I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 928

Zorg’s powerful voice echoed back in the surging moonlight, the wind caressed Verafia’s eyelashes, but she merely raised a slender hand, and life divinity spawned countless vines, easily dissolving the surging moonlight.
She simply raised her gaze indifferently: “It seems, Zorg, you have come here, still for the Goddess Elucia.”
“You guessed correctly.” The Dark Elf’s steps fell upon the grass-covered ground, the rustling sound accompanied by his laughter.
Verafia snorted coldly.
The space within the World Tree already contained existences from multiple planes. The Tree of Life, where the Goddess Silusylia resided, was one such example.
After absorbing the Life Divine Spark, Verafia’s divine sense swept, also touching upon the hidden depths within the World Tree, belonging to the Silver Moon Goddess Elucia, submerged in the abyssal tides.
“Is Elucia’s moonlight the key to opening the Silver Moon World, and that’s why you appeared here?”
Verafia’s gaze fell upon Zorg’s slender body beneath his wide holy robe, and suddenly, her jade hand waved, life’s divine radiance condensing between her fingers, her gorgeous golden eyes rippling with a cold glint:
“However, I promised Sylvia that I would not allow you to betray Elucia again. Zorg, since you refuse to take your own life to atone for your sins, then let my Sword of Life deliver judgment for your crimes!”
Before Zorg could respond, dense life divine radiance converged upon Misteen. With emerald and gold, the magnificent Sword of Life was held by Verafia’s slender fingers, and the life divine radiance surged with her flawless, delicate body.
She had no intention of giving the Dark Elf any choice.
Whether it was Zorg’s Black Moon Tide thirty years ago, or his manipulation of Irene and the serious injury of Ophi, Verafia could never let him off so easily!
The earth trembled, the dense divine power almost crystallizing space, and in this entire world, all brilliance seemed to stagnate in Verafia’s divine sword. It was as if it were about to be unleashed with her sword strike. Such power, even if she didn’t fully control the divine spark, was by no means something a Legend could easily withstand.
Facing a situation that made almost the entire world tremble, Zorg merely raised the Scepter of the Silver Moon, and a hint of a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Verafia’s gorgeous golden eyes suddenly trembled, and her about-to-strike Sword of Life let out a hum. Following her will, it was raised, and the next moment, a streak of dark silver light flashed past – it was a shadowy long sword!
The Sword of Life clashed against the descending dark silver sword, and instantly, the radiance of life erupted, dazzling and intense, releasing boundless and dense light that surpassed that of a sun.
The divine weapon Verafia held rippled with the authority of a divine maiden, yet it did not overcome the opponent. On the other side of life and light, it was as dark as ever, emitting a hazy glow – it was a cold, dark moon!
Even the dense life divine radiance retreated before the cold moonlight. Facing Verafia, dark silver hair silently cascaded down, a delicate and flawless jade hand gently resting on the hilt of the shadow long sword. She calmly raised her face, her peerlessly beautiful, dark features revealing eyes that flowed with a cool moonlight.
The instant she raised her face, life divine radiance and the dark moon’s radiance surged and clashed. The blade of life and moonlight struck with a clang, and suddenly a wave erupted, pushing Verafia back, despite her now being a Goddess of Gods.
“Veer!”
Ig rushed forward and embraced her delicate body.
Verafia gripped his hand, signaling that she was fine, then raised her head, her golden, radiant eyes gazing at the encroaching dark moon’s brilliance, at the silver-haired woman who now held the Dark Moon Sword and blocked her attack.
“This is the Dark Moon Goddess… Sylphis.”
For a long time, Verafia had seen the cold dark moon hanging in the sky many times, but this was the first time she had personally witnessed the Goddess’s true form.
The young girl’s jade-like fingers lightly grasped Misteen, the sword reflecting divine radiance, her dawn-gold hair slightly stirred. In her gaze, the silver-haired Goddess had dusky skin, a beautiful face similar to Aizelia’s, and eyes like the dark moon of night flowed with cold moonlight, also looking at her coldly.
Irene had told her before. She once had a sister named Sylphis, the Silver Moon Saintess… who, during the Black Moon Tide thirty years ago, was elevated to the current Dark Moon Goddess Sylphis by Zorg, who had seized the Silver Moon Divine Spark.
And the long sword flowing with moonlight in her hand, capable of blocking Verafia’s Misteen without falling behind, was undoubtedly the Moonlit Sword, the divine artifact of the former Goddess Elucia.
Gazing at Sylphis, who stood before Zorg, Verafia’s expression became slightly serious.
However, she was not the only one. Upon the ground unsatisfied with the dark moonlight, the sound of footsteps arose, and a world-ending aura appeared in the plane within the World Tree.
They were three Dark Elven Legends, several renowned Saints, and Kainor Paal, the Golden Prime Minister who betrayed Sylvia, all appearing within Verafia’s sight.
And not only that, a melodious harp sound came from afar. Dylan the Bard, who was playing the harp, walked closer. He saw the golden-haired girl, and a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face; behind him, magical radiance and blood also surged, appearing on the moonlit ground!
It was Fatter, the Magic Monarch, and beside him, surging blood condensed into a Blood Noble wearing a blood crown, it was Medazo, the “Mourning Blood Monarch” of the Demon Race, whom she had seen in Sky City.
“Emerald Singer” Sellalis had her limbs bound by terrifying magic, captured in Fatter’s cold hands. The Elf maiden’s dress was torn, her beautiful hair disheveled. She saw Verafia and desperately struggled, letting out a whimper. Her pair of emerald green eyes were filled with anxiety.
Excluding the restrained Sellalis and the seriously injured Ophi, there were nearly ten Legendary powerhouses and over twenty Saints in this space within the World Tree.
Since the end of the Demon Race War, the entire continent had never seen so many powerhouses gathered in one space. Even Lichen City, where Verafia and Lancaster had their final battle, was far inferior to this!
Legends, who could be called the ultimate powerhouses of the world, converged here.
Looking at the enemies before her, Verafia’s gaze couldn’t help but sink.
The enemies before her exceeded her expectations… She hadn’t expected Dylan, Fatter, and the “Mourning Blood Monarch” Medazo to arrive in the World Tree at the same time.
A heavy aura pressed down like a solidified sky. Not only Verafia, but Ig also clenched his fist, holding End, his gaze solemn, ready to draw his astonishing sword at any moment. Even the seriously injured Ophi grit her silver teeth and tried to stand up, grasping the Moonlight Greatsword.