Chapter 1128: Weng Falos 3.2 (174)

Slash the Crimson Eye.

"That may be so, but there's absolutely no information on Senatos. Could it be that no one in Weng Falos, not even a titan, knows its whereabouts?" Tazmi shook his head. Though he also knew such matters shouldn't be abandoned, the feeling was like a punch into cotton—soft and powerless.

"Hmm… I once found a book in my home bookstore that said souls go to Hell after death. Do you think Senatos might actually be in the 'Hell'? Of course, 'Hell' may be called something else in Weng Falos—perhaps the… Underworld?" Labek guessed solemnly. "The reason Xiadie has searched for Senatos for so many years without success is that she herself is still alive. To find that Death Titan, perhaps one must obtain 'death' oneself."

"Huh? Death? But if everyone is dead, what's the point of finding the Death Titan?" Ma Yin instinctively waved her hand. "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Senatos must be hidden somewhere in Weng Falos, and perhaps… it may have already been swallowed by Heichi!"

"If death is the only condition to see Senatos, then Wandi and Xing should be the only two in Weng Falos qualified to meet the titan. In reality, Wandi has no clue of its whereabouts, and Xing is even less likely to find it," Najeta exhaled a slow puff of smoke, continuing, "But 'death' may not be limited to the titan; the Underworld River that once granted Wandi immortality is also a crucial clue."

"If we could go against the flow of the Underworld River, tracing it back to its source, could its origin be the Underworld of Weng Falos?"

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""Weng Falos… needs you.""

""What do we do next?" Xing asked."

Xiadie suggested, "Aglaea and Lord Bai E are conducting a ritual in the bathhouse; they are also worried. If possible, please send word of safety. Though I'm not sure the current situation can be called 'safe'…"

Xiadie carefully took out the treasured prophetic poem, "And this Stikokisia fable, please accept… When one reads, one can focus the mind and relax the body… I hope this helps you get through the toughest times."

Xing solemnly put it away, then went with Mimi to the Marble Heavenly Palace, where from a distance they saw Aglaea chatting with Bai E.

"…Partner! Feng Jin said you'd wake up. You… feeling okay?" Bai E asked impatiently.

"She can still take the pulse of the dead…?"

"The medicine of the Dull Light Courtyard is truly wondrous, isn't it?"

Aglaea said seriously, "You have completed the 'Years' trial. I must admit, the process was far smoother than expected. Until the end, that titan still held a warm spot for his son. But I didn't anticipate… Aohema would simultaneously present two 'Deceivers of Death'."

"We were just discussing that. Damn, Wandi stayed in Aohema for so long, yet no one studied his immortality? If there were any results left, we wouldn't be completely clueless now…"

Aglaea reminded Bai E, "Your idea has been tried before; if it worked, Senatos wouldn't be completely silent. But it's not time to give up yet. At least now I can still think of a sliver of hope."

"Saifei'er… If anyone in this world might know the destination of 'death', it is her. I will arrange for her to return to Aohema, but please be prepared for disappointment. Understand that in Weng Falos' history, no one has escaped the palm of 'death'. At the end of time, Senatos awaits each person."

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Luo Xiaohui's War Chronicle.

Inside a private room of the Yue Dong Guild Hall, the air conditioning was ample, tea fragrance wafted, and a basket of crystal shrimp dumplings steamed invitingly.

"Hey? Master, so Saifei'er isn't in Aohema? Where did she go?" Luo Xiaohui's mouth was stuffed to the brim, his cheeks puffed like a hamster storing grain.

"From the earlier conversation between Aglaea and the thief spirit, Saifei'er, as a Demigod, seems unwilling to take part in the Fire Pursuit Journey," Lu Ye said lightly, casually pushing a cup of pu-erh tea toward Luo Xiaohui.

"Oh… but why would a Demigod want to avoid the Fire Pursuit Journey?" Xiaohei said irritably, "Does she have no explanation for Aglaea? Can't anything be discussed with her? It's too much to just walk away from the Fire Pursuit Journey on her own! If she had offered help earlier, perhaps the Fire Pursuit Journey would have progressed by now."

"Xiaohei, perhaps not every Demigod wishes to bind their whole life to the Fire Pursuit Journey," Wu Xian said, lowering his head to sip tea. "People like Aglaea, Wandi, Ti Bao, who are willing to give everything for the Fire, are indeed great, but we cannot rule out Demigods who refuse such a grand mission and end up burning themselves. Moreover, that Demigod might simply not want to live under Aglaea's golden thread surveillance."

"But I still think she should have a proper talk with Aglaea…" Xiaohei finally swallowed the food in his mouth, saying vaguely, "…After all, becoming a Demigod was Saifei'er's own choice, right? If she longed for an ordinary life, she shouldn't have taken on the divine office back then."

"The origins of this are unknown," Lu Ye said, shaking his head lightly. "Another possibility is that her relationship with Aglaea was poor, like that of Ke Xia. After all, those who inherit divine offices are golden‑bloods approved by the Titans, and those approved by a scheming Titan would be…? No need to guess; just looking at the thief spirits under her command, it's clear Saifei'er is also a Demigod who likes stealing and deceiving."

Wu Xian nodded thoughtfully, "Maintaining order in Aohema, this Demigod is indeed troublesome. Even if Aglaea were to accept her, the Senate would see Saifei'er as a leverage point to attack Aglaea."

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"... Is this… consolation?"

Bai E smiled, "Don't worry about it, Xing. You've created countless miracles along the way, right?"

"Before that, please take good…"

Aglaea's words hung unfinished when she suddenly sensed something, her complexion changing instantly.

"What's wrong, Aglaea?" Bai E instantly became alert.

"Bad omens always come in pairs, tiny currents that eventually weave into a storm that tears the heavens," Aglaea inhaled deeply, "Anaxagoras, he has begun contacting the Senate."

Bai E lowered his head with a grave expression, "So it has indeed turned out this way…"

Aglaea's tone was weary, "I sincerely hope your judgment of him is correct, Bai E. Otherwise, the millennia of effort by my master and me… might be reduced to ash by that 'Great Performer'."