Chapter 1465

Heichi that blots out the sky surrounds the city walls; the defending soldiers are covered in wounds, when suddenly a melodious zither sound rises — a lone swordsman overturns the enemy waves.

The melody flows from between the blades, breaking the formation like a sailfish piercing the ocean. When the final evil beast is toppled, it shatters into fragmented notes amidst the sword blossoms, yet not a drop of blood stains the frost‑edged blade.

"My subordinates are as numerous as the sea, but I lack a sword‑banner to display my might." The commander reaches out, inviting the performer to come together.

A stray fish, catching a glimmer of light, will tilt its fins and swim toward the brightness.

The swordsman places his hand on the commander's, as if gently laying down the hilt of a sharp blade.

When her waves quench the holy city's warfire, and a golden name is carved into the stone pillar, the former commander is crowned king.

"Haisè Yin, valiant and skilled in battle, meritorious in leading troops, is granted the title 'Sword‑Banner'; let us all strive together!"

At the postwar banquet, Zhiyuan crafts her splendid attire, and the commander fills her cup with honeyed brew.

Comrades bearing golden blood encircle her, cheering her new title, urging her to play the most beautiful song.

Candlelight and jade nectar sway together, while the sword at her side and her voice resonate in unison.

Yet no one knows that it originally is a lonely melody from the deep sea.

……

The revelry continued for a long time —

Until, a conspiratorial whisper was buried in the song. Until, a death‑struggle's roar fell within the melody.

Legend says that those who bear the pillar will ultimately return to where the pillar stands.

He who tugs at the earth will sink among the mountains; he who mends day and night will remain forever on the horizon. And she, once again returns to the black sea, and she, once again sings alone.

Bearing an overflowing ocean, the old festivities merely ripple as faint wine flowers at the bottom of the cup.

……

Many years later, the tune once played by the swordsman resounds in the holy city, performed by later generations. People come to know that the Demigod of the Ocean is a noble title.

She possesses peerless swordsmanship, and also a timeless ballad.

But she has long since vanished; banquet guests occasionally mention her, only as a toast‑time prayer —

"Haisè Yin who plays the waves, may we enjoy a night of revelry!"

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Death God.

"The Three Titans of the Pillars will ultimately return to where the pillars stand; it seems that the fate of the golden heirs in the prophecy is not only shown in the prophecy itself, but also foreshadowed in other legends of Wengfalusi."

Although everything had already been foreshadowed, Heiqí Yīhù still couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity.

Danheng can also manipulate the spirit water of Fajina; from a certain perspective, his affinity with the "Ocean" fire seed is also quite high. Must it be that in every lifetime, Haisè Yin must inherit the Demigod's position? If in this lifetime Danheng becomes the Demigod of the Ocean, would the outcome between Haisè Yin and Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output keludela be different?

"Jingshang, what do you think… after Xing enters a new reincarnation, letting Danheng become the Demigod of the Ocean, how would that be?"

"Eh… why would you think that?"

"Because Danheng grasps the power of the Longzun, and also has considerable experience in controlling water; perhaps he would be more suitable than Haisè Yin." Seeing his wife earnestly pondering the idea he had just raised, Yihù went along and continued, "But most importantly, I think doing this could help Haisè Yin break free from her fixed fate, after all, in thirty million lifetimes she has personally slain the Kaisa……"

"I understand your point, Yihù, but I don't think it's necessary." Jingshang shook his head calmly, saying, "Performing the duties of the Ocean's divine office isn't necessarily something Danheng could do better than Haisè Yin; if this notion arises merely because Danheng comes from beyond the heavens, I consider it arrogance."

"Moreover, in my view, whether Danheng can replace Haisè Yin or not, Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output keludela's choice will not change, nor will her sacrifice. Their prophecies are like a snake biting its own tail; as long as Kaisa cannot escape the fate of death, Haisè Yin will never attain a happy ending."

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Upon first entering the scorching current, the swordsman sees a vibrant school of fish. She is already familiar with Kaisa's treacherous ploys; the dull countenance of the giant beast is also routine for her.

The grace of Yin Feng and the warmth of Ye Shi make her feel like she's basking in a spring breeze.

Duan Feng longs for the king, Dong Lin enjoys sparring, and at times this leaves her at a loss.

Occasionally, the swordsman succumbs to hesitation; even the messenger of fate struggles to draw a smile from her. Until one day, a bubble of a golden trout drifts into her dim waters.

That is the holy city adorned with golden figs, where the messenger of fate leads a girl in splendid attire.

"Heh, what strange attire are you wearing?" the girl giggles, covering her mouth. The messenger tugs at her clothes: "Ya, you must not be rude!"

"You spoiled little fish… do you know there's still sweet jam stuck at the corner of your mouth?"

The messenger's eyes widen: "Ya, you're sneaking food again!"

"How dare you tattle—this grudge… we'll meet again!" the girl skips away.

The swordsman presses her lips and smiles faintly; at some point, her hesitation has already vanished.

Since their first meeting, the girl in splendid attire has often come to bother her.

"Did you truly come from the Nethersea, washing your feet? The people of the Ocean, is their clothing always this strange?"

The swordsman neither drives her away nor speaks; the girl then proceeds to measure her build meticulously.

"How can anyone bear to look at this…… I'll pick a day to bring you a new outfit!"

At the banquet several days later, the swordsman appears in splendid attire; everyone marvels at her beauty, only Kaisa clicks his tongue in amazement.

"How rare… you, this lone sword‑banner."

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Honkai 3.

"Is this the child Aglaea? She's no different from the lively girls in the holy city."

Paoduo carefully observes Aglaea; at this time she looks no older than a fourteen‑ or fifteen‑year‑old blossom, her features not yet fully unfolded, yet the beauty of the future "Aohema's First Beauty" already begins to show.

All the more rare is the liveliness in the girl's eyes—Aglaea, whose gaze is still bright, resembles a fledgling hawk just left the nest, finding everything fresh—something that will completely vanish from her face later on.

"Heh, the child Aglaea is somewhat like the Baiè that Xing first encountered upon arriving in Wengfalusi."

The scene before her inevitably makes Yidian recall the previous incarnation. Yet after witnessing the fates of two generations of Aglaea with her own eyes, and then looking upon the radiant, golden‑haired girl in the sky, a weighty feeling presses into Yidian's eyes, sinking the faint ease she had barely managed to raise.

"Yeah, the leader of the Scorching Flame is not born a leader; she is forged into sharpness only after enduring countless losses." Kaiwen said in a low voice, "This period is probably the most unforgettable chapter of Aglaea's life."