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In the vast desert.
Upon the scorching yellow sands.
Under the leadership of their chief, Old Eagle, the members of the Golden Sand Gang lay quietly in ambush in this endless sea of sand.
This job was said to be bigger than any before.
Old Eagle had received absolutely reliable intelligence.
A caravan arriving from afar was carrying the families of wealthy merchants and nobles, their wagons laden with gold and silver treasures.
If the information was accurate, then in about two ke's time, all of it would belong to them.
Soon enough.
At the very back of the group.
Old Eagle—his eyes sharp as a hawk's—gave the signal to hunt.
"They're here,"
someone muttered softly.
But as the target came into view—
Several of the sand bandits fell into a brief silence.
Besides the caravan itself,
inside one of the wagons not far away, a coffin stood upright in silence.
It was about the height of a person. The wood had been coated in glossy white paint, radiant and eye-catching, with elaborate patterns carved across its surface.
From the outside, the coffin appeared almost perfectly sealed—there wasn't a single visible gap along its body.
Several black leather straps were tightly wrapped around it, binding it firmly in place.
It seemed the coffin's owner had gone to great lengths to completely isolate whatever lay inside from the outside world.
And that owner happened to be standing right before it.
A blond, green-eyed man knelt on one knee beside the coffin, his long fingers tracing across its surface.
His movements were gentle, like a lover's caress—yet carried the weight of his entire being.
[This man personally crafted this coffin, allowing what lay within to transcend the mundane world and remain cut off from all existence.]
[It was also this very man who defied every law of the world, all to bring his beloved back to reality. Before his wish was fulfilled, he could not cast himself away from the mortal realm.]
[And so—amid the distant roars, shouts, and cries; amid the clash of blades—]
[The man did not move at all, seemingly unaware. As though everything other than this coffin had nothing to do with him.]
When Otto appeared on the screen,
everyone in the chat group froze in shock.
The Divine Land continent??
That was tens of thousands of miles away from Schicksal!
Otto… had actually carried Kallen's remains across such vast distances, all by himself, and arrived in the Divine Land?!
To search for the legendary method of resurrection possessed by immortals!
[Hu Tao: Th-this is a bit too…]
[Ningguang (29): Does a method for resurrection by immortals truly exist in this world?]
[Xianyun: If it really did, Otto wouldn't have been obsessed for so many years…]
[Tesla: How could something like that possibly exist…]
[Fu Hua: Indeed… such a technique does not exist. Otto is merely desperately trying every possible path.]
[March 7th: Like a drowning person grabbing onto anything they can?]
[Silver Wolf: Even something this vague and illusory, he's willing to try…]
[Furina: But Otto… has been pursuing this for over five hundred years! He must have tried every possible method by now?!]
Faced with this nebulous resurrection method supposedly held by immortals,
the superhuman beings all rationally judged its credibility to be extremely low. Fu Hua also spoke up to deny it.
Yet Otto's actions made it hard for anyone to truly criticize him…
After all…
Every drowning person
will desperately try to grasp onto something.
Otto was no different—
when despair was about to engulf him completely,
he desperately tried to seize every possible straw.
To resurrect Kallen!
Even five hundred years later—
Even after trying every scientific or unscientific method this world had to offer—
Otto still had not given up the search.
On screen,
hoofbeats rang out once more, wheels rumbling forward.
The merchants had become slaves, and the bandits their masters.
Old Eagle, despite winning a great victory, wore an expressionless face.
His mood should have been excellent—today's haul was a massive success, the seized goods worth tens of thousands.
But when he saw that Rakshasa man among the caravan,
from the very first glance,
a chill ran down Old Eagle's spine. His instincts screamed danger, warning him… this man was a calamity.
At the time,
the Rakshasa had been staying alone in one of the caravan's wagons, occupying an entire compartment by himself.
When Old Eagle lifted the curtain with his blade,
the Rakshasa was kneeling on one knee, speaking softly.
His tone was calm and gentle, as though giving instructions to a close companion.
Yet when Old Eagle looked around—
there was no one else in the wagon.
Only a coffin.
Only this man, and a coffin.
The man wasn't speaking the Rakshasa tongue. Old Eagle couldn't understand him.
But this eerie scene alone made sweat pour down his back.
He carefully examined this strange man conversing with a coffin: the Rakshasa looked about twenty years old, tall and slender, not particularly muscular.
He clearly had some foundation in martial arts, but was by no means an expert. His build wasn't that of an external cultivation master, and his breathing didn't match that of an internal cultivation expert either.
"Come out,"
Old Eagle said coldly.
Rakshasa ghosts were what he hated most. Encountering a coffin in broad daylight was even more ill-omened.
But just as Old Eagle was about to draw his blade for blood,
the Rakshasa sighed, murmured a few words to the coffin,
then glanced at the bandit leader.
His eyes were emerald green, like two meticulously polished pieces of jade.
"Come out. Open this coffin."
Old Eagle jerked his chin toward the coffin.
But the next second—
"No."
Those deep green eyes slowly turned to look at him.
In that instant, Old Eagle's body trembled.
He had seen countless people in his life, all kinds of eyes—
fear, hatred, rage, unwillingness, pain…
He had long grown numb to the gazes of the dying.
But never—
never had he seen eyes like those of this Rakshasa.
They were a chaotic blend of resolve, madness, cruelty, pleasure, pity—and… contempt?
In an instant,
Old Eagle felt as though he had fallen into an icy abyss. He swallowed hard.
This Rakshasa didn't regard him at all…
in his eyes, Old Eagle was nothing more than a grain of sand in the desert.
As if possessed, under an emotion even more unbearable than fear, Old Eagle lowered his blade.
Still, he forced himself to say coldly,
"Come with us. Don't try anything."
To everyone watching, the unexpected happened.
Otto showed no resistance at all, simply following the bandits and becoming their captive.
For a moment,
even the people in the chat group felt a bit sorry for those sand bandits…
Of all people they could provoke…
they chose this guy.
[Ganyu: I don't know why… but I kind of feel sorry for them…]
[Silver Wolf: So far, they're actually pretty lucky—running into the world's biggest BOSS the moment they head out.]
[March 7th: Poor Old Eagle… tsk tsk.]
[Hu Tao: They rob and plunder—serves them right!]
When the Golden Sand Gang escorted Otto back to their lair,
they discovered something had already gone wrong at their base.
Li Sushang, daughter of Qin Suyi—the disciple of Immortal Red Kite Fu Hua—had come to use the Golden Sand Gang as a trial and had already subdued four guards.
To wait for Old Eagle's return and challenge him head-on, Li Sushang even borrowed the disguise-and-infiltration strategy from the story Sacred Flame Jade Lotus Platform, voluntarily entering the "Black Prison" to await her chance for a duel.
This action
left all viewers speechless.
She really was…
naive to the extreme.
What Li Sushang didn't expect was that the four gang members she had coerced would betray her once Old Eagle returned.
Thus, she was shackled hand and foot and thrown into the Black Prison.
In the darkness, Li Sushang's legs brushed against something.
Someone let out a low sigh.
As the sound faded, a flame ignited within the prison, barely illuminating the surroundings.
Li Sushang jumped in fright.
There was someone else in the Black Prison!
(It was a woman about twenty years old, fair-skinned and breathtakingly beautiful, not resembling anyone from the Divine Land at all—more like a fairy from legend.)
(A small flame floated beside her ear, adding an even more bewitching aura.)
Li Sushang silently thought to herself as she looked Otto up and down.
What made everyone burst out laughing was—
Li Sushang… actually mistook the handsome Otto for a woman at first glance.
Beside the Rakshasa lay a large coffin.
Though coffins were common and nothing taboo,
appearing in a dark dungeon like this made Li Sushang's skin crawl.
She instinctively looked away, then returned her gaze to the Rakshasa.
At first she only sneaked a glance or two. Seeing no reaction, she grew bolder and openly stared.
The Rakshasa ignored her rude scrutiny, merely idly swirling a glass container in his hand.
Eventually, growing impatient with her gaze,
he removed the cloth stuffed in Li Sushang's mouth.
"What do you want?"
"You're a man??"
Li Sushang froze for a moment, but her chatter didn't stop.
"Me? I don't want anything! I just wanted you to help remove the cloth. Thanks! You're a good person—just a bit… feminine."
"This young lady will remember your kindness. Once I break free of these shackles, I'll come help you!"
She paused mid-sentence.
Unlike her, bound hand and foot,
this Rakshasa… had no restraints on him at all.
Not only that, he was even sitting on an ornate chair, holding a glass cup and leisurely sipping a red liquid, looking utterly at ease.
"Y-you… aren't you a prisoner?"
Without a word, the Rakshasa stood up. The chair and cup melted away like snow under fire.
Li Sushang jumped again.
"No,"
the Rakshasa said calmly.
Li Sushang immediately went into full chatterbox mode.
"Not what? Oh, you mean you're not a prisoner. Huh? Then why are you locked in here? Wait… you're lying to me—"
"Are you Old Eagle's guest, then?"
"Or maybe you're—"
"You know that group up there is called the Golden Sand Gang, right?"
"This young lady is here under orders to wipe them out!"
"Oh right, the martial arts of our Free Sect—"
"The Taixu Sword Qi has five aggregates—"
She spoke with growing excitement, eyes sparkling.
Despite her rapid topic shifts and chaotic logic, the Rakshasa listened with great interest.
"Oh dear, this is inconvenient. Let me circulate my qi and break these shackles first—"
"Allow me."
Before she finished speaking, Li Sushang felt her limbs lighten. The two iron shackles shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.
Her hands and feet were completely unharmed—not even her clothes were scratched.
Li Sushang was speechless.
From the moment she met this Rakshasa beauty, she had been shocked time and again.
Her trust in him rose a little.
Later,
when discussing her plan, the Rakshasa effortlessly persuaded the originally naive Li Sushang to abandon her insistence on fairness and challenge Old Eagle at night instead.
"If you insist on being upright and honorable, you won't be able to eliminate evil. You can't have both—you must choose."
His hand danced lightly through the air, movements elegant and carefree.
"Then shall we go, miss?"
"Eh… okay…"
By the time she regained her senses, the prison door was already broken.
"After you."
Li Sushang obediently walked ahead, but after a few steps, she turned back and said bitterly,
"You're teaching me to do bad things… you're a bad Rakshasa."
The Rakshasa sighed.
"Perhaps."
In the darkness, Li Sushang couldn't see his expression, only hearing a sorrowful tone filled with inexplicable sadness.
"What I want to do cannot be defined as good or evil."
That sigh
also caused the joking in the chat group to pause for a moment.
[Fu Xuan: After Kallen's death, Otto seems to have undergone some changes…]
[Kafka: He might believe now that the entire world is wrong.]
[Silver Wolf: Sigh…]
[Ningguang: Kallen's spirit saved countless people, yet she never received the kindness she deserved.]
[March 7th: That Li Sushang is Fu Hua's disciple's daughter—does that mean… she can help Otto find Fu Hua???]
[Himeko (Star Rail): The final outcome is obvious—Fu Hua has already arrived at Schicksal.]
[Hu Tao: But… where did Li Sushang go??]
On the Xianzhou.
Sushang looked at Li Sushang on the screen,
and felt a mysterious hostility—just like the Rakshasa's.
But this hostility was much, much stronger!
It made Sushang's expression turn miserable.
Personality, looks, that reckless chatter—
it was like they were carved from the same mold.
She tried to dismiss it as a strange coincidence between worlds!
But—
when so many things were the same!
Why was the level of development so different?!
By comparison,
she looked like a weakened, youthful version!
Was the Honkai world's nutrition really that good?!
Later,
under Sushang's resentful gaze,
Li Sushang confronted Old Eagle once more after leaving the Black Prison.
But her naivety led her to be outmaneuvered by Old Eagle again.
In the end, it was Otto who intervened—binding Old Eagle's Honkai energy—allowing Li Sushang to defeat him.
Li Sushang immediately realized that Otto had helped her.
Reflecting on this turbulent day, she felt as though a lifetime had passed.
Fulfillment and emptiness, joy and sorrow—indescribable emotions intertwined within her heart.
So when Otto asked to meet Immortal Red Kite, Sushang agreed at once, leading him to Ling Shuang, who knew Red Kite's whereabouts.
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