Chapter 1101

Don't be disheartened, Fengjin. Ti'an merely used up the time borrowed from Yanus." Ti'ning whispered comfortingly, "Her soul rides the west wind, flying ahead to that world without sorrow."

If such a world truly exists……has everyone in the Tree Courtyard already arrived?

Aglaea added, saying: "It certainly exists, Fengjin. Remember? The oracle that guides the Golden Heirs is the voice KefaLe left before falling silent. It deeply loves its creations and will not bear to lead us astray with lies."

After Aglaea's persuasion, Fengjin also finally emerged temporarily from sorrow.

"How about that Xuanfeng veteran? How is his condition?"

Fengjin shook his head, somewhat regretfully saying: "The Dim Light Courtyard did its best, but could only… barely prolong his life. I used the Sky Priest's method, allowing him to walk again. But if one day the light from Aohema completely disappears… I hope that never happens."

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Marvel Universe.

"Friday, pause."

Tony snapped his fingers, the chair under his butt spun around, facing the holographic screen to the side, "If a person jumps off a ten-thousand-zhang cliff——no, let's tentatively say 1000 meters, if Kelatus jumps down from there and survives, roughly how many times greater bone density would be needed?"

From midair came Friday's clear electronic voice: "Human bone compressive strength is about 170 MPa; different bones vary. In conclusion, if a person's bone density is increased 20–27 times, they can barely preserve their life."

"See? Should I say Fengjin is too good at saving, or that Kelatus is practically a superhuman?" Tony put down his drink, his face full of disbelief, "Could the perennial champion of Xuanfengcheng have injected some super-soldier serum? Or remodeled his own bones? Jumping from that height, even if there's water below, the impact would be enough to turn him into mincemeat."

"Alright, Tony." Strange sat on the nearby leather sofa, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if with a hint of teasing, "Who was it earlier in this room saying that Wufangluo's medical technology is backward? Saying they couldn't even give patients a check-up, not even a decent MRI. How about it? Their miraculous healing hands might be able to sew you back together even if you were blown into mincemeat."

Tony rolled his eyes, turned to look at Strange, helpless: "Hey, Sorcerer Supreme. Don't think that just because you wear your magic cloak you've forgotten you used to wield a scalpel. You were once a top surgeon; you should know how complex this trauma is… this… even in Wakanda they couldn't save him, right?"

"You mean to say this isn't scientific?" Sam beside him raised an eyebrow.

Tony gave a noncommittal shrug.

"Even in this room there exists something quite 'unscientific.'" Sam gave a meaningful glance toward Strange nearby, "Compared to Earth, Wufangluo is more like a mythical world; its rules are completely different from the physics we know. Perhaps Kelatus was merely protected by some benevolent deity during his fall? That wouldn't be impossible, would it?"

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"This is already a miracle. When we found Kelatus, he was almost indistinguishable from a corpse."

"While they were speaking, Bai'e and his party had already arrived at the Cloud Stone Heavenly Palace."

"The time of parting sorrow is approaching, yet the golden threads trend toward ease, and the heroes return with spoils." Aglaea's expression softened considerably, "You've come back. Unharmed, and you bring news of victory—how delightful, how congratulatory."

"Bai'e sighed incessantly: 'It still seems somewhat unbelievable; we have just returned Nicadoli's fire seed… not exaggerating, Star, your arrival has melted the glaciers of history.'"

"Rather, this is the true picture of history: slumbering for a thousand years, awaiting the moment of awakening. Unfortunately, now is not the time to discuss historical views." Aglaea looked around, noticing someone missing, "Is Ke Xia absent because you ordered it, Bai'e?"

"Bai'e smiled, his eyes narrowing into a slit, seemingly pleased with his decision: '... Yes. Compared to watching you two argue incessantly, I think this is more efficient.'"

"Aglaea bluntly said: 'This is reckless; after all, he still carries a fire seed on him. But regarding the judgment to increase efficiency… you're probably right. Let his issue wait; the urgent matter is the fire seed of Orolonis, which is especially thorny.'"

"Regarding the order of returning the fire seeds, the Golden Heirs originally devised a strategy. For those Titans that would not actively harm humanity—such as Orolonis and Sehxis—we originally planned to finally take over their divine offices."

"Aglaea took a deep breath: 'But this anomaly has disrupted all of that.'"

"Ti'bao: 'If we don't return the fire seed to the vortex heart, leaving the Titan's divine seat vacant… who knows what calamity might occur! But the problem now is… we still haven't found a Golden Heir capable of bearing Orolonis's divine office.'"

"Bai'e, Xiadie, Wandi, Fengjin… my master and I have searched the world for a thousand years before finally finding them."

"The one-in-a-million qualified candidate, the leader among the Golden Heirs—if we cannot be confident that these people possess the potential to bear divine authority, my master and I will certainly not extend an invitation. And forcing ordinary people to fulfill this duty is tantamount to sending them to the gallows." Aglaea said.

"Bai'e, at a loss, said: 'Really a headache……'"

"Suddenly, Mimi beside them spoke: 'Shall we let Star try?'"

"Star looked speechless: 'Sending me to the gallows would be fine?'"

"I'm serious! You have a special significance to Wufangluo, something everyone knows. And Orolonis… it was he who projected me into this world, giving me this body—none other than that willful Titan baby, more capricious than a child!"

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Psychic Power 100%.

Inside the cramped room, the ramen shop steamed, the aroma of the pork bone broth pervading the air.

"If we also count Ke Xia, that makes only five compatible Golden Heirs in a thousand years—equivalent to one every two hundred years on average." Xiaojiao looked curious, "The number of Golden Heirs among humans isn't small either; why can't we try others?"

"Aglaea must have already tried that." Linghuan slurped his ramen loudly, "But this probability… feels lower than winning the lottery, huh? If I bought lottery tickets for a thousand years, I'd surely win more than five times."