Chapter 1111: Wengfalousi 3.1 (157)

After opening the mechanism inside the library, the three came to the place where Tilizibiesis grew up.

This place resembled a huge library, with various stone tablets and books collected on the shelves on both sides. In the center of the room stood a blackboard, on which a drawing of a rocket was depicted.

"You… grew up in a place like this back then?"

"*We* were born, the title 'Saintess' was already in name only. Those who can hear the Titan's guidance must necessarily become others' mouthpieces." Tining said, "But for the sake of dignity, the authorities still made a slight arrangement. Moreover, with Mother's companionship, *our* childhood was not sorrowful."

Bai'e lowered their head with a solemn expression: "Even so… I still find it hard to imagine."

Tining, on the other hand, didn't mind at all and lightly comforted Bai'e: "Twenty years is but a blink."

"Teacher Tining, twenty years for ordinary people… is already quite long."

"That's right. After becoming a demigod, even one's sense of time…" Tining paused, "I didn't expect so much time to have passed. The power of the stars is truly inconceivable; this place is practically identical to the past……"

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Azure Archive.

"So this is where the Saintess lives, huh? Not even a window—are you sure this doesn't count as mistreating the Saintess?"

"So… senior… having a fan… and the natural cool breeze blowing in… is already good enough."

Qianxiang pressed their face almost against the fan's guard; their voice, passing through the spinning blades, was cut into segments, each with a tremolo, a strange tone.

June in Abaidousi was as hot as a steamer; the air conditioner in the Strategy Committee's activity room had been on its last legs since last week. Xiaoniaoyou Xingye lay slumped in a chair, the whole person seeming about to melt, especially after seeing the Saintess's cramped, warehouse‑like room, making the temperature feel even higher.

"Rather than say this is the Saintess's room, it's more like a prison cell," Lingyin exclaimed, looking over the not‑large room. The four walls were almost entirely occupied by bookshelves, leaving them little space to rest or play. At a glance, Lingyin could almost guess what kind of days Tibao had as a child—probably spending all day immersed in a sea of books.

"So… have they already read all these books? There must be several thousand, maybe tens of thousands. If I had to read them all, I might as well go get a job," Qianxiang muttered quietly.

"Qianxiang, we're students after all—we can't just get bored at the sight of books," Xingye said in a half‑asleep, sticky tone.

"Mm…! Senior, how can you say that about me when you're the one who can't help falling asleep as soon as you see a book!" Qianxiang protested.

Xingye scratched their head embarrassedly: "Heh~ I'm the kind of person who reads even in my sleep, big brother—this must be some misunderstanding~"

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"Bai'e approached the blackboard, looking at the rocket‑shaped object above, and asked curiously: 'There's a blackboard here. What is drawn on it?'"

"I don't remember. But it should be one of *our* inventions from that ten‑year period."

"What do you mean by 'that ten years'?"

Tining explained: "From the time we heard KefaLe's prophecy until now, when we are about to set out, it's been about ten years. *We* have been confined in the holy hall complex since birth, never setting foot even half a step outside the Myriad Paths Gate. To learn about the outside world, *we* spent much time studying various kinds of knowledge, and of course we also tinkered with a few small inventions."

"It's a shame that, in the end, aside from sending messages, they found no other use. The knowledge we once learned… has now all faded away."

Bai'e walked over to a nearby shelf, looking at the piles of scrolls and stone tablets stacked high: "The shelves are packed full. Why are they all geographical records of the various city‑states? And there are also texts on Titan faith…"

"Because *we* needed to convey KefaLe's oracle far and far away, we certainly had to travel a great distance, so we wanted to learn in advance about the local customs of each place."

Xingye stared, eyes wide: "You couldn't have read them all, could you?"

Tining nodded and said: "Back then *we* had excellent memories; ten years was enough to commit all of this to heart. These scrolls were left to *us* by Mother. I remember that when we were little, she would recite them as bedtime stories. In her telling, the tales were full of fun, enough to sketch out a fertile Wengfalousi in our dreams."

"Unfortunately, after Mother left, *we* discovered that the contents of these scrolls were not interesting at all."

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Labyrinth Meal

"After all, it's Mother who's interesting. Wengfalousi is a world utterly wrapped in despair—Titans either silent or vanished, and humans incessantly fight and slaughter each other, left only to wait as the Heichi slowly devours human lands… Anyone who truly sets foot in this world would surely find nothing to laugh about."

Qierchake couldn't help feeling regret for Wengfalousi. As a civilization equally unable to pierce the sky and reach space, at least their world still has a firmament, a channel that lets them learn about major cosmic events.

Wengfalousi, however, lacks this; enclosure has made any talk of the 'outside world' a taboo. If the firmament were to descend a thousand years earlier upon Wengfalousi, its people would surely try every means to reach outer space, seeking out there a solution to the Heichi.

"I'm so angry!!"

A grating 'creak‑creak' sound came from beside them as teeth ground together; Qierchake turned their head and saw Maluxier's face flushed astonishingly, the staff in their hand trembling slightly under their force.

"A life confined for twenty years…… under constant surveillance the whole time. Moreover, they caused her mother's death, disguising it as an accidental fall off a cliff…… How could anyone be this wicked!!"

The more Maluxier thought, the tighter their fists clenched, wishing they could smash the heads of those city‑state elites with a single blow of their staff.

"Stay calm… Maluxier. At least they hadn't yet laid a hand on Tibao back then."

"That's also because Tibao had memorized the contents of those several thousand books back then! If it weren't for their diligence and eagerness to learn, they'd probably have been done away with by those people as 'saffron' long ago!"

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"Several people came up to a stack of boxes and found a smooth‑polished red crystal resting quietly on top of one."

"Huh… what is this?"

"A piece of red glass?"

"Xingye: 'It seems to be a specialty of your hometown.'"

"When *we* first saw it, we were still little. Mother brought back a nice piece of glass, but their face was streaked with tears, and they just set it on the table. *We* thought it sparkled, so we took it to play with—ended up breaking it by accident… They didn't say anything, merely held *us* in silence for a long time."

"Only when we grew up did we learn that in Yanusabolis, if someone dies honorably for their fate, the Saintess takes a piece of glass from the volcanic quarry, polishes it finely, and gives it to the deceased's family. The day Mother brought it back, their friend fell on the battlefield. Having no living relatives, they could only keep the glass themselves."

"Later, on the eve of the ceremony, Mother also gave *us* a beautiful piece of glass."