The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　helpless.

　Bound by fate.

　You can't control the direction of your destiny.

　pain.

　Time and again, Xingmo saw himself unleashing his madness, flickering among the myriad phantoms reflected by the silver-white tree.

　Crazy.

　"Apart from this little bit of rationality, do you really have nothing...precious?"

　"Madman...

　wisdom..."

　"Precious things..."

　Have.

　Xingmo quickly located the location of the String of Destiny.

　It was the night of the Battle of the White Tower, when she played Destiny, pierced Cain, and kissed Aurora for the first time.

　the first time.

　Precious things.

　She longed to enter the White Tower; she wanted to see Aurora.

　The White Tower seems to be independent of time, like an anchor point, piercing the entire timeline.

　She stuck close to the silver-white giant tree and soon found a crazy liberation time point very close to the white tower.

　——The night of the invasion of the Hanging Garden and the fall of the Citadel.

　That night, Xingmo duelled with the Supreme Praiser and freed Madness.

　"boom!"

　With the six wings blooming, Xingmo and the Supreme Praiser fought to the death in the sky above the Academy.

　"To fall like your master... Such is your fate!"

　Golden divine bird, golden jackal.

　Howling starlight and expanding fireballs.

　"Pfft!"

　After a long battle, Xingmo swung his sword, and the blade tore through the jackal, destroying his form.

　Xingmo looked down at the Citadel, watching the body of the Supreme Praiser gradually turn into black mist and dissipate.

　She slowly raised her head and looked towards the String of Truth, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

　The next second, a strong attraction came over her, almost pulling her head down.

　Xingmo saw the white tower.

　"...finally..."

　She reached out her hand towards the White Tower with a trembling hand, and she could feel her sanity from that timeline reaching out and grabbing her wrist.

　But it is enough.

　As the golden stars and moon flickered, Xingmo's consciousness quickly peeled off from his body and flowed into the moonlight reflected on the surface of the white tower.

　After entering the White Tower, she stood in a corner, her consciousness transcending time, with the sun, moon and stars flowing.

　She waited until the Battle to Retake the White Tower.

　She saw the Golden King walk into the White Tower and saw him use the bones of the First Saint Arcadia to summon the projection of Cain.

　She saw the battle in the White Tower and saw Cain throw the magic spear, but the spear stopped in front of the golden full moon.

　She saw herself kissing Aurora.

　That was the first time she kissed Aurora.

　Xingmo stood silently in the shadows, gazing into the distance.

　Her madness finally calmed down a little at this moment, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

　"Little Ancestor..."

　Can she go back to that time?

　Can they...go back to that time?

　Xingmo watched the confrontation between herself and Cain like a bystander.

　She saw Yuechen appear, saw Yuechen detonate the long-sounding bell of the sea of ​​stars, and the string of fate vibrated like crazy.

　that's enough.

　Xing Mo stretched out his hand, and the golden star and moon were entangled with the strings of fate that were vibrating when the long-sounding star sea bell exploded.

　fate.

　Still missing life.

　Xing Mo did not leave the White Tower, but closed his eyes and let his consciousness flow forward.

　She had a hunch, she guessed it, some things were obvious, but she was just too stupid before.

　Everything is closed-loop and everything is done.

　closed loop.

　This time, Xing Mo did not leave the White Tower, but waited silently inside the White Tower.

　Waiting for the last chord of life.

　Time went back, and the displacement of the silver tree did not affect Xingmo's position. She stood quietly in front of the Painting Gate, waiting.

　Until that October.

　The October rain falls gently, accompanied by rippling green light.

　October Rain.

　An ancient god opened his eyes, and a heavy rain took his life.

　As the rain flowed, Xingmo heard the roar of Mentor Lucius and the blooming of the giant tree of rebirth.

　The string of life.

　The golden stars and moon flickered slightly, establishing a connection with the string of life.

　At this point, the Supreme Three Strings are complete.

　But Xingmo was in no hurry to leave.

　She couldn't leave, or rather, the door for her to leave had not yet been opened.

　But it’s about to start:

　“Click…Click…Click…Click…”

　The sound of footsteps came from the darkness, accompanied by a faint scent of flowers.

　Xingmo watched Perlis Havrgard walk down the stairs, their bloodshot eyes meeting golden ones.

　Xingmo always knew that on the night of the October Rain, Miss Perlis entered the White Tower and placed Miriam's soul inside.

　She was waiting for Pearlis.

　"Should I say I'm not surprised at all?" Perlis said calmly, "Your existence is very special in the timeline. If I'm not mistaken, Xingmo in front of me... is an angel from the future, right?"

　"Miss Perlis..." Xing Mo's voice was a little hoarse, "You know... it's always been quite..."

　"Not much actually."

　Perlis walked up to Xingmo and looked into her eyes.

　"But you'll tell me."

　"I guess you want to know...the origin of this world..."

　Xingmo pointed to the door behind him:

　"The Painted Gate. The Painter of the Strings you're looking for... or rather, His Anchor, is inside."

　Countless star symbols flashed in Xingmo's pupils. When Perlis saw the symbols, she immediately read the information contained in them.

　She sighed softly and said:

　"It's pretty much the same as I imagined. The breaking point is still... the red moon."

　Perlis gently held up her hand, a small golden sesame

　The bird flew towards the dome, that was Miriam's soul.

　She lowered her head and looked at Xingmo:

　"Is Aurora okay?"

　"I love her..." Xing Mo murmured softly, "For her, I can give everything..."

　"I can tell."

　Perlis looked at Xingmo's shattered spirit, saw the madness in her eyes that had not yet subsided, and sighed softly.

　"As long as Aurora is alright, there's no need to tell me more information. The more I know, the greater the impact Red Moon will have on me."

　"I need you to help me do something." Xingmo said softly.

　"what's up?"

　"Leave me a trace of... white flame," Xingmo whispered, "At this moment... I just prayed to you, and the qualification characteristics are still there..."

　"What are you going to do with it?" Perlis asked calmly.

　"It's about...time..." Xingmo said.

　"I understand."

　Perlis nodded, stretched out her fingertips, and a cluster of white flames ignited.

　"Since it's about time, I won't ask any more questions, but I can confirm that this will cause my intervention in this world to reach a critical point, and I won't be able to assist you for a while... Of course, I'm referring to the current timeline."

　“Indeed, I will…”

　Xingmo whispered, recalling her encounter with Miss Perlis in the Grand Plaza of St. Auros after the October Rain.

　She still remembered what Perlis had said at that time:

　"During the incident you call the October Rain, my interference with this world reached a critical point. According to your understanding, uh... the red moon is interfering with my projection."

　Yes, how could just entering the White Tower and deterring the invisible mist cause Perlis's interference to reach a critical value?

　Only by using white flames to tear open the time rift will this impact reach the critical value!

　This is exactly what Xingmo is going to do next!

　She will use white flames to "destroy" the boundaries of time, thereby leading the Supreme Three Strings that have been guided from three eras into the future!

　"Everything will go smoothly from now on. I will endure all the hardships and protect Aurora..."

　Xingmo looked at Perlis and said softly:

　"I swear."

　"it is good."

　Perlis nodded, turned and walked towards the stairs.

　Before leaving, she turned around and whispered:

　"You are very brave, Xiaomo."

　After saying that, she stepped onto the stairs and her figure gradually disappeared.

　After Perlis left completely, Xingmo reached out and grabbed the white flame.

　Feeling the power symbolizing destruction burning in his palm, Xing Mo opened his eyes and suddenly tore it apart—