Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 669: The So-called Bloodline Is Insignificant

"Saint... If that's the case, why don't you change to an obedient Saint?"

Inside the temple hall, the waiter spoke respectfully.

If the saint is no longer used by the holy city and no longer responds to the people's prayers, then what is the meaning of the name of the saint?

But it is just an excuse for existence in name only.

The saint gazed at the mural of the sky outlined by the colored windows high in the hall and spoke slowly: "Why do you think she is the only saint and the others are not?"

Too stupid idea...

The people of Thethys had not witnessed the birth of a miracle for so long that they thought that the gods were just ancient rumors and that the saint was just selected from the priests within the holy city.

That is why it is even more foolish that people have forgotten how the Saint appeared in the first place.

"Do you think Saint is just a title?"

The saint even found this absurd and ridiculous. After all, even the clergy of the holy city now have such thoughts, so it is no wonder that the people understand it this way.

It doesn't matter who is behind the saint's mask. As long as you wear the saint's crown, you can bring a new golden moon to Thethys... Such an idea is extremely stupid.

"Saint! You have seen that the Saint used to come back two or three times a week, but she has hardly ever returned to the Holy City in the past year!"

Although the waiter was dissatisfied, what he said was true.

At first, Annie cooperated with the ceremony with no expression on her face, but later she simply refused to return to the Holy City. No one knew where the great Saint Lady had gone.

The guards and priests had no way to deal with this. The status of the saint was transcendent, and theoretically no one in the entire Thethys was qualified to order her around.

In the eyes of the waiter, the saint is just a symbol, equivalent to the person to whom they pray. No matter who comes, it will not have any impact. After all, what if the saint behind the mask is a man?

What people value is never the saint, but the salvation and hope that the saint represents.

But unfortunately...

The Holy City had never conducted any so-called selection of saints, and saints were never chosen from among the Tethys.

Instead, after the ceremony, a new Saint will be sent down by the gods, and only the Saint knows who is who. Although the Saint who appears each time looks the same, they are by no means the same individual.

The saint not only possesses the power of gods, but also has her own mission.

Or perhaps saving Thethys was just a matter of convenience and was never the real purpose of the Saint's coming.

“Sir Saint——!”

"If the Saint fulfills her duty once again, not only will the people's faith... but also Tethys will be destroyed!"

The waiter shouted at the top of his lungs, saying that even if it would violate the laws of the Holy City today, he had to say that the current Saint was not worthy of the position of Saint.

For the future of Tethys, we must save the future with only Silver Moon at all costs!

The waiter's body suddenly became distorted, and silvery sea water gushed out of his eye sockets, ears, and mouth. He gradually turned into an unspeakable nightmare.

"Falling into an omen..."

The saint sighed softly. The doomsday as predicted in the prophecy was gradually being realized, as if no matter how much effort people made, it would be of no avail.

Rather than being a prophecy from the gods, it was Tethys' destined fate.

The reason why fate is fate is that it can never be changed.

The waiter's body twisted and disintegrated, and silver sea water gushed out of his body, spreading on the ground into a silver tide.

The evil omen that was prophesied to devour Tethys would be born from the body of a human being.

When doubt erodes faith and despair overwhelms hope, the twisted omen will crawl out of the cracks in people's hearts and drag the world into an endless tide.

And when the tides converge into the "sea"——

This is the moment when the end comes.

"Is it possible that she is the only one who can save Tethys?"

"The Holy City... never really looked upon mortals!"

A broken roar came from the abyss of ominous omen, and the silver tide surged, gradually condensing into a vague human figure.

"you are wrong."

The saint stood up slowly, his eyes remained calm, "It has nothing to do with blood, any memory is worth remembering, until -"

Memories condense into an ocean, transforming into a brand new road in the universe, opening up infinity in a limited future.

The so-called bloodline is nothing but a self-deceiving shackle, and the person who can truly cut through the sky has already been holding the golden holy sword and standing under the silver moon.

The saint raised his hand, and the eternal moonlight flowed in his palm.

Even if the price is to bet on the fate of the entire Tethys——

The tide of the end must also be cut off.

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...

"Huh? It's so heavy!"

Annie opened her eyes wide in surprise. The iron sword that she could easily lift with one hand fell heavily on the grass, making a visible dent.

The sudden change in weight made it difficult for her to adapt.

"I replaced the iron sword with a steel sword."

Under the shade of a tree, An Ming, who was doing push-ups, took the time to answer. As the time for the ceremony was getting closer, he became more strict with himself.

"Why are you working so hard..."

Annie was still wearing the pure white dress. She squatted in front of An Ming and looked at his forehead which was covered with sweat. A trace of heartache flashed in her eyes.

Of course she knew why An Ming did this.

But that is the mission of the saint after all, and it is also her innate duty.

No matter what...Annie didn't want An Ming to bear that pain. This was the last year anyway, and she was much better than An Ming no matter what.

As the big sister, of course she has to protect her younger brothers!

"By the way," Annie's eyes suddenly lit up, and she leaned closer with her hands on her cheeks, "You haven't finished telling the ending of the last novel."

The girl's fingertips unconsciously rolled up the lace edge of her skirt, and her tone was filled with unconcealable curiosity.

"You think, after a grand escape into the sunshine, there must be a romantic ending, right?"

"Um..."

An Ming adjusted his breathing, finished his push-up training and stood up. "I'll tell you later."

"But you haven't even said what 'Aini' means!" The girl puffed up her cheeks, and her long silver hair swayed slightly as she moved angrily.

She thought that An Ming owed more and more debts, and it was obvious that he was deliberately keeping her in suspense.

"Aini."

"When you know the answer..." An Ming paused, his voice gentler than usual, "I have a surprise for you."

Aini blinked and asked curiously: "Surprise?"

"Well," An Ming held Annie's hand, his eyes falling on her long eyelashes, "You will definitely like it."

"I like anything you prepare."

A smile appeared on Annie's lips. She obviously cherished every minute with An Ming, but why did she still hope that time could pass more slowly at this time?

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holy city.

An Ming returned to the foot of the holy city again.

The last time he came here, he was escorted to the prison by the guards, but now, he came here again on his own initiative.

Annie would think that he was just going out of town to explore as usual, but she didn't know that this exploration was just a lie.

The place An Ming really wanted to go was the highest point of the mountain range, where the silver-white holy city stood, emitting holy light under the cover of the blue moon.

When the guards saw An Ming, they did not stop him, but made way for him. The road to the holy city was so tortuous and winding that it would probably take an ordinary person several days to reach the end.

He came to meet someone.

The reason for the birth of the Holy City was the Holy Maiden, and the reason why the Holy City has been able to survive to this day and continue to grow is because of the Saint who never reveals his true face.

The Holy City was born because of the Holy Maiden, but it continued because of the Saint. The Holy Maiden was the spiritual pillar of Tethys, and the Saint was the cornerstone that made this city-state stand firm for countless five years.

Just as An Ming had seen with his own eyes, even if Aini never returned to the Holy City, the Saint would never use force to force her.

Thethys is getting closer and closer to the predicted end, and the saints know that this is just the inevitable future, a turbulent period in the long river of destiny.

"An Ming."

The language used in that letter was the language of Blue Star.

"I'll wait for you at the top of the holy city."

The handwriting looked particularly familiar.

So An Ming decided to go there in person, to the highest temple in the holy city, to meet the saint in person.

The text of Blue Star should only be known by him and Annie. No third person in the world of Star Railway will know it, unless that person is also a traveler from Blue Star.

But how is this possible?

He had to go and confirm it in person no matter what, even though the possibility was almost zero.

The road to the holy city is indeed long and far, but for An Ming today, it is no longer the insurmountable chasm that it seemed at the beginning.

He maintained a steady and high speed, and now he could reach this speed even without the guards chasing him.

An Ming set out in the early morning under the light of the blue moon and finally reached the highest point of the holy city in the evening under the glow of the silver moon. Standing at the highest point of the mountain, he could even overlook the entire town.

An Ming could still barely make out the general location of the wooden house. He thought that he had prepared lunch and dinner in advance when he left, so Annie only needed to heat them up a little. She shouldn't be stupid enough to wait for him to come back hungry to eat together.

The temple was within reach, and the towering dome seemed to pierce through the night sky and connect with the silver moon hanging high in the sky. Under the moonlight, the holy city guards wearing silver armor stood silently, staring at An Ming with cold eyes.

The heavy and majestic door slowly opened to both sides, and the magnificent hymn echoed in my ears. The touching melody seemed to be able to soothe the anxiety in my heart.

The moment An Ming stepped into the temple, the huge door behind him closed silently, completely blocking out the light from the outside world.

Now, he only has one choice left: to move forward.

At the end of the temple, on the high seat.

The saint wearing a silver-white mask slowly stood up, and the moonlight shone through the stained glass of the dome, casting a broken silver moon glow.

"first meet..."

His voice sounded strangely familiar to An Ming, yet strange at the same time. "Or rather, we meet again."

When the saint slowly took off his silver-white mask, it seemed as if all the blood in An Ming's body froze instantly.

"An Ming."

There is indeed no third person who knows about Blue Star. The one who took off the mask... was An Ming himself.

"In Thetis's original memory, there was no such moment when you and I met, so I don't need to continue to 'play' the role of a saint."

The saint spoke very quickly, as if there was an invisible countdown urging him to finish the conversation as soon as possible. "This is the only chance among countless reincarnations, the way to save everyone—"

“At the end of countless times, this is a story that you started yourself.”

There were vicissitudes of life spanning countless time and space in the saint's eyes, but he knew that this was the last chance and the last simulation.

Only at this moment can we break this endless cycle and find a way to save everyone outside the story.

and so.

"Go burn!"

Let your life, soul, and everything that belongs to "An Ming" burn at this moment to create a future where everyone can be saved.

Only by betting everything that belongs to An Ming can he save her.

"Who exactly are you..." An Ming frowned. The person in front of him clearly did not look like him, but from his soul he could believe that the saint was himself.

It is nothing more than the self who has experienced the entire past of Tethys.

But why did he become a saint, and what was the meaning of all that he traveled through? Countless confusions emerged in An Ming's mind. What is the truth about Thethys?

"You have to remember the other me."

The saint looked at An Ming calmly, because he knew that as long as it was An Ming's words, there would be no problem.

“First, never give up hope until the end.”

“Second, the answer is within you.”

"third……"

Countless memories flashed through the saint's eyes, and finally transformed into these final words: "We must stop Aini."

There was clearly no wind, but the next moment, the door of the temple suddenly opened, as if an invisible gaze was remembering all that was inevitable in history.

The saint put on his mask again and returned to his previous attitude. "Traveler, do you know why the Holy City still gives you a chance? You have committed too many sins."

An Ming still stood there, digesting in his mind what the saint had just said. Annie once told him that the mission and duty of the saint in Tethys was to remember, but the saint had said before that "in Tethys' memory there was no moment when they met."

So the saint...that is, myself, found this only opportunity from the gap in memory and told him the three most important things.

But what does it mean to stop Aini? Shouldn't he save Aini?

An indescribable sense of absurdity suddenly arose. In a trance, An Ming seemed to see countless presents, and each present moment made the same decision in the end.

The feeling is like a moment of daze, when you suddenly realize that everything in front of you seems to have happened before and is being clearly replayed in front of you.

People usually call this phenomenon "déjà vu", but in An Ming's eyes it seems like the same reincarnation over and over again.

An Ming and others made the same choice and headed towards a destined ending.

You make up for it!