[When the Xianzhou Alliance actively expressed goodwill, the interstellar Trailblazers – though known for their independence – were no fools.]
[After deliberation, they sent Jingliu, a native of the Xianzhou, as their invited representative.]
[Reading these reports, Solon smiled. This will be lively—so many familiar faces. What fun awaits.]
[Perhaps sensing his mood, the meditating Hanya and Xueyi before him seemed to intensify their Buddhist practice with renewed vigor.]
[Time flowed slowly in his restless anticipation until the day of the Martial Ceremony arrived.]
[Without alerting anyone, Solon slipped quietly into the venue.]
[His eyes immediately landed on the figure on stage—a man whose attire resembled Luka's but whose aura carried far greater steadiness.]
["A man with conviction strikes with a different weight." Solon had never believed it until he saw this fighter named "Igor."]
[Each of Igor's punches carried the mass of a planet, his resolve as unshakable as the Amber Lord's celestial walls.]
[Other fighters sought fame, wealth, or self-improvement—but this man bore the fate of an entire world on his shoulders.]
[He battled through the ranks, finally facing the defending champion, Jing Yuan. After an exhilarating duel, thunderous applause filled the arena.]
[Seizing the moment, Igor delivered his customary post-tournament speech, warning of the Antimatter Legion's threat and pleading for the Xianzhou Alliance's aid for his homeland—Jarilo-VI.]
[Yet, as always, he was met with rejection. Even the mighty Interastral Peace Corporation refused to provoke the Legion's mad dogs.]
[The adult world operated on interests. A backwater like Jarilo-VI wasn't worth antagonizing a galactic menace.]
[With costs outweighing gains, no faction would extend a hand—despite having the capability.]
[Jing Yuan, merely a Cloud Knight lieutenant, lacked authority to decide. After escalation, the Xianzhou's higher-ups still declined involvement.]
[Official reasons abounded, but the truth was singular: insufficient benefit.]
[Jarilo-VI belonged to the Amber Lord's Architects—its people's faith in Preservation unshakable. Even if the Xianzhou intervened, they couldn't spread their own beliefs.]
[Who would willingly shoulder losses for another's gain?]
[After deliberation, the Alliance formally refused Igor's request.]
[Devastated, Igor prepared to depart with Jing Yuan when Solon suddenly appeared.]
"Friend, a moment."
[Igor turned, puzzled. "You are...?"]
["This humble monk is Kongse. I have a solution for your Legion problem—"]
[Before Solon could finish, Igor seized his hands. After traversing the cosmos, becoming a martial arts star yet finding no aid, this was his first glimmer of hope.]
["Master... you truly have a way?!" Igor trembled.]
[Solon glanced at Jing Yuan, signaling him to explain. Reluctantly, the lieutenant stepped forward.]
["Igor, this is the patriarch of the Yaoshi Sect, the Abundance Aeon's Emanator—Master Kongse. If he says it's possible, it is."]
[Recognition flashed in Igor's eyes. "The legendary Emanator who slew multiple Eradication Monarchs! Forgive my disrespect!"]
[Solon's reputation was forged in the blood of Annihilation Generals. A combat-oriented Abundance Emanator defied all cosmic conventions, earning him a top spot on every faction's "Do Not Provoke" list.]
[Igor had come hoping to encounter this very figure. Never did he expect Solon would seek him out.]
[Despair transformed into euphoria—heaven after hell.]
["Shall we discuss this elsewhere?" Solon suggested.]
["Yes!" Igor eagerly agreed.]
[At a teahouse, Solon casually dissected the Xianzhou's reservations:]
["The Antimatter Legion isn't ordinary. Opposing them risks catastrophic retaliation. The Alliance dares not shoulder that responsibility."
"So petitioning their generals is futile."]
[Jing Yuan's expression darkened—he knew it was true.]
["Then who can help?!" Igor pressed.]
[Solon sipped his tea leisurely. "Ah, impatience again~"]
[Igor inhaled deeply, adopting Xianzhou's martial salute. "Master, enlighten me!"]
["If the Alliance's 'Heavenly Bow Generals' won't act, find individuals willing to fight unofficially." Solon gestured toward the street's end. "Look—your answer arrives."]
[Two figures approached. One was Xueyi, sent to fetch them. The other—]
[Dark blue swordsman robes, a black veil-hat, silver-white hair, crimson eyes, a face pale as the moon.]
[Jingliu—yet not the Jingliu.]
[Gone was the cold, aloof soldier; in her place stood a wandering blade—weathered yet free, like a heroine from Xianzhou's martial epics.]
[As Solon observed her, she studied him in turn—curious.]
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