Chapter 73 The Realm of the God of Light
The Cardinals of the Church of Light had previously been manipulated by Moon. As this rebellious Pope profaned the light, even the sacred temple of light, upon hearing the request of Verafia, the goddess who saved them, it was only right that these cardinals relented.
Even if there were doubts, with Siya, the Saintess, present, there were not many reasons to object.
“The sacred temple of the Church of Light, if I recall correctly, was built at the very origin of light. Could it be that the God of Light…” Verafia half-doubtfully raised her gaze to look at Herafir.
“In our era, this place was precisely the projection of the God of Light’s realm in the mortal world.”
Herafir said, slightly raising her face and looking at the sacred light shimmering in the sacred temple: “Three years ago, I came here wanting to see the light… Unfortunately, it was one of His envoys who occupied the authority of light.”
“At that time, I also mistook His Highness Herafir for Veer Sister. By the way, Veer Sister, this is for you.”
From Siya’s little hand, she took out a bright red crystal, and a few strands of gentle, bright light passed across her face, illuminating the light. In the girl’s fair and tender palm, it seemed to reflect the vibrant crimson flame.
“This is…?”
Igter hesitated for a moment. He had seen Siya wearing this crystal gem before, and in his mind, he recalled the scene from in front of the gates of Lichen City, where Verafia burned her divine blood, releasing a wisp of blazing divine breath, and finally being illuminated by such brilliance.
“This is Siya’s Stone of Aria. At that time, the Knight Commander of Lancaster blocked our path. If it weren’t for this, we wouldn’t have been able to escape.”
Verafia recalled. She took the gem from Siya’s hand and, for the first time in a long time, felt the fiery will of bright red. She couldn’t help but look up at the Flame Goddess beside her: “By the way, this gem, it belongs to Herafir Sister, doesn’t it?”
“Yes. At that time, I gifted it to Light.”
The Flame Goddess’s eyelashes blinked, reflecting in her rosy pupils, as if she were reminiscing.
Hearing her voice, Verafia couldn’t help but recall that, for Herafir, the identity of the God of Light was not ordinary.
Light and Blazing Flame had once married, and the eldest daughter of the sun was born between Light and Fire, driving away the forces of the God King of Darkness. And after that, did the conflict between Flame and Light erupt again? In that divine war, Herafir even burned the world with her divine sword, achieving the destructive reputation of Leavittin.
Moreover, for a leader of deities like Herafir, the God of Light had once helped humans forge the “God-Slaying Sword,” overthrowing the rule of the deities. Even Herafir was the last deity to fall under the sacred sword.
“Don’t worry. Elvi… that was just an old friend. I just wanted to see her.”
Herafir’s voice was filled with a slight trace of memory. This was the second time Verafia had heard the name “Elvi” spoken from her mouth.
The last time was in Arnor Colony, when the fallen angel Sariel was killed by the God of Light’s power wielded by Moon, and finally let out a voice filled with unwilling obsession.
Could this be the name of that God of Light?
Verafia thought for a moment, then nodded, and handed the flame gem back to Herafir.
“By the way, this Stone of Aria was a gift from Sister to the God of Light tens of thousands of years ago. However, Siya obtained it. Coincidentally, Siya is also the Saintess of the Church of Light. Could this coincidence be intentionally orchestrated by the God of Light?”
“Perhaps.”
Herafir raised her face and smiled slightly, saying to Siya beside her, “Miss Saintess, could you please awaken the original light hidden in this sacred temple?”
“Mm, no problem.”
Siya nodded with all her might, holding the long scepter in her little hand, embedded with a sacred gem, emanating holy light. This was the staff of the God of Light that Moon had held.
As the girl raised the staff of the God of Light with force, magnificent divine radiance flowed. Verafia’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and in the flowing light, she felt the revival of the ancient colors of light beneath the brilliance.
The Flame Goddess’s gaze also touched upon the light. Her fingertips gently clasped it, and the “Stone of Aria” shone with a bright crimson light, gently placed before the viscous radiance.
Verafia suddenly felt the traces of the world tremble. In her sight, the traces of light slowly parted, and under the shroud of radiant light, it was as if the gate of a world slowly opened.
“This is…”
The gentle white light between the gates reflected in Verafia’s golden pupils.
Within it, she seemed to feel the aura of moonlight illuminating the Silver Moon Divine Realm in the past world tree, except that, compared to the Silver Moon Goddess, who had long fallen and been reborn, the aura was more concentrated.
“It seems the light is hiding in here.”
Herafir revealed a slight smile. “Veer, let’s go.”
Standing beside her, Igter gently squeezed the girl’s little hand and said softly, “Veer, I will wait for you here.”
“Igter, perhaps the light can also answer some of your questions. Come with Veer.”
Hearing Herafir’s voice, Igter hesitated for a moment, then turned his head to look at Verafia. The girl smiled and took his hand, “Since Sister said so, Igter, then follow this young lady.”
After speaking, she waved goodbye to Siya, took Igter by the hand, and followed Herafir into the gate of light.
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With just one small step forward, a vast expanse of light illuminated her eyelashes. Verafia couldn’t help but close her eyes. When she adapted to the brightness and opened them again, what appeared in her eyes was a brilliant scene.
Dense light elements permeated the world like substantial golden radiance. Magnificent cities hung in the air, and among the clouds and gentle light, angels with wings on their backs soared freely. Beautiful singing could be heard, and pure white angel feathers fell like a rain of flowers in the light, encompassing the sincerest blessings and joy of the angels.
“Is this the divine realm of the God of Light?”
Verafia turned her head to look at Herafir beside her. She had experienced the sacred kingdom created by Moon with the divine power of light. To her, it could also be called a holy and magnificent scene, but compared to the scene before her, it was like a firefly compared to the bright sun.
“This is just where the light hides.”
Herafir intoned. Verafia followed her gaze and saw, above the divine temples and floating cities, a palace condensed from pure light.
Igter showed a look of speculation. He held the girl’s little hand, “In this world, I can feel that it is a domain purely opened upon the spirit.”
“Merely hidden in the seams of the world, stalled outside of time… Your meaning is that the God of Light created this world to escape?”
