courtesy. Above the sea of ​​clouds, there will always be a place reserved for you.”

Bai Yu raised his hand and took the short blade and badge, his fingertips lightly touching the cool gem and the warm cloud shell. His tone remained calm: "The bell tolls as a sign, blood ties as an alliance. Today we reconcile, a promise etched in our hearts. May our two races live in harmony for generations to come, and may the glory of Shandora forever shine upon the sea of ​​clouds."

After saying this, Bai Yu placed the short blade and the badge together on the stone tablet, keeping them as a permanent token of witness.

In an instant, thunderous cheers erupted in the square. The elders of Shandia struck their ancient wooden drums, and the musicians of the Sky Island played their cloud-shell flutes, the joyful melodies intertwining with the chimes of bells in the clouds. Children held hands and danced around the stone monument, warriors embraced and laughed. Enemies who had once faced each other with swords drawn now stood side by side, sharing a ladle of clear spring water from the sea of ​​clouds. Four hundred years of estrangement and hatred vanished completely in the midst of laughter and joy.

Chapter 126 Farewell

Ganful looked at the harmonious crowd and said softly to Bai Yu, "Mr. Bai Yu, we will protect the history of the Island of God together with the Shandians. We will never allow anyone to damage it at will. The Golden Bell will also hang permanently on the top of the giant vine. On the anniversary of our ancestors' sacrifice, both races will ring the bell together, so that the sound of our agreement will forever resound in the sky ten thousand meters high."

Weber nodded in agreement, his eyes full of respect: "Thank you, sir, for fulfilling our long-cherished wish. As for the treasure of Shandora, apart from what is needed to protect civilization, you may dispose of the rest as you see fit. We only hope that you will often return to this sea of ​​clouds in the future and hear this golden bell that tolls for our promise."

Bai Yu nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the golden bell atop the giant vine. His companions had already neatly packed the counted gold into boxes. The wealth of one billion Berries was enough to support the long voyage ahead, but the Devil Fruit they had been searching for would ultimately remain out of reach.

The jubilation after the reconciliation continued, and the setting sun gilded the sea of ​​clouds, finally settling the four-hundred-year-old feud.

Ganfort repeatedly extended a warm invitation, insisting that Bai Yu and his group stay overnight on Angel Island. Waver and the elders of Shandia also tried to persuade them to stay. Unable to refuse their hospitality, Bai Yu nodded in agreement and went with them to Ganfort's home in Apayado, above the sea of ​​clouds.

The buildings of the Sky Island people are constructed from soft yet resilient marble. Some houses are scattered along the edge of the White Sea, with the sea of ​​clouds surging like cotton outside the windows. When the wind blows, it ripples out fine waves of clouds, which is completely different from the seascape of Qinghai.

Ganful ordered his men to prepare the unique cloud seafood and fruits of the Sky Island, the light wine brewed from cloud shells, and the roasted meat of the Shandians. The people of the two tribes sat together, and the former battles turned into laughter. Children darted among them, and the rattan ornaments of Shandians and the feather decorations of the Sky Island were arranged in a harmonious manner, creating a scene of unprecedented peace.

After several rounds of drinks, Ganful put down his cloud-shaped cup, looked at Baiyu, and slowly began to speak about the story beyond the ten thousand meters in the sky: "Speaking of which, Mr. Baiyu, perhaps you don't know, the Sky Island is never an isolated island. The White Sea and the White Sea above it, like the vast sea of ​​Qinghai, are air routes that connect the entire sky, linking dozens of floating islands of varying sizes, each with its own unique civilization and people."