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

“I know you want me to take a different path, relying on someone from beyond the heavens. But…”

His gaze refocused, filled with an unwavering determination.

"But the burden of Onphalus’s salvation should not, and must not, fall on the shoulders of any 'passerby'—no matter what good intentions they may have."

"Because it is unfair to them, who have their own starry sky and journey; it is also unfair to Onphalus, our destiny should be shaped by our own hands."

“I will save Onphalus. In my own way. Because… only those who are truly born here, raised here, and love here can bear the responsibility of leading it into the future.”

On the other side, at the heart of the primordial vortex.

When Xia guided everyone through the last barrier of spiritual light, which rippled like water, following the method she had learned, the sight before them made everyone present hold their breath.

This was not the underground altar constructed of rock that they had imagined. Instead, it was a boundless, strange space, as if one were inside a sea of ​​stars.

Thousands of stars slowly rotated overhead and around them. In the center of the space, suspended in the air, was a water altar similar to the one they had seen deep within the River Styx, but even larger.

The interior of the water tank seems to contain a miniature, breathing starry sky.

"Is this the legendary...Creation Vortex?" Heather's voice trembled slightly. She took a few steps forward involuntarily, her slender fingers gently stroking the cool surface of the water jar.

The ancient patterns and flowing runes engraved on it gave her an indescribable sense of familiarity, a feeling that came from the depths of her bloodline—the aura of the "ocean".

Aglaia's eyes, which always held wisdom and poetry, widened as her gaze was drawn to the starlight curtain that spread out like a dome directly above the water jar.

On the screen, twelve Titan symbols, each radiating a different shape and light, are slowly revealed.

Her voice was barely a whisper, filled with unbelievable shock: "'Earth Beast's' speculation... was it really true? There really is such a place, a... final altar specifically for gathering and submitting all Titan sparks? We... were deceived?"

All the Golden Descendants present were speechless as they gazed at this unimaginable scene, which was directly connected to the origin of the world.

An atmosphere of awe and bewilderment permeated the air.

Suddenly—Tibo seemed to receive a message from someone.

"Aya! Something terrible has happened! The Holy City... the Holy City...!" She suddenly raised her head, her usually lively voice now filled with unprecedented panic and fear.

“Master, don’t panic too much, speak slowly…” Aglaia instinctively reached out her hand, wanting to soothe Tibo, who was clearly in a state of extreme anxiety, and help her calm down and narrate.

However, before she could finish her comforting words, her usually gentle face instantly lost all color.

Agrea's heart jolted violently, as if someone had pierced it with an ice pick! Because... the protective golden thread surrounding the Holy City had snapped!

"Hmm? 'Golden Weave'? 'Destiny'? What's wrong with you two?" Crydella keenly noticed the two's unusual behavior. Her petite body tensed instantly, and the majesty of "Caesar" naturally emanated from her. She frowned as she looked at Aglaia and Tibo, whose faces were pale.

Tibo and Aglaia quickly exchanged a glance, both seeing the same shock and confirmation in each other's eyes.

Without needing further words, the two spoke in unison the news that sank everyone's hearts to the bottom:

"The holy city of Ohmma has been attacked!!!"

Not long ago, in a quiet and tidy hospital room in the holy city of Ohmma.

Feng Jin carefully carried a bowl of freshly brewed herbal soup, which exuded a bitter taste and a faint herbal fragrance, and gently pushed open the door.

On her sickbed, Seneos, the most prestigious patriarch of the Sky Clan, sat half-reclined against soft pillows. Surprisingly, she looked much better than before.

Chapter 235: Only people themselves can determine the fate of the world.

Outside the window, the golden light emanating from the dawn machine shone through the glass, gently illuminating her profile and giving her a healthy blush. This made the old woman, who was said to be nearing the end of her life, not look like she was about to burn out.

“Ancestor…it’s time to take your medicine.” Feng Jin walked to the bedside, her voice gentle, her eyes filled with heartfelt respect and concern. She gently handed the medicine bowl to him.

"Cough...cough cough. It's Little Violet," Seneos slowly turned her head, revealing a gentle yet weary smile.

"These past few days, you've really gone to great lengths to treat my old bones. But I know my own body, I'm afraid..."

Her words carried a detached air of worldly wisdom, but when she looked up and clearly saw the genuine worry and expectation in Feng Jin's clear eyes, she hesitated and swallowed back the words about "not having much time left."

To not disappoint the child's sincere heart, Seneos sighed softly and finally reached out to take the warm medicine bowl.

She didn't say anything more, but simply drank the dark medicine in the bowl in one gulp.

After drinking the medicine soup brought by the girl, Seneos slowly placed the bowl back on the low table by the bedside, the bottom of the bowl making a slight tapping sound as it touched the wooden tabletop.

She looked into Feng Jin's hopeful eyes, her voice aged yet unusually clear:

“Child, I understand your feelings better than anyone else. But I also know better than anyone else about the decay of this body… My life is indeed coming to an end.”

"Ancestor, please don't think that way!" Feng Jin immediately retorted, taking a deep breath, her tone as firm as a rock.

"You will definitely get better. Please believe me, I am one of the most outstanding doctors in Ohmmar, and I will find a way to cure you no matter what."

Even if the patient has accepted their fate, as a doctor, Feng Jin will never easily give up any hope.

Seneos did not continue arguing with her, but a complex and gentle smile appeared on her wrinkled face.

She raised her hand and gently beckoned to Feng Jin, a gesture filled with the loving kindness of an elder. "Come here, come closer, child. Don't stand so far away, talk to me, okay?"

“Ancestor, I am here, I have always been here.” Feng Jin obediently sat on the chair by the bed, leaning forward slightly as if to listen.

Senius closed her eyes slightly, as if recalling an incredibly vivid dream; her voice became somewhat incoherent, carrying a dreamlike, ethereal quality:

“Little Violet… Just last night, I had a very, very long dream. In the dream, the trajectory of history took a different turn… I did not choose to lead my people out of the desperate situation of the ‘Eye of Dawn and Dusk’ to seek migration and coexistence… Instead, I raised the banner of rebellion, pointing the tip of my spear at the god who dwells high in the sky and holds our destiny in his hands—the Titan of the ‘Sky,’ Aegler.”

"Hmm," Feng Jin chuckled softly upon hearing this, attempting to dispel the overly heavy assumption with a lighthearted tone.

"I never imagined that someone as majestic as our ancestor once harbored such a... magnificent heroic dream deep within his heart? A rebellious hero battling against the gods? That doesn't sound like your usual self. And then? What happened next in this dream?"

Senius's breathing quickened, and her voice rose with an intense, immersive emotion: "I dreamt... that we succeeded. We truly overthrew the rule of the gods, and ripped Aegler from the throne in the sky. But... but when the epic of the rebels was sung by the world, when the hymns resounded through the heavens, I discovered... that I myself had become the new god."

Her voice was filled with nightmarish fear and self-reproach: "People worship me as fervently as they once worshipped Aegler, and I... just as Aegler once did, began to impose harsh laws and merciless persecution on my people."

“No… In fact, what I did was even more terrible and extreme than what Aigle did. In order to maintain the so-called ‘order’ and ‘faith,’ I…” Her emotions became more and more agitated, and she even straightened her body involuntarily.

"Alright, alright, Ancestor," Feng Jin quickly reached out and gently patted Seneos's back, trying to soothe her agitated emotions.

"That was just a dream, a nightmare that was too realistic. You see, in reality, you never chose the path of subversion and conquest."

"You chose a more difficult, but also greater, path—you bridged the generations of blood feuds and conflicts between the People of Light and the People of Rain, and reunited the shattered Sky Clan."

"And ultimately, it was you who led our people to successfully escape Aegler's control, winning us freedom and dignity to live in Ohma. You are a true hero, the savior of the Sky Clan, and certainly not some new tyrant..."

But before Feng Jin could finish her comforting words, she was interrupted by a sudden commotion outside the ward.

The cacophony of voices and panicked shouts grew louder as they approached, like pebbles thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples of chaos.

Outside the window, people seemed to have witnessed something extremely horrifying, and bursts of uncontrollable screams were constantly coming from outside.

“Ancestor, please rest well. I’ll go see what’s happening outside.” Feng Jin immediately stood up, her face filled with worry and a sense of urgency stemming from her duty.

Just as her fingers were about to touch the doorknob of the ward, preparing to leave—

A very clear call came from behind her, and she was suddenly stopped.

“Ancestor?” Feng Jin turned around in confusion, looking at Seneos, who suddenly appeared unusually calm on the sickbed.

The old man's eyes were now astonishingly sharp, as if the once invincible Yang Lei Knight had returned to this place. With all her might, she etched her words, one by one, into Feng Jin's heart:

“Child, people are always accustomed to weaving history into what they can understand through epic tales of heroes and divine pronouncements.”

“But… Little Wind Violet, you must remember that the ones who truly need to write the future of Onpharos and bear the fate of this world… have always been the people living on this land.”

She was slightly out of breath when she uttered her final statement:

"Such a huge responsibility should never be borne by any one of Onpharos. It would be too painful, whether that person is a hero, a demigod, a Titan... or anything else."

Chapter 236 The Holy City Under Attack

The attack happened too suddenly.

A jet-black, broken sword, as easily as piercing through a thin veil, pierced through the dazzling net woven from "romance" above Ohmma.

Wherever the sword touched, a series of dark red, square-shaped patterns made of black tide spread rapidly as if they had a life of their own, frantically eroding the shimmering golden threads.

Ohma's magnificent and sacred defensive network, under this ominous erosion, rapidly dimmed in light, and began to disintegrate and dissipate at a visible speed, like a spider web being burned away.

While most of the guards in the holy city were still looking up, stunned by the terrible sight in the sky and not yet fully able to react.

A black-robed figure, shrouded in an aura of intense heat and deathly stillness, appeared like a ghost deep within the Demigod Council—the place where the seeds of "Burning World" were kept.

Without testing or hesitation, Caiuslana raised the hilt of his sword.

A pure and extreme "destruction" spread out like an invisible tide, and all the protective measures, including the layers of barriers guarding the fire box, ancient runes, and physical locks, were silently annihilated and dissipated the moment they came into contact with this will.

He easily snatched the "Bloody World" flame, which exuded a chaotic aura, from the box.

"Enemy invasion! Sound the alarm!" The elite guards responsible for protecting this place were experienced and remained calm despite the alarm. The moment the barrier shattered, they sounded the piercing alarm, and the sharp sound instantly spread throughout the entire council area.

The captain of the guards roared and led the charge, his spear thrusting straight into the black-robed man's back, trying to stop him from taking away the fire, even if it was just to delay him for a moment!

However, Caislana didn't even glance back at the soldiers.

The moment he obtained the "Burning World" flame, his figure blurred as if merging into the shadows, and with an illogical speed, he broke straight through the soldiers' blockade.

Kauslana transformed into a black meteor, heading directly towards the most central and sacred place in Ohma—the Negative World Altar, which holds even more embers!

His goal from the very beginning was not just this spark...

"Notify the guard squad at the Negative World Altar! Repeat! Notify the guard squad at the Negative World Altar! The enemy's target is the fire on the Negative World Altar!" The captain's hoarse roar was mercilessly left behind as he walked away.

But all warnings and preparations seem pale and powerless in the face of absolute speed and power.

From the moment Caislana tore apart the "Romantic" web with his broken sword to the moment he descended like a shadow of death above the Negative World Altar, which had gathered the remaining nine Titan embers, the entire process took less than five seconds.

This amount of time is not even enough for the Holy City Guards stationed around the Altar of the Dead to complete the most basic battle assembly, let alone construct an effective defensive line.

Many guards had just picked up their weapons when they looked up and saw the ominous black-robed figure hovering above the slowly rotating flame.

But just as Caislan reached out, intending to seize all nine embers, and began to consider whether to also take the "Time" ember, which was kept by the little pink creature in another location within the city—

A voice, tinged with a hint of mockery and languor, suddenly rang out beside his right ear, so close it felt as if the speaker's lips were touching his earlobe:

"I said, you fire-stealing brat..." The voice carried a teasing, cat-and-mouse tone.

"You don't naively think you can just steal those precious treasures so easily, right in front of the demigod of 'Trickery,' do you?"

The sound came from the right, but... at the very instant the sound rang out, an exceptionally sharp whip kick struck him from the left without warning! The kick tore through the air, producing a sharp, explosive sound!

This is a classic feint, a trick that "deception" excels at, and a fatal blow that Sai Fei'er has carefully prepared.

However, Caiuslana dodged the attack with an almost prescient reaction speed.

A tattered corner of his robe was swept away by the wind and silently turned to ashes. But that was all.

Sai Fei'er's expression was slightly more serious than before, but the corners of her mouth still held that usual slight smile, as if she had everything under control. She spoke in a deliberately relaxed tone:

"What? Are you surprised that the demigod 'Trickery' is tasked with guarding the fire and preventing it from being stolen?"

Saifeier observed Caiuslana's movements warily and said slyly, "I say, we're actually quite similar. You like to steal fire, I like to steal treasures, and we both like to wear black clothes. We also do shady and unpopular things."

“In this glamorous holy city, we’re all ‘villains’ who aren’t exactly popular with the mainstream, right? Why don’t we sit down and have a chat? Maybe we’ll have a lot in common.”

"You're stalling for time... demigod." Caislana's voice came through the mask, cold and emotionless, directly exposing her intentions.

He didn't even bother with pointless maneuvering. With a swift movement, he transformed into a blurry black shadow and went straight for the nine floating flames on the altar! His speed was so fast that it almost exceeded the limits of visual perception.

However, the moment his fingertips touched the fiery entity radiating immense energy and firmly grasped it in his hand—a sudden change occurred!

Those few sparks of fire, imbued with the immense power of the Titans, twisted and deformed in his hands like a dream, finally turning into several ordinary, even slightly dusty, earthenware jars with a "poof".

The earthenware pot crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The real spark had long ago been replaced by Sai Fei'er through some unseen means!

“I’m telling you…” Sai Fei’er’s disdainful chuckle deepened, tinged with a smug satisfaction at her successful scheme, “Were you even listening to me? I’ve already said it before, trying to blatantly steal from me, a demigod of 'tricks' who excels at theft and deception, isn’t going to be that easy.”

However, beneath her seemingly relaxed exterior, alarm bells were blaring in her mind: 'This guy... how could he have snatched it so fast? I almost couldn't even see his movements clearly! If I hadn't switched the flame beforehand, I'm afraid...'

Chapter 237 Sai Feier: In my entire life, I have never run away from home!

Before Sai Fei'er could even fully process the thought, a cold, black sword tip appeared abruptly and without warning in front of her dilated pupils, as if it had broken through the limitations of space!

A deadly sense of crisis made Saifei's blood almost freeze! She relied entirely on an instinctive intuition for danger and a reaction speed beyond that of ordinary people to suddenly turn her head to the side!

A few strands of gray hair, severed by the sword's edge, along with half of the hood behind her head, drifted down silently.

Along with it splashed down, there were also a few drops of golden blood, like molten gold—the blood of a demigod.

Sai Fei'er's figure instantly appeared more than ten meters away. She raised her hand and gently touched the burning wound on her cheek, her fingertips stained with golden blood. At this moment, her heart was filled with a turbulent and solemn atmosphere.

She was 100% certain that when Ohma and the other demigods fought this so-called "Fire Thief" in the past, the other party had absolutely, positively held back and gone far too far!