I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 893

Miss Verafia turned her head, the cold moonlight reflecting in her eyes.
Outside the palace’s high windows, thunder tore dark cracks across the sky. The dim moonlight was like a sea of darkness, its collapsing laws rendering rules meaningless. Waves surged, and the sky-city, a lone boat, disintegrated beneath the tumultuous waves.
The moment Aenoriel collapsed, the Tree of Life was exposed to the dark moon. Under the ice-cold moonlight, the sacred tree of life also collapsed. Suddenly, a brilliant, dazzling emerald light soared up from the sacred tree, and the boundless radiance of life tore through the sky dominated by moonlight.
In the cold, silent world, a rich vitality suddenly overflowed again, like the sharpest sword of life. This was the will of the Goddess of Life—how could even the laws of a deity conceal her brilliance?
“Is this what Silvia spoke of, the Light of Life?”
The darkness that nearly reached her body was covered by the dazzling light of life. Green grass carpeted the palace floors, and vines and tender branches covered the palace’s carpets and walls. Miss Verafia’s slightly turned face was illuminated by the soft radiance, and she could clearly feel the rich aura of life.
“Could this be the law of the Goddess Silusilith!” Ig’s sapphire eyes shimmered. The released life force made him also look up in surprise, and he couldn’t help but ask.
The emerald radiance touched her body. Miss Verafia reached out her small hand, her slender fingertips gently touching it, and a soft sensation lingered on her skin.
The pure and potent life force was enough to regenerate bone and flesh, and bring the dead back to life. This was undoubtedly the law of the Goddess of Life… However, in Miss Verafia’s opinion, it was far more than just laws and divine power; it was more like a tangible form of divinity.
“Exactly as you thought.”
Silvia watched the cascade of light like an emerald waterfall, her jade-green hair swaying, soft light falling on her delicate face. “However, this is not entirely the divinity of life, but only a part of it. The true divinity of life is still in Silusilith’s hands.”
“Once, Silusilith wanted to prove the eternity of life with the sacred tree, but unfortunately…”
She slightly raised her eyes, witnessing the flawless divine radiance of life. Her equally jade-green eyes showed a hint of recollection and regret, but she still gently reached out her white jade-like delicate hand into the showering light of life.
An ancient and obscure voice was softly recited by the elf maiden. In the surrounding palace, enveloped by the light of life, obscure lines lit up, forming patterns. Centered around her, an ancient and intricate formation was constructed.
“Silvia just said that if this young lady had arrived earlier, she wouldn’t have been ready… Does she mean this formation?”
Miss Verafia’s golden eyes flickered. The entire elf palace had been refined by the elf maiden into a formation for extracting the authority of life.
The light of life, pouring out from the sacred tree, was also worthy of being called a vast sea. It was trembling and condensing, with countless interpretations of “life” being rapidly extracted. In just a few moments, a crystal-clear small sword like an emerald appeared in Silvia’s hand.
This was undoubtedly the condensation of the “light of life” that Silvia had mentioned. At the same time, the power of the Goddess of Life in the emerald light screen was rapidly fading. In the withered radiance, the ice-cold moonlight that had just been suppressed began to seep out again.
Silvia’s slender, jade-white hand suddenly waved, and countless rays of life light condensed into a transparent shield, blocking the encroaching moonlight.
“Miss Silvia, what should we do now…?” Ig raised his head and asked her.
“The power from the sacred tree of life has been extracted by me. There is nothing here that can resist the dark moon any longer. We cannot stay here for long. At least… we should leave first.”
Silvia let out a soft sigh and spoke. Her slightly pale face lifted, and then her gaze fell on the golden-haired girl holding the young man’s hand. “Miss Verafia, if you still have questions, please allow me to answer them later. Would you be willing to accept the divine position of Silusilith?”
Miss Verafia gripped the scepter in her hand, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She turned her eyes slightly, her golden radiance reflecting in the cold moonlight.
The girl suddenly raised her golden eyes and said, “This round of dark moon has fallen due to the erosion of the abyss… Miss Silvia, if I refuse your request, who else can inherit the divine position of life?”
“For ten thousand years, no one has inherited a deity’s position except for Miss Verafia.”
Silvia looked at the girl who raised her snowy cheeks. She suddenly smiled gently. “However, if you refuse, I will try to accept the power of Silusilith.”
“Silvia is a part of the Goddess of Life. If, as this young lady guesses, you choose to merge with the divinity of the Goddess Silusilith, it still wouldn’t be considered the true Goddess of Life.”
Miss Verafia looked at her. “Moreover, is Silvia’s soul capable of bearing the authority of the Goddess of Life?”
“That is so. That is why I am waiting for you here.”
The elf maiden did not deny it. The moonlight poured into the light of life, and still a hint of cold wind blew through her soft hair, making her exquisitely beautiful, fair face slightly lower, pursing a small smile.
“But if Miss Verafia refuses, and if it were me, there would at least be some possibility… Whether as Silusilith or as the Elf Queen, the elves are my citizens. At least, I cannot stand by and watch the moonlight of Elusia destroy them.”
Her soft hair swayed slightly. Miss Verafia looked at the elf maiden’s fair face under the cold moonlight, her mouth opened, but she didn’t know how to speak.
Wait, she just asked a question, why does it sound like she is very unwilling and preparing to refuse?
What a joke… Let alone touching words like Silvia protecting her citizens, even from Miss Verafia’s own perspective, she had no reason to refuse.
Miss Verafia looked at her own slender white hand, no different from before, delicate and petite like an artwork, but within it, there was no flame authority that once burned everything.
Herafir took the divine position of flame… Even if she was reborn as a phoenix, her experience as the Goddess of Flame was enough to make her attain mastery comparable to a deity in flame. But, let alone immortality, even legends, Miss Verafia didn’t have the confidence to reach such a realm again within ten years.
“Moreover, Elise’s abyss, and Fatter, Mun… Do I still have that much time?”
Miss Verafia whispered.
Accepting the divine position of the Goddess of Life was the best opportunity for her to improve her strength in a short period.
She might face some risks—but since Silvia chose her, this fragment of the Goddess of Life couldn’t possibly place the hope of the elf race on a low-probability event, could she?
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I’m writing too slowly… I need to speed up.