Xing and March 7th stopped Dan Heng's dangerous remarks in time, and the three of them spent the rare free time in peace.
Not long ago, the Garden of Life
Tribbie closed the book and murmured, "And so, Okhema spent a long day."
"People come and people leave, just like every day of this journey, we move forward amidst stumbles and falls."
People were prepared that if they wanted to chase the flames, they had to get used to saying goodbye. But...
"Back then, no one could have predicted..." His tone gradually turned sorrowful, as if he were foreseeing what would soon follow:
The inky black of night bathed the valley in a gentle, deep blue hue. The wind carried the fragrance of evening blossoms across the sea of flowers, and countless petals trembled in the darkness, as if awakened to breathe.
Castorice sat in the most abundant spot among the flowers, her purple hair like silk ribbons soaked in moonlight, adorned with delicate floral crowns, and her butterfly-wing-like skirt cascading down, blending into a hazy purple mist with the surrounding blossoms.
She looked up, her pale pink eyes reflecting the shimmering light of the stream, her long eyelashes casting soft shadows beneath them.
With a slight lift of Castorice fingertips, a golden butterfly of light fluttered from her palm, trailing delicate, shimmering tails, weaving a gentle net of light in the night.
"Death... it always arrives so suddenly, yet leaves an indelible mark."
The light butterfly swirled around her fingertips, its flickering light landing on her hair and the hem of her skirt, as if lingering over the last moments of warmth.
The shimmering butterfly phantom was none other than Xing, who had fallen into her arms and whose body was gradually dissipating.
Even Nameless from outer space cannot escape the clutches of death. And in that trial of "death," what do people gain and lose...?
Castorice watched the luminous butterflies drift away into the distance, the sound of the flowing stream mingled with the fragrance of flowers, and a sigh was blended into the night.
"Far heavier than 'life'."
The light butterfly gradually drifted away, disappearing into the deeper valley, while she remained sitting there, letting the evening breeze carry petals onto her shoulders.
"Just as the prophecy foretold for Castorice's destiny..."
In the scene, it seems that the Castorice wants to carve this last moment of tenderness into the sea of flowers in the eternal night, as the softest thought it leaves for the world before parting.
"At the end of the sea of flowers, the souls of the living will warm your fingertips..."
"After the embrace, comes an ' Eternity ' separation."
after a while...
[Get up! Get up!]
Cloud Stone Heavenly Palace, Star's Private Bath Palace
Xing suddenly woke up from the bed, instinctively took out the mimicry baseball bat, and looked around warily.
"I... I'm dead?!"
Afterwards, Xing sensed her physical condition and found that her limbs and facial features were still her own and there was nothing wrong with her.
But... that "precognitive dream" was really strange. How did I end up in Castorice's arms?
Logically speaking, having received the blessing of " Eternity," she should already be "immortal."
"Forget it, let's not dwell on internal conflicts."
Xing then took out a cup of milk tea and drank it right there... Mmm~ It tastes just like before!
"On another note, Tribios's memories reveal the origin of the original prophecy..."
"Everyone will part from one person, but that person will witness miracles; it is the will of fate..."
"If we accept Oronyx's trial, will the prophecy also come true for March 7th?"
Xing had to start thinking; her situation was truly unique. She had participated in the " Strife " trial, but even the " Eternity " special edition had not received any prophecies about herself.
Sigh~ There are so many questions that need answering right now. I can only wait until Ye Yan appears next time. Xing is very Curiosity, what exactly has Ye Yan been working on for so long?
Meanwhile, the Chrysos Heirs' Baths
Aglaea turned around and found that Castorice had already come up behind her. She smiled slightly.
"It's you, Butterfly. I've finished reading the books you lent me the other day, so I'm returning them to you."
Castorice took the book. "I thought you hadn't had time to read lately."
"I've been quite busy lately, so I finished reading it as soon as possible."
"Won't you read even slower if you're in trouble?"
"When people know they don't have much time left, they always manage to break through constraints. The constant stream of problems, ironically, makes my reading efficiency exceptional."
"Indeed." Castorice nodded. "I recall my time studying at the Grove. Whenever there was an exam, when I should have been focused on studying, the miscellaneous tasks I usually didn't have time for would suddenly become clear and organized."
"I remember you and Phainon were both disciples of the ' School of Wisdom Seeds.' That Anaxa's test, I suppose, was as unreasonable as he is, wasn't it?"
" At that Teacher Anaxa taught... Introduction to Alchemy and History of Mythology. To be honest, these were the two courses that students feared the most," Castorice replied.
"It's naturally frightening to have history taught by a blasphemous ' Grand Performer '."
"Looking back, there were often people who rushed onto the stage to argue with him and refute his impious views."
Castorice looked at Aglaea and asked, "Lady Aglaea, has your relationship with Teacher Anaxa always been like this?"
"He openly disregards people's beliefs and questions the legitimacy of the Flame-Chase mission. My stance is irreconcilable with his. You must have heard of his nickname when you were studying there, right?"
Castorice remained silent for a long while, then said, "... The Earth Beast in Fine Clothes."
"In my opinion, this statement is actually quite unfriendly to the Earth Beast. But setting aside his unbearable arrogance, I respect his true nature as a scholar."
"He was not afraid to defy the world for what he believed in, which requires determination," Aglaea commented. " Anaxagoras's life was like an irony."
"He is Chrysos Heirs, yet he refuses to heed Prophecy; he is disrespectful to the gods..."
Castorice followed her words and said, "... but the gods chose him."
"That's right. Cerces chose him. Do you have any doubts, Butterfly?"
Aglaea noticed the subtle change in Castorice's expression. "The golden thread trembled; the atmosphere doesn't seem like idle chatter."
"I'd like to know, what are your plans for him next?"
"He played a crucial role in the battle against the Flame Reaver, and I'm willing to step back and give him time to find a way to remove the Core Flame."
"But if something unexpected happens at that Anaxa, and a decision is made that could harm us... I will not hesitate to use extreme measures."
" Flame-Chase is the destiny of the Chrysos Heirs. He looks like a corpse now, and given his lofty pride... I believe Anaxagoras will make a dignified choice."
"Perhaps when teachers know they don't have much time left, they can break through the constraints."
"I understand you have your own ideas. Let's discuss them in detail at another time."
Aglaea turned her head. "But right now, I'm too bored to entertain the guests."
Following Aglaea's gaze, Xing and March 7th had arrived at the Chrysos Heirs' Baths in time. Don't worry about how they got there; just ask about the " Flipping Coin " divine power!
"This moment has finally arrived..." March 7th said, feigning seriousness.