Chapter 155
[Taiping Wen Shu - Yang - Doumi Fu]
[Taiping Wen Shu - Yin - Void Cutter]
Hebe can freely change the order in which these three spells are cast, but once set, it cannot be changed.
However, when she did this, one could faintly sense a certain "emotion" in the Taiping Wenshu Yin-Yang Pills.
The girl blinked her deep green eyes and smiled at Yin-Yang Twin Pills, saying, "If I learn these 3,650 Wild Arts sooner, could you two return to Your Empress's side sooner?"
The two pills that combined to form the Taiping Wen Shu were stunned for a moment, and then began to shake wildly.
Hebe laughed: Just as I thought.
The Taiping Wen Shu) is indeed alive, just like Medea and Van Gogh, and they were bestowed upon themselves by pearls, which, in the Cathay language, means "descending to earth to undergo tribulations."
It seems that Pearl, or rather, the Named Attendant under Pearl, Yan Gong, has indeed imposed an invisible constraint on them: if Hebe does not learn their magic, these two Yang Pills will not be able to escape.
Hebe smiled and said, "In that case, please select some spells that can be applied to other situations or learned by analogy, to replace those repetitive and unrepresentative spells... This will be convenient for both of you."
After all, you don't want to never be able to go back to the Water Palace Immortal Class, right?
The two dumplings "looked at each other," and then the second "purification of rice" slowly disappeared, replaced by new characters.
[Taiping Wen Shu - Yin - Six Ding Soldiers and Horses]!
After Hebe selected the order, the two balls became lazy again, swirling around Hebe like languid asteroids.
Hebe also found that although the two pills were alive, they did not possess high intelligence.
If I had to put it in a way, they were like two rudimentary artificial intelligences, only reacting to things related to the "Taiping Wen Shu). They showed absolutely no awareness or response to Hebe's Secret History Simulator.
Just as Hebe was about to close the Secret History Simulator, some more text appeared on the interface.
"The Lostbelt [Golden Grand Symphony of Fate: The Utopia Above the High Seas] has been completed. This Lostbelt belongs to the Second, Third, and Fourth Histories."
It's getting longer and longer... Hebe thought to herself.
The Eastern Lostbelt belongs to the Third and Fourth Histories because Hebe traveled through three different points in time within this Lostbelt.
The Atlantis Lostbelt can be divided into the Second, Third, and Fourth Histories? Even Rome... wait, Rome?
Hebe frowned in surprise and doubt: Could it be that the histories of Atlantis and Rome have been merged?
She had never been so eager to know what changes had occurred in history.
"The current Lostbelt Epilogue has been saved. You can click to view it if needed."
There's a follow-up talk? So formal? Hebe raised an eyebrow and clicked to enter.
[Postscript 1: The Naiad Cross]
"We will remember the oath of our teacher and our Ismara, and we will guard the foundation of Mycenae."
"We will not be swayed by sweet temptations, nor will we forget the heavy responsibility that weighs on our shoulders."
"We are the last guardians of Atlantis, and the last free people of Mycenae."
After the Pure Water Spirit and the flag bearers traveled south, the Mycenae philosophers would solemnly swear an oath with the newly joined members.
After the tides submerged all the land, only scattered islands remained in Atlantis. The Grand Symphony stabilized the Water and Soil, but it was destined to collapse in the future.
We were once lost in unrealistic fantasies and lost hope for the future, until the King showed us the way forward and told us to hold fast in Mycenae.
The banner of victory is flying south; we must dare to face all loneliness.
There are no privileged treatments here, and sometimes they fantasize about the prosperity of Ys.
But scholars still sincerely hope that Atlantis will once again move towards a peaceful future.
In this way, their sacrifices and perseverance will be rewarded, and their research into history, predictions of the future, and writings about the past will have meaning.
This will become a teaching passed down through generations of Watchers, as ever-flowing as water.
"If everything is as the Prophetess Sibyl foretold, and the flood will overturn everything... then we will fight with a sense of mission and happiness to reclaim the future that belongs to civilization."
But the waves swallowed everything in silence, and all the philosophers and disciples were buried to the bottom of the sea overnight.
A branch of the Golden Tree fell here and transformed into a mineral vein that emitted a strange light. Although there was no fire there, it was extremely bright.
With ideals and a vision for the future in their hearts, they were buried underwater along with the books they had compiled, until the golden ocean currents passed by and embraced all the living beings who had once been human.
It wasn't until some years later that scholars from Agor arrived here and retrieved all the books left behind by their ancestors.
It wasn't until some years later that the scholars of Agor considered themselves successors of the Narcissus Cross Academy.
That ideal from long ago is finally shining brightly in the new civilization.
Spanning three historical periods and over two thousand years, the fledgling organization of yesteryear has now become an enduring monument to Agor.
Epilogue Part 2: The Hero's Sword
The legendary sword is said to be able to slay evil dragons, and it is inlaid with a precious pearl.
Buried beneath the walls of Athens for a long time, it still retains its resounding character.
During the years when Mycenae was repeatedly ravaged by Ysus, heroes emerged one after another in the so-called barbaric North, stepping forward to face the danger.
Among the many who resisted, there was a young hero wielding a sword, born in the far north and lost amidst the waves of the sea.
"I am the daughter of the north wind and the frozen earth and snow, and there is not a drop of weak blood in my body."
"My husband died on the battlefield, and my children also died by Ys's Sword."
"Now that so many warriors of the North are risking their lives for the battlefield, how can the King of the Northern Territory stand idly by?"
"I have witnessed too many calamities and personally experienced the tragedy of losing loved ones and having family members torn apart."
"If war is inevitable and the North is doomed, then let all the bloodshed and sacrifice begin with me."
A woman named Boudica took up her husband's sword and drove her chariot into battle.
Having made up her mind that she would never die peacefully on her bed, the jewel on the hilt of her sword gleamed brightly.
"With a wave of his hand, he slays the metal-bodied golems, and with a majestic war song, he obscures the sunlight."
"She bled to her death before us, warriors, you should rush to the battlefield like Boudica!"
The warriors of the North sang their praises to their queen, but the one who sang the song never returned.
Boudica's sword was picked up by a warrior Gilles, who wore it at his waist.
Later, Gilles also died a heroic death in the battle beneath the walls of Athens, his blood hot and fiery.
[Epilogue Part 3: Distant Stars on the Ice Plains]
"The Sibyl prophesied that everything would sink into the deep waters, and all the happiness of Atlantis would cease to exist."
"I will save everything, so that all sacrifices will cease and all happiness will be restored."
"Only in this way can the Pure Water Spirit named Ismara be prevented from vanishing into the deep waters..."
"She will be in danger and will survive. The day and the sun will not harm her, nor the night and the moon."
The grand Grand Symphony will eventually come to its destined end, and on the ruins of the old world's decline, those who remain steadfast in their principles will make their vows.
This oath once belonged to Flag Bearer named Jeanne, who united the northern kingdoms against the Ys City when the Song of Harmonious Glory resounded.
Legend has it that her homeland was destroyed in the wrath of the Grand Harmonizer, and the legion from the Golden City enslaved and slaughtered all her relatives, with only two people managing to escape such a fate.
One man struggles desperately amidst the flames of war, while the other is blessed by the waters.
Even though they are descendants of the same hometown, the flow of fate will eventually separate them.
Just like duckweed on water, it will eventually scatter in all directions.
Following the guidance of destiny, the tenacious flag bearer resolutely embarked on his journey and reunited with his old friend once again.
But amidst the melody that High Sea Boiling, her old friend had already passed away.
"How can I save Atlantis? How can I save this declining world?"
"All the achievements I have made seem to be in vain."
"O wise and insightful Prophetess Sibyl, please reveal to me—what will become of Isu's future?"
In the morning light that enveloped the Ys City, the flag bearer's earnest prayers moved the prophet.
So Sybil promised Jeanne that all her sins would be forgiven if she rang the Bell of Ys.
As Sibyl knew, that noble resolve was the very foundation upon which history was built.
Then the bells rang out from the roots of the Golden Tree, and the Grand Symphony came to an abrupt end.
Thus, the pure Fleur-de-lis Banner was stained with pitch black, and the long ascetic journey began.
Until everything was destroyed in the wrath of the King of Forging Stars, history repeated itself—
So everything is as you know it.
Flames raged across the icy plains, yet the spring remained calm and still under the protection of the remnants of the Golden Tree.
Jeanne stood with her arms outstretched, like a cross on the silent ice field.
The firelight swirled around her fingertips and brushed against the girl's trembling arms.
Flames climbed up her frost-covered eyebrows and eyes, scorching her flesh, skin, and bones.
Ultimately, the flames penetrated deep into the spirit body, igniting everything that could be used as fuel.
She burned calmly and silently, while pain rampaged wildly and violently within her.
However, they all vanished in an instant, leaving only a blazing heat.
The flames burned quietly and persistently, fueled by her body. The world was a silent vacuum, with only the faint glow of the fire flickering on the lifeless ice field.
Forty years later, Joan of Arc awoke from her coma, a pale fire burning silently on her body.
This world is completely dead; in a near-vacuum environment, the temperature can no longer drop.
Ice and fire coexist peacefully.
Let's go then.
Now that everything has settled down, she has nothing left to do but move forward.
Thus, carrying the spark of hope that had been bought with all her might, Joan of Arc stepped into even deeper darkness.
Time began to flow silently.
Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, fifty years... a hundred years pass in the blink of an eye. As the flames continue to burn, time seems to lose its meaning.
Along the way, Joan of Arc witnessed many solemn and cruel scenes.
Those dreams that were once brimming with glory and happiness have become nothing but ruins.
Those towering golems wielding greatswords no longer house human souls.
Should she continue? Joan of Arc asked herself.
Of course I'll leave.
She had grown accustomed to loneliness and to perseverance... Since she was still alive, there was no reason not to continue.
The flames were still burning, and Joan of Arc began to recall the past, remembering many things Hebe had said to her. These memories surfaced and then vanished—they were thrown into the flames and burned like fuel.
Joan of Arc thought to herself, "She really is someone who loves the wind."
So she silently walked into the next desolate area.
Two hundred years have passed.
Most of the city of Atlantis was swept into the water by the giant waves, but the extreme cold arrived too quickly, and some ruins were frozen before they could be completely submerged.
As Joan of Arc walked through the ruins of these cities, she gradually recalled some memories, which were quickly burned away.
The flames burned quietly.
She stayed here for perhaps five years, perhaps ten... When she left, only the crackling sound of flames burning her body remained—the only, stubborn melody on the icy plains.
Since she is still alive, we must move forward.