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

"Reporting...reporting to Elder Bai Mo! It was...it was us who came of our own accord!"

"Oh?" Bai Mo noticed the boy's sharp-style clothing and softened his tone slightly, but remained serious.

He crouched down, bringing his line of sight to the little boy's, and asked earnestly:

"Soldiers of the Hanging Peak? Hmph, they look rather shrewd. So, 'soldiers,' tell me, why did you break the rules and risk coming here?"

The little boy was encouraged when he saw that Bai Mo didn't immediately chase them away and even called him "soldier." His eyes lit up.

“We…we heard from Grand Master Craftsman Hattonus that Elder Bai Mo had a very powerful new weapon forged by him! But because the war in Suspended Peak City came so urgently, you haven’t had time to retrieve it yet!”

He took a breath and continued, "When I heard that, I thought, how could you fight on the front lines without the most suitable weapon? That would be too much of a disadvantage!"

So I volunteered, and together with my friends, we managed to deliver this weapon to you! And you know what? It's definitely a weapon used by Elder Bai Mo! It's incredibly heavy! It took seven or eight of us a lot of effort to lift it!

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle. The children's innocent yet caring thoughts were like a warm current, slightly dispelling the gloom in his heart.

“Little fellow,” he shook his head with a smile, his tone softening completely, “you’re right! How can you fight a war without a good weapon? Thank you, this help came at just the right time.”

He reached out and easily took the long, heavy package that was incredibly heavy for the children.

The heavy object in his hand was the "Divine Judgment of Heavenly Fire," which he had commissioned the master craftsman Hattonus to meticulously craft before the trial.

Chapter 99 Bai Mo: If I became Kevin Kaslana, could I protect everyone?

Bai Mo leaned his weapon against his side for the moment. Looking at the children, whose faces were still covered in sweat and dust, but whose eyes were bright, he continued to ask gently:

"Alright, I've received the weapons. Now, 'soldiers,' can you tell me where your parents are?"

The little boy immediately answered loudly, "My dad is a soldier on the front lines! He's fighting a bloody battle on the very front!"

"My mom joined the 'Dim Garden' sanitation team and is treating the wounded!" His little face was full of pride.

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo's heart skipped a beat! Almost instinctively, he compared the little boy's face with the images in the folders he had just created in his mind...

Fortunately, he didn't find anything similar. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his palms felt slightly cold.

The other children also eagerly and proudly shouted:

"My dad is a scholar! That huge alchemical array on the battlefield was set up by him and others!"

"My mother is a priestess! She can use so many kinds of magic!"

"My father is..."

Bai Mo listened quietly, his gaze sweeping over the group of children. Among them were children of the Ohma people, children of the Suspended Peak people, descendants of scholars from the Tree Court, and even children of the Janusapolis people…

Their parents are now fighting for the same goal in various ways on this battlefield.

He unconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of the "Heavenly Fire Judgment" sword, his knuckles turning slightly white.

The cold metallic touch now seemed to carry a heavy warmth.

He stood up, his gaze becoming serious and solemn, and said to the group of lovely and brave children:

"Kids! You did a fantastic job today! You risked your lives to deliver the most important weapon to me when I needed it most! You are all amazing little heroes!"

He changed the subject, his tone becoming more serious: "Now, as an elder, I am about to entrust you with a very important task:

War is no child's play, and the front lines are extremely dangerous. I need you to promise me, as 'little heroes,' that no other children will ever again use the Hundred Realms Gate I set up, connecting Suspended Peak and Ohma, to get here. Can you... do that?

"Yes!" the children answered loudly in unison, their little faces filled with seriousness and pride at being entrusted with such an important task.

"Alright! I believe in you!" Bai Mo gave an encouraging smile. "Go! Go and tell your friends in the Holy City, tell them—Elder Bai Mo assures you that he will do everything in his power to protect your parents who are fighting!"

"Yes, Elder Bai Mo!" the children responded in unison, like little soldiers who had received the highest order. They turned and ran away to take this important news and promise back with them.

As he watched the children's figures disappear at the end of the street, Bai Mo's smile gradually faded.

He looked down at the greatsword in his hand, named "Heavenly Fire Judgment," feeling its power and weight, as well as the trust and expectations passed down by the children that could not be betrayed.

Without further hesitation, he lifted the tent flap and stepped into the tent where he would rest with firm and steady steps.

Now is not the time to doubt himself. He needs to recover his strength as soon as possible. The battle outside is not over yet, and everything he promised to protect is still waiting for him to fulfill his promise.

Several days later, the situation in Xuanfeng City finally stabilized thanks to the allied forces' desperate fighting.

Although the fierce fighting turned into attrition and stalemate, at least the city walls stood firm.

It was a quiet night, with only the occasional muffled rumble from the distant front lines reminding people that the war was not over.

Bai Mo sat alone on the ruined city wall, clutching the greatsword known as "Heavenly Fire Judgment".

The cold metallic touch permeated through the clothing, and the countless tiny scratches and energy burn marks newly appeared on the sword silently testified to the intensity of the recent battle.

His gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, occasionally illuminated by the firelight, but his eyes were somewhat vacant, as if they had pierced through the battlefield and landed in some more distant and empty place.

Directly below him, on the newly cleared land right next to the city wall, lies the final resting place of the soldiers who died on the battlefield in recent days.

However, most of them are merely cenotaphs that bear the belongings of the deceased and the sorrow of the living.

The cold stone tablets stood silently in the dim moonlight.

Only now, in this brief, undisturbed silence, did Bai Mo finally have the opportunity to confront once again the question that had lingered in his mind since the end of the trial, a question he had deliberately suppressed:

If I were the real savior, if I were "Kevin"? Would I be able to perfectly save everyone?

He lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously tracing the intricate patterns on the "Heavenly Judgment" sword, his fingertips seemingly able to feel the faint colors and warmth reflected from the distant flames of war.

He pondered quietly for a long, long time.

His thoughts were like being trapped in a maze with no exit, entangled in a jumble of ideas about sacrifice, responsibility, and an unguaranteed "perfect ending."

The faint sound of a stone being stepped on abruptly broke the deathly silence of the area.

Bai Mo was instantly jolted awake from his reverie and looked up warily. However, when he saw the slender figure in the moonlight, who seemed somewhat cautious as she held something in her arms, he was startled.

He was momentarily stunned, and instinctively called out the other person's name:

The other person seemed startled by his sudden outburst, letting out a short, soft exclamation: "Lord Bai Mo?"

After a brief moment of awkwardness and surprise, Xia Die gently placed the bunches of white flowers she was holding in front of each tombstone.

After doing all this, she walked to Bai Mo's side and, imitating him, carefully sat on the cold city bricks, hugging her knees with her hands.

"Xia Die," Bai Mo said, his voice softening as he watched her actions, a hint of wistfulness and self-deprecation in his voice.

"You've come to pay tribute to these brave soldiers who died in battle... You're always so thoughtful and gentle."

In contrast, I was so engrossed in my own daydreaming that I didn't even think of doing anything for them.

However, Xia Die did not respond to his sentiments. She simply hugged her knees in silence, her gaze fixed on the distant cemetery, her profile somewhat blurred in the moonlight.

After a long while, she suddenly spoke, her voice soft, yet like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, precisely striking the secret Bai Mo was trying to hide.

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Chapter 100 The Butterfly: Lord Bai Mo has the same eyes as me.

“Lord Bai Mo,” she turned her head, her eyes, which were always slightly misty, now looking at him with unusual clarity, “you…are hesitating, confused, even…doubting yourself, right?”

Bai Mo's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. He almost instinctively wanted to deny it:

“How could that be? Xia Die, you’re joking. I’m one of those people who are called ‘saviors’ by everyone, along with Bai E. How could I…”

“But Lord Bai Mo, the look in your eyes just now… I’m all too familiar with it.”

Xia Die, however, seemed not to hear his explanation, and continued speaking to herself in an almost dreamlike tone:

"I thought about it for a very, very long time, so long that when I placed the last flower on the grave of that last, nameless soldier, I suddenly realized, where exactly have I seen such eyes before..."

She slowly raised her hand and gently touched the corner of her eye with her fingertip: "Your Excellency Bai Mo, the look in your eyes just now was exactly the same as the look I see in the mirror every night when I wake up alone... my own eyes."

"They were all so... confused, hesitant, and filled with self-doubt."

Perhaps it was because of Xia Die's unusually determined gaze at that moment, or perhaps it was because of her words, "Just like me."

Bai Mo's denial, which was on the tip of his tongue, ultimately remained unspoken.

He remained silent, tacitly agreeing.

Seeing that he no longer objected, Xia Die continued speaking softly, as if she were confiding in someone, or perhaps talking to herself, sorting out the emotions that had been accumulating for hundreds of years:

"Feeling lost...this feeling has permeated almost my entire life so far."

Her voice drifted like clouds in the night sky, “Why was I born with these hands that bring death? Why do I have such a long life that is comparable to, or even surpasses, that of an ordinary demigod?”

Where did I come from? Where will my existence ultimately lead? ... These questions, like an eternal fog, have shrouded me for centuries.

Xia Die raised her head, gazing at the sky, then slowly turned her gaze back to Bai Mo. At this moment, her eyes were filled with a resolute determination for a new beginning.

"Over the past few centuries, I have tried almost every method to find the ultimate meaning of life and death, and to try to answer the mystery of my existence."

But perhaps... I've been looking in the wrong direction all along. The answer may never have been somewhere external, but has always been within myself, within my own destiny.

Xia Die took a deep breath of the cold night air, her voice becoming clearer and more resolute:

"For centuries, out of fear and uncertainty, I have never truly mustered the courage to confront the most likely source of my abilities—Cenathoth (the Titan of Death)."

I've been avoiding the real 'departure'.

Her gaze hardened as she stared intently at Bai Mo: "But, Lord Bai Mo, our world... doesn't have another few hundred years to allow us to continue hesitating and running away. The Black Tide won't give us that chance."

If you are truly determined to become that 'savior,' then you... absolutely cannot continue to be so lost.

“I believe that it is better to set off than to hesitate. Perhaps today, fate will show some mercy and spare us some compassion.” Her tone carried a resolute determination, as if she had already decided to burn her boats.

She slowly stood up, her dress fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

Xia Die looked down at Bai Mo, who was still sitting on the city wall, her eyes shining with an unprecedented light.

"I have made my decision. I will pursue the truth of my birth and confront the destiny that belongs to me—'death.'"

Then, she extended an invitation to Bai Mo:

"And you, Lord Bai Mo."

"If you want to know the answer, if you're willing to see how a girl who had been lost for hundreds of years finally mustered the courage to face her destiny..."

"Then join me in witnessing... the birth of the demigod of 'Death.'"

Ohma, the Hero's Bath.

The rising steam swirled around the surface of the pool like a thin veil.

Aglaia stood by the white jade pool, her long dress trailing on the ground, her gaze calmly fixed on the butterflies immersed in the spring water.

"Butterfly, are you really sure about it?" she asked softly, her voice echoing slightly in the empty bathtub.

Xia Die raised her arm and watched the warm water slide down her fingertips.

“Hmm…” Her response was as soft as a sigh, yet it carried an unwavering determination. “I have made up my mind—I will walk towards my destiny.”

I want to personally ask "death": Why is death a necessity of life?

She turned her head and looked at the figure faintly visible under the pillars in the distance, a gentle smile appearing on her lips:

"Besides... Bai Mo is still hesitant. As the savior of this story, he can't be afraid to take the first step. Let me light a lamp for him first."

Aglaia lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath them.

Her voice was filled with undisguised sadness, "I never imagined that what I initially wanted to do was to make Bai Mo understand that saving the world is not a perfect fairy tale... but instead led both of the Golden Descendants to their own destinies."

Xia Die rose from the water, water droplets sliding down her skin and leaving glistening marks on the marble floor.

She walked up to Aglaia and said, "I think... perhaps it's because... the fate of each of us is already closely intertwined with that of the others."

Xia Die's smile was as warm as the morning sun, and her voice was full of strength: "That's why one person's confusion can lead another to take the first step in the fog with fear... isn't that right?"

"Butterfly, has anyone ever told you that your eyes are brighter than ever before today?" A hint of relief seemed to flash in Aglaia's eyes.

Ohmma, the marble market, atop a series of rooftops.

Two figures were flying one after the other at an astonishing speed, lightly leaping over rooftops and stepping over tiles, creating a soft rustling sound in the wind.

"Sai Feier! You stop right there!" Bai Mo's voice was filled with exasperation as he chased after the figure ahead, who was as agile as a real cat.

The figure in front—Sai Feier—even had the leisure to turn around and make a face, her voice full of cunning and ease: