Chapter 1425: Weng Falos 3.5 (455)

"Hey! How can you comfort someone!" Nanaqi glared angrily at Leige, then quickly wrapped her fluffy little hands around Liko.

"I was just speaking the truth..." Leige muttered softly, "This place is only a 'Time' maze; we still don't know what the real Weng Falos looks like. Moreover, this life surprisingly has no 'Time' Demigod, which means the Long Night Moon... she is the Titan."

"Long Night Moon... does she imitate Sanyueqi's appearance or directly occupy Sanyueqi's body?"

At the thought of that woman with blood‑red eyes, Nanaqi felt a chill down her spine. She had never imagined that one day the delicate, cute face of Sanyueqi would give her such a cold feeling...

If she is using Sanyueqi's body, what exactly did she go through to become like this?

Nanaqi always feels that Little March, after entering Weng Falos, retained all her experiences, yet she doesn't know why Weng Falos has no trace of her at all—it's strange...

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"After all, the New World will be born from your 'Memory'. The story's protagonist... must never be absent."

Xing nodded, and only now does she truly feel the pressure that was on Bai E's shoulders back then.

"I will take all of you to the New World."

"I believe Xing will never disappoint… as always." Xilian turned to look at the KefaLe behind her, "Do you remember, when Bai E sent us back to the starting point, Xing and I also went through a parting. But in the end, we still reunited with you, bringing all our past with us."

"'Memory' is like that. In the long river of time it may wear down, may dissipate, but it never leaves. When a small corner of the heart is awakened, recollection will surely reappear in a more beautiful form."

"So, don't worry. Let the '33550337th Fire Pursuit Journey' also become part of Xing. With the experience from last time, we're much more proficient now. Next, Xing will head to Stikokisia, find the vortex entrance guarded by the Ocean Demigod, and then rush to the battlefield."

Sensing the sorrow in Xing's eyes, Xilian slowly walked toward her, soothing her in a gentle voice:

"Don't worry, I'm with you. All of us, together with Bai E... will be with the 'Savior'."

"Let's have a brief farewell, then set off, just as we promised when we started... discard unnecessary worries, pack our smiles and resolve, and carry them toward tomorrow ♪"

After speaking, Xilian's figure vanished with the wind, leaving only the past conversation between her and Feng Jin in the air.

"The final baton... I wonder how long you'll have to wait before it lands in your hands?"

"Any amount of time is fine, okay? After all, waiting is what we're best at. After thirty‑seven million ages, Xing finally descended to our side... so, waiting a little longer doesn't matter at all."

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Harry Potter.

In a corner of the study room, the three of them—Harry and the others—occupied a long table by the window, hunched over it copying notes.

"Hermione." Ron hid half his face behind the towering stack of books on his right, set his pen down after a short bout of copying, pulled a pre‑hidden sandwich from his clothes, satisfiedly shoved half of it into his mouth, chewing while lowering his voice, "Tell me... if Xing reaches Stikokisia and then finds she can't defeat Laigushi, what should we do?"

Hermione's pen tip abruptly halted, leaving a blot of ink on the parchment. She looked up and glared fiercely at Ron.

"Don't say defeatist words!"

"Aren't I just worried?" Ron said vaguely, "Laigushi is not only a genius but also a Herald; you know how tough those Heralds we've met before were to handle. He might just pull out some transformation device or weird gadget. Over here, Hai Se Yin and Xing are certainly powerful, but their methods are a bit one‑dimensional..."

He kept gaining momentum, not noticing that Hermione's complexion was darkening visibly to the naked eye.

"That guy can even swap one-for-one with Lady Black Tower... and that's Lady Black Tower! Does Xing dare claim she can swap one-for-one with her? These geniuses live longer and longer, becoming more monstrous, Laigushi—"

"Ron Weasley." Hermione set down her feather quill.

Ron swallowed the sandwich in his mouth, staring blankly at Hermione.

She raised a finger: "First, Laigushi is indeed a Herald, but it can also be trapped by tricks and a Rational Demigod. That means it's not invincible; as long as it's not invincible, there's a chance to win. I mentioned this to you before we came from the study room."

"But—"

"Second." Hermione raised another finger, "As you said, Laigushi can swap one-for-one with Lady Black Tower and mutually destroy, but that doesn't mean it will necessarily do so. It has its own plans and arrangements; if it dies, can it guarantee that Iron Tomb won't break out? In such a short time, Black Tower and Luosi Gumu have already rolled back Iron Tomb's progress by 2.98%; give them more time, and perhaps they could roll back even more."

"Third." Hermione raised her third finger, leaning slightly forward, a posture so imposing that Ron involuntarily leaned back, "Now is not the time for defeatist talk; Xing's victory or loss concerns the fate of the entire galaxy. If she wins, we gain safety; if she loses, Iron Tomb is born and we all suffer. All we can do is believe in her. Don't keep muttering 'what if we lose' all day!"

Ron opened his mouth, his face flushing bright red, muttering softly, "I... I... I'm just nervous."

"If you're nervous, copy the notes on relaxants from Chapter Three of 'Advanced Potion‑Making' again." Hermione thrust the thick book she was holding onto him, "This is a tough problem we'll face in the O. W. L. exam; copying the notes twice is better than you just..."

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"But, Xilian…"

"If in the end, you can't wait for that hero…"

Xing reached out, gripping tightly the ceremonial sword planted in the stone before her.

In a daze, a voice seemed to drift into reality. She saw, under the gentle sunlight, Feng Jin standing behind Xilian, gazing at her from afar.

"It won't happen."

Xilian placed her hand behind her back, and the "Memory" seemed to stretch her movement out, long and long. Sunlight slanted across, coating the girl's pink hair tips with a warm golden edge. Petals drifted from distant mountains, swaying in the wind, just as she once stood in Aolixie's wheat fields, waiting for Xing.

"Because I know. No matter how long ago… she will definitely return here."

"We must never let her down."

Xing pulled the ceremonial sword from her hand in one swift motion—

At the instant the blade separated from the stone fissure, a burst of golden light instantly enveloped her, then shot straight toward the heavens!

The dim cloud layer billowed like ripples under the strike of the light pillar, revealing the image of a celestial horse. Then another pillar of light descended from the sky, falling straight before Xing.

When she opened her eyes again, a radiant seven‑colored rainbow bridge already spanned before her, its arch winding out from beneath her feet like a brilliant ribbon stretching toward the endless horizon.