Chapter 1303: Weng Faluos 3.3 (344)

"But it neither reached out to save Weng Faluos nor to destroy Weng Faluos; instead, from beginning to end it coldly observed, acting as a 'Divine Rite Spectator' in a neutral stance." Eden slightly furrowed his brows, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, "But the problem is, to be a 'spectator' you need a 'stage' and performers actually performing. Right now, whether it's Weng Faluos as this 'stage' or the Golden Descendants as these 'performers,' they're all heading toward destruction. As a spectator, does it still have any meaning?"

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"Strife. Death. Deception..." Bai'e gazed sadly at the fire seed floating in midair before him, "It turns out those symbols seen as omens of disaster... can also leave a mark in the story of salvation."

"This way, the last fire seed can finally return to its place. The holy water in the Holy City has dried up… but *we* can do our best to break Priestess Fachina's sealing spell… and use the Hundred Worlds Gate to send you into the Genesis Vortex Core."

Saying this, Tingning's words paused slightly.

"But… that would probably exhaust the remaining Janus divine power in us. The rest is up to you, Xiao Bai."

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Partings came one after another along the way; under fate's push, he didn't even get a chance to properly bid farewell to his loved ones… Bai'e lowered his head and said bitterly, "Farewell… I'm almost getting numb to it. By this point… I can't even utter a dry goodbye."

"Xiao Bai…"

"Don't worry, Teacher Tingning. I'm no longer the empty shell that Aglaea brought back to Aohema. Every companion who couldn't make it to the end—their belief in saving the world will become part of me, piecing together the soul I once lost."

"I've lost my homeland, but you, Aglaea, and everyone else have together woven a second home for me. Now this home is also in peril… so it's my turn to repay your gifts, to create a new world capable of bearing all wishes."

Bai'e lifted his head to gaze at the blood-red sky outside: "Hope that in that new world, a brand-new sun will rise—bringing one dawn after another for everyone."

Tingning smiled with relief: "You've grown into what A Ya expected, Xiao Bai. Indeed, we don't need to say goodbye here… because, without needing prophetic proof, *we* also have the confidence to declare… you will surely become that sun."

"And we all… will surely meet again tomorrow."

"……"

On the Dawncloud Cliff, the blade in the Fire Stealer's hand pierced Wandi's body directly, golden blood spurting from his tenth thoracic vertebra…… This time, the immortal Maidemos could no longer rise.

"Everyone will part with one person…… but that person will behold a miracle……"

Sai Feier lay silently under the moonlight of Stikokisia, her face still frozen with the last trace of a smile.

Inside the bathhouse of the Cloud Stone Heaven Palace, Danheng panted violently, raising his hand to roll the surging waves toward the Fire Stealer attacking him from ahead.

The doll that Tingbao had turned into drifted in the flowing water, its reflection on the surface showing the last image of the Hundred Worlds Gate……

"Become the dawn… savior."

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Original God.

"The Fire Stealer it…… pierced Wandi's weak point?"

Inside the confinement cell of the Mondstadt Wind Knights, Luoren's brows were tightly knotted, his expression unusually grim; upon seeing Wandi unable to rise from the ground, he then turned in disbelief to the similarly confined Grand Master beside him.

"How could he know Wandi's weak point? This weak point was clearly known only to Bai'e……"

"Hmm, so this is getting interesting." Faergamo stroked his chin, "Luoren, do you still remember when Wandi rushed to aid Bai'e in that battle at the Spearpoint Arena? The Fire Stealer once tried to ambush and kill Wandi from behind, aiming at that spot…… now it seems far from coincidental."

"Wandi only told the Fire Stealer his weak point before the trial, yet the Fire Stealer seemed to have known it all along, striking without hesitation."

"Klee knows!" the little girl beside him raised her hand high, "... because the big bad guy in black clothes can read minds! Just like Aunt Aglaea, he can know what others are thinking!"

"Hmm, truly worthy of being my daughter, truly smart. However, little Klee also don't forget, eh? That big bad guy in black clothes doesn't have a 'romantic' fire seed."

"Eh, right… but Mom, why would it know Venti-gege's weak point?" Xiao Klee looked puzzled at Ailis.

"I think it's very likely like Laigushi, having fundamentally transcended the people of Weng Faluos's reincarnation." Ailis put away her gentle smile when teasing her daughter, instead gazing sternly at Faergamo and Luoren beside her, "As a mechanical being, Laigushi could never be a creation of KefaLe—this is obvious. And the Fire Stealer knows the secret of reincarnation, constantly chanting about needing to 'restart' something…… it's hard not to suspect these words have something to do with reincarnation."

"What Ms. Ailis said makes sense, but could the Fire Stealer possibly be on Laigushi's side? For example… could there be some cooperation between them?" Luoren continued to ask.

"Impossible." Ailis denied it outright.

Why?

"It's quite simple: Laigushi is a member of the Genius Club, and can even trade one-for-one with an envoy. Do you think someone who can say this with confidence would need to cooperate with a 'person' who can't even manage basic communication?"

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"……"

The projection of the Black Tower came to the outskirts of Aohema, light passing through the lingering smoke, projecting toward the distant towering giant statue, and…… the giant sphere it bears, continuously spewing fire rain.

"Burning sky, shattered giant, corpses strewn everywhere… terrible. If this is what the inside of Weng Faluos looks like, it's indeed unexpected."

"To be honest, I was half‑believing before, but now I'm starting to agree with your view…… Screw Gus."

Screw Gus's projection slowly walked from behind her: "In that case, Black Tower. Do you also have sufficient reason to believe your hypothesis about the nature of the Weng Faluos world?"

The Black Tower turned around: "Let's not expand on this topic. That mechanical guy—called Laigushi, right—hasn't fully died yet. It's likely just a fake body, with something behind it still resisting us."

"We must admit: even if the two of us join forces, penetrating its defense is still no simple matter. For now, we can only observe this world as bystanders."