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Xing turned around, and there stood a fragment of memory, quietly.

She wiped away the mist, and what was reflected in it was not Bai E, but a corpse flowing with golden blood—Xi Lian.

"I will wait for that day to come." Xi Lian's voice echoed in my memory, never ceasing.

Xing's eyes widened suddenly; her thoughts began to race. She saw… she heard…

"Keep waiting."

33550336, a number that shimmers with firelight and golden light.

"One day..."

Xi Lian closed her eyes peacefully, and golden blood flowed from her body.

"Someone will turn the page on this almost eternal chapter..."

"Following in our footsteps..."

The number kept changing, but Xi Lian kept falling and dying, the ritual sword piercing her body again and again.

"To write an unprecedented ending."

Xing stared in disbelief at the constantly flashing memory.

When all of this begins to crumble, at the end of memory, that number finally returns to "0".

Xia Die gazed at the scene reflected in Lai Gu Shi's eyes on the light screen, the only difference between it and the scene outside.

That nameless visitor from outer space, a star.

Will she be... the true dawn of Onphalus?

The memories accumulated over thirty million reincarnations—perhaps the memories he carries alone are enough to rival the memories of certain worlds.

Therefore, despite her worries, she would not stop Xing from taking on that mission.

On the eve of the start of reincarnation, the first Bai E knelt before Xi Lian's fallen body, panting in pain.

That was the indescribable pain of killing one's best friend with one's own hands.

Xi Lian lay on the ground at the heart of the cosmic vortex, and with her last strength, she softly uttered the same words she had spoken in the wheat field of the Sorrowful Secret Pavilion.

"That must be a romantic story unlike any other."

Her voice no longer had its former vitality, but that hope remained unchanged; she seemed to be able to see a story different from the past.

In that story, Bai Er waited for the true hero, the true dawn.

The Golden Blood, chasing the fire, will fight alongside heroes against enemies, against fate, and against "destruction."

They did what they were supposed to do and reached the end they were supposed to reach.

"That's what you think too... right?"

She saw... the Savior, who would bring true "dawn" to Onphalus with his sword.

She had said her piece. Her body gradually dissipated in Bai E's embrace, turning into specks of fire, embracing Bai E one last time in the form of "time".

Bai E stared blankly at everything, tears streaming down his face, but before a single tear could fall into his hand, it was evaporated by the burning flames.

Bai Lu didn't know how to describe this feeling; it was more painful than pain itself.

Gallagher took a sip of his drink and glanced in a certain direction from Pinocchio.

Why do you always place your hopes on "pioneering"?

He gazed at the "star" in his hand that belonged to Xi Lian.

He slowly picked up the ceremonial sword that belonged to "the years".

He stood up, panting, and gripped the "star" tightly in his hand!

He raised his hand and wiped away the tears that hadn't yet fallen.

Destructive flames flickered in his eyes!

With the power of the twelve flames gathered within him, Caiuslana will use this power, this unprecedented body, to confront his destiny of "destruction"—

Let them roar!

Caislana shouldered the "world," spread his wings, and flew into the sky, all in search of the true dawn.

This marks the beginning of the "1st" cycle.

From that moment on, Caislana, the one who bore the weight of the world, truly took on the fate of all Onphalus.

Thus began this cycle of despair.

Chapter 125 The Hero in My Heart

"The world is collapsing, and people are crying out."

"It's time for us to say goodbye here..."

As the sun set, Caislana stood on a small harbor, turning his head to glance behind him out of the corner of his eye.

There stood a humanoid phantom without a specific face.

"The beautiful secret pavilion, the little village of my childhood, the breeze and the sound of the waves are still there," the phantom said softly.

“Everything is as usual. I’m glad I could take one last look back at it.” Caislana showed a rare smile; only here could he feel a sense of ease.

"You know, this is just a corner of memory, the real Ai Li Secret Pavilion..." The phantom wanted to remind him, but couldn't bear to expose his scars.

“I know,” Caislana’s voice remained calm.

"I've come to say goodbye. Perhaps we'll never see each other again."

"You can stay here forever, and time will stop for you."

“Let it flow. I should get going.” Caislana looked up at the distance once more.

Even if it's a road of no return?

When have we ever had the option to turn back?

"...Are you afraid? After understanding your origins..." the phantom continued to ask.

"Will you perceive the motivation I give you as a seductive whisper of 'destruction'?"

Bathed in the setting sun, Caislan slightly closed his eyes, which had lost their former luster, and sighed softly.

In her childhood memories, she had played with her parents in a similar golden wheat field. But her hometown was also mercilessly destroyed by the army of "destruction"...

In that initial time and space, everything had long been destroyed by the Black Tide, and Lord Xilian also sacrificed himself, returning to the past.

At the final moment of starting the cycle of reincarnation, to whom will he bid farewell?

Bai E slowly took out the card he had always kept on his person: the Savior card.

He watched it silently.

"Those convictions and choices that stem from one's own heart, I don't believe they are the design of some so-called 'fate'..."

There was no longer any sadness or longing on Caislana's face, only an unwavering determination.

"If we are born as just a string of numbers simulating life, then you are the image I long for, the person I want to become."

"A real, living person. A true 'hero.'"

At this point, he finally turned around and faced the "hero" in his heart.

"Then why say goodbye here? You can take me with you on your journey. I will stay by your side and guide you, as always." The hero in their hearts still did not have a specific image, but both he and Caislana had long been used to this appearance.

“…” After a moment of silence, Caiuslana refused.

"No. I'm afraid I'll have to go on alone."

"Why?" The hero in his heart asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Because there is no such thing as a perfect solution in this world, Xi Lian has already embraced her destiny..."

"And I, too, will throw myself into my very essence—'Destruction'—using this power to rebel against its creator, and to unleash endless fury upon the darkness that sweeps across the world."

“If you were by my side, I would hesitate… but this world can no longer accommodate a hesitant soldier.”

At the same time, this can also be an eternal anchor point in his heart.

He had never truly figured out what a "hero" should really look like; he was just trying to get closer to him.

Throughout the eternal cycle of return, the hero remains at the harbor of memories, bidding farewell time and time again.

Even now...

"We have found—our true hero."

This time, it was the hero's turn to remain silent.

"Remember when we were kids? If we drew 'King' or 'Warrior', we'd cheer and jump for joy. If we drew 'Demon' or 'Drunkard', we'd yell that this didn't count and we wanted to try again..."

"If you want to regret it, then regret it. The children are always happy..."

Even though the light in his eyes had faded when he recalled his childhood, his face still held a gentle expression.

"But the fate of adults never allows for turning back." He put away the gentleness that belonged only to the past and became extremely serious.

At this point, the hero said no more. He wholeheartedly supported Caislana's decision and bid him farewell.

"Then go, Caislana. As you promised: deceive the world, seize the fire, and reverse fate..."

"Burning yourself with all your might, using futility as a sword, rebel against the gods—"

"In the name of 'Betray the World,' I promise you..."

"Kephele will never forget."

The destroyed sun transformed into a countdown clock.

Caiuslana ignited twelve flames within his body, lifting the sun, just like the world-weary Cephalus.

The golden blood flowing from the sun transformed into a pointer, piercing through Fu Shi's body and pointing directly at the prisoner carrying fire.

When it pierces the prisoner's heart completely, Onphalus will also meet its "destruction" end.

"There are 33550336 eternal cycles remaining until the world is destroyed."

"After all, you are my proudest student, Anaxagoras."

Chapter 126 History Restarted

"And so, time receded behind me."

"The origin before all things existed."

Amidst the chaos, Bai E silently observes everything, enveloped by the passage of time.

"Just as Teacher Xia said, in that void, the 'Titan of the Negative World', Kephale, stood at the center of chaos, with time, space, and causality flowing from its body..."

"When the tides of time finally subsided, it was already the year 3870 of the Guangli calendar."

"The Golden War has lasted for nearly a century. The threat of the Black Tide is growing stronger and stronger, and it is unstoppable."

"That was the era when the 'Lightning Knight' pointed her sword at the heavens. She failed to seize the flame, but she proved the prophecy true—mortals too can slay gods."

Leading two colossal beasts and wielding long spears, the knight challenges the fate of the two races and the closed sky.

"From this day forward, the remnant of the old dynasty, 'Caesar' Crydella, issued a call to arms, summoning the golden-blooded heroes of all nations to declare war on the Titans—"

"That was the first journey to pursue fire, which ended in failure and was buried in history."

"The First Eternal Return"

From this point onward.

When she saw this scene, the legends about the Yang Lei Knights and the sky, and the long-cherished wish of their clan, all flashed through Feng Jin's mind.

What is the truth behind the legend?

"So, you mean: you traveled upstream through time, reaching this seabed you'd never been before, just to tell us—"

"Is the journey to fire, and indeed the entirety of Onpharos, nothing more than a bubble in the 'Star God's' dream?"

The serene beauty, whose entire being exuded a sharpness akin to a sword blade, asked this question.