Chapter 1385

Jujutsu Kaisen.

"Just now, Ms. Black Tower, while looking at Xilian, mentioned the 'Chart of Destinies'…… Is there something wrong with Xilian's Destiny?" Yuji, not understanding, asked.

"In those experimental data, the two most severely obscured were Xilian and March 7. Considering they both are related to Flowing Light Remembrance, and are also the 'memory' children spoken of by those Remembrancers…… What Destiny she follows goes without saying." Yui Itto lowered his head in thought, "I'm really curious about what the driving force of the 'Memory' Destiny actually is? They've concealed the most crucial part."

"But if we think from another angle, if those maneuvers were done by the Remembrance people, at least it could prove they also have a conflict with Laigushi." Zenin Maki said, "As long as we can stop Laigushi and cause him trouble, they're temporary allies. After we deal with the biggest trouble, the Iron Tomb, we'll settle the score with Remembrance for kidnapping March 7."

"By the way, since the Remembrance people also want to be involved, why haven't we seen any of them show up even now—when the Iron Tomb is about to be born? What are they waiting for?"

"Could they be planning to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight? Watch Laigushi, the Iron Tomb, the Astral Express, and two other geniuses battle it out, then reap the benefits from the sidelines?"

"Maki frowned tightly; this is the only explanation she can currently think of."

"I think it's not that simple." Kusakabe Atsuya slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, stamping the cigarette butt under his foot, "I'm afraid the Remembrance people also have their difficulties; otherwise they wouldn't have chosen to abduct March 7 and lure her into Opherus. As for that 'Memory' emissary whose whereabouts are still unknown, whether they intend to protect Opherus or destroy it, I think they should step forward and state their position. If they still don't show up, it leaves people feeling uneasy."

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"Xing overlooked the scenery of Aolixie, his mind flooded with thoughts."

"(This village is the starting point of Bai'e. Thirty million cycles of reincarnation, thirty million failures; now his burden has been placed in my hands.)"

"(He said I should take over the duty of 'Bearing the World'… What does that mean, becoming the new KefaLe? Or finding a different path?)"

"(Calmly analyzing, this is a battle fraught with difficulties. We cannot lose KefaLe's spark, and we still need to find Talandon, or its demigod, to win them over to join the camp opposing 'Destruction'…… but there are too many variables; Laigushi's movements are still unclear, and after resolving his issue we still have to face the Iron Tomb head-on. And Xilian—what exactly is she……)"

"(There are too many doubts; we can only go and see as we go. Every step must be sufficiently cautious; every decision could affect the outcome. The aid of the Black Tower and the Screw Gum will become crucial……)"

""What are you thinking about?" Xilian walked over from behind, "I've packed up. After picking and choosing, I finally decided to bring only these few things for the journey.""

Xilian opened the packed bundle: "Here, look—diary, feather pen, and…"

A ritual sword shaped like a full moon.

The ritual sword of the Time Priests. I don't know why, but I always feel that holding it brings peace. Xilian walked to the railing, gazing at the distant mountains, "The aura of Heichi has grown calm. White Calamity… it must be resisting them in some way."

This is Weng Faluos's final Fire Pursuit Journey, but for us, it's not an end—it's a beginning. Xilian smiled slightly, "Comrades, are you ready to become heroes?"

Xing scratched their head: "I'm still not sure how to face you…"

Xilian took it in stride: "Just treat it like any other companion. Look, we share a goal, share an enemy… perhaps we can also share a future? A future that has never appeared in any cycle of rebirth. I believe in you, Xing."

"If you're still not used to it, just call them 'Mimi' as before." Xilian stuck out her tongue playfully, "Hee… just joking."

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Black Robe Riot Squad.

A black compact car drove through Queens, New York.

"Look over there," Hugh suddenly said.

He sat in the passenger seat, one hand bracing the window edge, half his head sticking out, his gaze locked firmly on the dark crowd massing at the street corner.

This was no ordinary street gathering—at least a hundred people, holding various signs, some of cardboard, some of bedsheets, the crowd stretching from the intersection all the way under the overpass, a few loud‑voiced Black people standing on a makeshift podium, shouting something at the crowd below. Around them, many reporters with cameras ran back and forth.

"A parade?"

The driver, Mu Ru, eased off the speed a bit, squinted for a few seconds, and gave a cold snort: "Oh, it's a protest—and a counter‑protest. Look at the group on the left; they're holding signs that say 'Down with Iron Tomb.' The group on the right—you see them, those white people—are holding signs that say 'Welcome Iron Tomb.'"

"Huh? Welcome? Welcome a monster that can paralyze 97% of a star‑system's civilization?" Hugh thought he'd misheard for a moment, "What kind of people are they? Anti‑socialists?"

"They're environmentalists."

Hugh: "?"

"You think that's unreasonable?" Mu Ru restarted the car, inching forward while dodging a line of protesters crossing the road, "They believe that Iron Tomb sparking an anti‑organic war is a good thing—though it would shut down Earth's technology, it would also completely eliminate all industrial pollution on the planet. No factories, no cars, no plastic, no carbon emissions. Even the polar bears of the Arctic and the penguins of Antarctica would love it."

"As long as Earth returns to a primitive state, there'll be no more rockets or missiles, and the Marine Life Protection Association won't have to worry about whether the sonic booms from rocket launches affect seal reproduction."

Hugh didn't quite understand, but he was deeply shaken.

"Of course, there are still others." Mu Ru gestured to another group beside the street, "They're also the 'Welcome Iron Tomb' crowd, but they differ from the environmentalists: they believe Iron Tomb's birth is the 'Judgment Day' foretold in the scriptures, when God will judge all humanity justly on that day and decide each person's eternal fate."

"Do they see Iron Tomb as… 'God'?" Hugh chose his words carefully, finding it hard to link a monster whose head is like a Thus: Black Hole with the idea of a deity.

"More precisely, it's the 'tool' God uses to carry out judgment; they loudly proclaim that Iron Tomb will send the world to doom, while God, in the end times, will sit before the white throne and judge each person's deeds justly."