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

Otherwise, given the strength and speed he is displaying now, they would never have been able to "repel" him so easily!

"Hand over the fire," Caiuslan's icy voice echoed like a ghost against her back, "I don't want to say it a second time."

When?! Serifi's alarm bells instantly spiked to their peak, and immense fear gripped her! Without thinking, she activated her "Trickery" power at full speed, attempting to escape from the spot once more!

However, we were still a step too late!

Just as her figure began to blur and was about to disappear completely, Caiuslana's hand, as if anticipating her movements, grazed her lower back with incredible speed before she could escape completely.

Sai Fei'er, who was running away with all her might, felt something hit her waist hard. Her gathered divine power froze for a moment, and she lost her balance!

"Ugh—!"

She let out a short scream, rolled around in a mess, and finally crashed heavily onto the cold, dusty ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Hmph—" Sai Fei'er groaned, as if by fate, she fell right in front of a door that led to an unknown destination.

Caislana stood still, holding in his hand the small, wallet-like ornament he had taken from Saifei's waist. He didn't even glance at Saifei lying on the ground, but simply exerted a slight force with one hand.

A soft sound, like a bubble bursting. The power of "Trickery" was forcibly stripped of its disguise. The trinket flashed in his hand, quickly deformed, expanded, and finally reverted to the nine Titan Flames radiating various colors!

In the end, the flame still fell into his hands.

Moreover... from the moment he broke through Ohma's defenses to the moment he obtained all the fire seeds, the entire process took less than a minute. The efficiency was simply despair-inducing.

Caislan's icy gaze shifted slightly, looking in another direction from the Holy City—the location of the "Years" spark. Time seemed sufficient for him to carry out one last "harvest."

"Cough cough cough..." On the other side, Sai Feier supported her body with her trembling arms and struggled to stand up from the ground again.

Her clumsy fall had left her clothes covered in dust, and her arms, knees, and other areas were covered in scrapes and abrasions, with streaks of golden blood seeping from the wounds.

But at this moment, her gaze was sharper and more determined than ever before.

"You..." she gritted her teeth, her voice hoarse with pain and anger, "Don't think you can leave with the fire so easily!"

“…Demigod, the gap between us is so obvious, why don’t you choose to run away?” Caislana gripped the ember and the broken sword in his hand.

Saifeier took a deep breath and adopted an extremely standard starting posture.

Golden lightning began to crackle around her, converging into an increasingly dazzling halo.

"Because!" She enunciated each word clearly, her voice resolute and filled with a do-or-die determination, "I, Sai Feier, have never run away from home in my entire life!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already transformed into a golden lightning bolt that tore through the sky. No longer roundabout, no longer deceptive, but in the most direct way, she rushed straight towards Caislana, who was standing still!

Because Saifeier was relentlessly pursuing him with an almost desperate attitude, Caislana ultimately failed to find an opportunity to seize the last "Years" flame kept by Mimi.

Just as he clashed with the golden lightning that Saifeier had transformed into again, forcing her back and causing her to lean heavily against the broken wall, panting from exhaustion.

He keenly sensed that several powerful and familiar auras suddenly appeared in the core area of ​​Ohma—the demigods who had rushed back from the center of the cosmic vortex.

It was time to leave. He made the decision immediately. His gaze swept over the demigod Sefaria, who was not far away, pale-faced from exhaustion but still stubbornly staring at him.

The broken sword in his hand twitched slightly, then fell silent. Taking his life now would have been effortless, but… it wasn't necessary. He ultimately didn't deliver the final blow.

"Sefaria!"

Aglaia was the first to arrive at the ruins of the Altar of the Negative World. She immediately saw Saifeier leaning against the wall, her breath weak and covered in golden blood. Her usual gentleness was instantly overwhelmed by shock and anger.

Those eyes, which always held a poetic and gentle quality, were now burning with icy fury.

"Om-!"

Without a word, hundreds of golden threads, gleaming with a sharp, cold light, appeared out of thin air, like living venomous snakes, instantly weaving a web of death around Caislan!

Immediately afterwards, one by one, the "clothing craftsmen" wielding needles and swords, following the trail of gold threads, launched a fierce attack on the black-robed figure from all directions like a torrential rain, carrying the extreme anger of "romance" being desecrated!

"You damned executioner!" Aglaia's voice was filled with tearing pain; her anger could only be vented through sharp words!

Almost simultaneously, Hazel appeared not far away. Her face was ashen, and the space above the altar was suddenly torn open like the surface of water. A colossal abyssal whale, large enough to obscure the view, let out a long, soul-shaking whale song and crashed down on Kauslan with the force to crush everything!

Although Krydella did not immediately make a move, her cold eyes had already locked onto Caislana. Then, a pale blue, cold flame silently rose from the ground beneath his feet—the Flame of Judgment of the Law—quietly sealing off all his escape routes on the ground.

Chapter 238 The Past.

The three demigods' furious attack instantly placed Caislana at the center of a destructive storm!

However, faced with this siege that could annihilate any powerful enemy, Caislan simply glanced around indifferently.

He had largely achieved his goal. Ten of the twelve Titan Seeds were now firmly under his control. The rest were no longer necessary at this moment.

He let out a cold, ambiguous snort. The broken longsword in his hand rose, and he seemingly casually swung it forward—

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a deeper and purer "destruction," like spreading black ripples, silently blooming around him.

The golden threads and the tailor that came at him melted away like ice and snow under the sun the moment they touched the black tide.

The enormous abyssal whale seemed to have crashed into an invisible void; its massive body was rapidly swallowed and disintegrated, without even a ripple being made.

Even the pale blue flames of law beneath their feet flickered and dimmed as the black tide swept past, like candlelight being blown out.

With a single strike, he effortlessly devoured and annihilated all the incoming attacks!

Then, behind him, a portal with twisted edges silently opened.

If he wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

Caislan's icy gaze swept over the group one last time, who were on high alert but couldn't hide their fear. It finally landed on Saifeier, who was leaning against the wall, still panting.

A voice devoid of any emotion clearly reached the ears of everyone present:

"Let's end this pointless entanglement."

"Of the twelve seeds of fire, I have obtained ten."

"Time is hidden in the smallest things, while the sky hangs high above the world."

"We want to reclaim the flame and end this disgusting cycle..."

"Let's go to 'Eyes of Dawn and Dusk'—"

"Face...the ultimate truth."

The echo reverberated through the ruins as Caiuslana took a step back, completely merging into the distorted portal.

The door slammed shut in an instant, leaving behind only devastation and an invitation—

He invited them to the ancient battlefield where the Sky Clan fought a bloody battle, the "Eye of Dawn and Dusk," where Onpharos's fate took its first turn, to unveil the final veil covering Onpharos's history.

In the first cycle after the start of Eternal Return, a small incident actually occurred.

Ohma was sunny and bright back then.

“Xiao Lian, we suddenly thought of something.” Ti Bao’s voice, with a childlike earnestness, broke the afternoon’s tranquility.

Tibo, Tian, ​​and Tining—three similar yet distinct "Tirispius"—like three little animals seeking warmth, huddled together beside Xilian and gently rested their heads on her lap.

"What is it? Teacher Tibao, Teacher Tian, ​​Teacher Tining." Xi Lian put down the book she was reading, a gentle smile curving her lips, her fingers naturally running through Tibao's bright red short hair, gently stroking it.

“Hmm…” Tibo squinted her eyes contentedly, then tilted her head back and asked curiously, “You all say that Onpharos’s ‘re-creation’ is a massive cycle, and everything will start anew after it ends. So we want to know, in the last cycle, what was ‘Tilisipeius’ like? Was she the same as *us*?”

"The previous cycle..." Xi Lian's gaze drifted into the distance, as if retrieving settled memories. She spoke slowly, in the tone of an ancient fairy tale.

"Teacher Tibo, you are also a guiding light for the Golden Generation, a teacher whom everyone respects..."

She recounted in detail her experiences in her previous life as Tirispius, those daily routines and duties that were not fundamentally different from her present life.

"So there's no difference after all," Tian said, sitting up straight from Xi Lian's lap with some disappointment, waving her little fists and looking on with exaggerated anticipation.

"Tian thought he was going to hear about how he could take down any of the most terrifying Black Tide creations with a single punch, like a super omega!"

“Tian,” Tining spoke quietly, gently straightening her wrinkled skirt, “No matter how many cycles of reincarnation there are, the ‘Tirisippius’ in each cycle is still essentially ‘Tirisippius’. Therefore, there will never be a ‘One Punch to Tian’.”

"Uh...not necessarily?" Tibo tilted her head in thought, gently swatting away Xilian's fingers that had been secretly pinching her cheek again.

"If there are enough cycles, so many that they are as numerous as the stars in the sky... there will always be one or two cycles where some... well, a little different 'Tiricipios' will appear, right? Statistically speaking, this possibility exists."

"So... there really might be a 'One-Punch Tian' that can protect everyone?" Tian's eyes immediately lit up.

But that excited light lasted only a moment before quickly fading. "Tian is very interested. It's just a pity... we'll probably never see those 'different versions of ourselves' again."

Looking at the three little ones whose mood had instantly plummeted, Xi Lian felt a pang of tenderness in her heart.

She recalled some of the things she had tried and succeeded in recently, as she gained a deeper understanding and mastery of the power of "memory."

A bold, slightly adventurous idea gradually took shape in her mind. She pondered for a moment, a resolute glint in her azure eyes, and softly spoke:

"Hmm... I may not be able to let you see with your own eyes what the 'Tirithippius' will look like in future reincarnations, but..."

She paused, meeting three pairs of expectant eyes that instantly focused on her. "Perhaps... I can let you leave them a message."

"Leave a message?" Tibao blinked, reacting first. "Xiao Lian, you mean... you're going to help us pass on a message to our future selves? This... wouldn't this be too much trouble for you?" Her tone was filled with joy, but even more so with concern for Xi Lian.

"It might not be me personally delivering the message," Xi Lian smiled, trying to lighten the mood. She carefully chose her words, after all, explaining memory matter, data storage, and the rules of the world to those with minds as pure as children was quite difficult.

“I’ve recently learned some… well… rather special, little tricks for preserving information. Perhaps I could try storing a short sentence outside of the cycle of reincarnation… in a place that won’t be affected by the world’s reset.”

"Hmm?..." Tian's little brain tried hard to understand, "It's about carving what you want to say on a stone, and then waiting for *us* in the next reincarnation to see it? That sounds so interesting!"

She immediately perked up, as if afraid that Xi Lian would change her mind, and directly stuffed her soft little face into Xi Lian's palm, then looked at her expectantly.

Chapter 239: Words Engraved Behind the Sky.

"As the previous self in the cycle of reincarnation, leaving a message for the future self?" Tining repeated softly, a rare ripple appearing on her usually calm face, and a curious light also shone beneath her eye mask.

At that time, Xi Lian's innocence had not yet been worn away by countless reincarnations. She was still attracted to these wonderful and romantic ideas in the world and was willing to work hard for them.

Seeing the three little ones' eyes light up instantly, she felt that her impulsive suggestion was absolutely worthwhile.

"Hmm," Xi Lian nodded with a smile, her eyes sparkling, "It sounds like... an incredibly romantic thing, doesn't it?"

So, at a time when no one was aware of it, Xi Lian secretly led Ti Bao, Tian, ​​and Tin to the place closest to the Sky Curtain of Onpharos—"The Eye of Dawn and Dusk".

Here, the sky seems within reach, and the light membrane that holds the world together flows slowly overhead, radiating a soft halo.

"Little Lian, is this the 'big rock' we're going to carve words on later?" Tian looked up at the vast sky and asked innocently and earnestly.

“Calling it ‘engraving’… isn’t quite accurate,” Xi Lian said, gazing up at the sky. “It’s more like… carefully hiding a sentence on the ‘back’ of the sky? In a very, very safe place.”

She tried to find a metaphor that the Tibbos could understand, since she couldn't explain to them in detail how memory matter carries and solidifies a piece of information, and how, because it doesn't belong to the native data system of the Onpharos world, it was fortunately considered "redundant" and preserved under the formatting power of the "re-creation" process.

"Then Tian needs to think carefully about how many people she wants to leave messages for!" Tian immediately started excitedly counting on her fingers, "One message from Tian, ​​one message from Ti Bao, one message from Ti Ning..."

“Tian,” Tinning reminded softly, but her tone was serious and unquestionable, “Don’t forget, there’s also Tison, Txuan, Tmo…” She counted the names of her other sisters. In her heart, all the “Tie”s were a whole, and none of them could be missing.

"Of course Tian knows!" Tian said, hands on her hips, her little face puffed out. "Tian is just counting on her fingers how many sentences she needs to leave!"

"Uh...sorry, Teacher Tian." Just then, Xi Lian interrupted their excited planning with an apologetic tone. She explained helplessly:

"One-time... we can't leave too much information outside of Onpharos. It's like throwing a stone into a calm lake; a small stone won't create noticeable ripples, but if you suddenly throw in a large one..."

"Too much and too complex information will be identified as redundant garbage by the 'scepter system' that keeps this world running, and then... deleted."

"Ah? Is that so..." Tian's tone was instantly filled with disappointment. She looked at her fingers, which she hadn't even counted yet, then at Tibao and Tining beside her, and at the smiling faces of her other sisters that appeared in her mind. Her little face was filled with a dilemma that was hard to make.

“It’s alright, Xiao Lian,” Ti Bao, being the most mature one, immediately showed her thoughtfulness and sense of the bigger picture.

She gently patted the dejected Tian to comfort her, then turned to Xilian, who looked apologetic, and said in her gentle yet firm voice, "Just keep one. One message that belongs to all 'Tirisippius' is enough."

Her gaze swept over Tian and Tianning, finally meeting Xilian's eyes: "After all, no matter how many times we reincarnate, *we*... will always be Tirispeius."

Only after Xi Lian carefully transformed Tibo and the others' words, which embodied the sentiments of all the "Tirisippis," into the most ordinary message and gently "imprinted" it on the back of Onpharos's canopy did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Tian tilted her little face up, gazing at the seemingly unchanging sky, blinked her big eyes, and asked a very practical question:

"Little Lian, if... if in the next reincarnation we come here like *us*, how will they see the secrets *we* left for ourselves?"

Upon hearing this, Xi Lian pondered for a moment. Indeed, if this information were exposed without any protection, it could be disastrous if it were accidentally read by some unrelated person.

A glint of inspiration flashed in her azure eyes; she had an idea. "Hmm... let's add a little 'lock' to it."

Xi Lian gently tapped her chin with her fingertip and explained, "Only those who possess a specific 'key' can read this information. Hmm... how about setting this 'key' as the spark of the 'path'?"

"Only those who will carry the 'Path' spark in the future will be able to hear your messages across reincarnation here. This setup is both safe and carries a romantic sense of destiny."

“That’s good,” Tibo nodded, satisfied with the arrangement. This way, the information wouldn’t be easily leaked, and it would be ensured that it would ultimately reach “our own people.”

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, her eyes, shining brightly beneath her short red hair, held a spreading, beautiful anticipation, and she asked Xi Lian again:

“Xiao Lian, since those who wield the power of the ‘Gateway’ can leave their mark behind this sky... then... what about the others? Can the other Golden Descendants also leave some words for their future selves here?”

Xi Lian paused slightly at the question. She had only thought about fulfilling Ti Bao and the others' wishes and hadn't given much thought to the universality of this ability.

She calmed herself down again, carefully sensing the limits of the space behind the sky.