I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 1042

Chapter 89 Tower to the Heavens
When Misaela fled the Kingdom, the Abyss had not yet truly eroded it, nor had she, like Ig and Verafia, truly experienced the decaying World Tree and the world shrouded by the Abyss.
Originally, in the silver-haired princess’s imagination, the Peka Kingdom shrouded in an eternal night-like darkness was the extreme of her imagination. Lichen was merely polluted by the dense darkness, but the scene presented before her eyes far exceeded her imagination.
The scene before her eyes was not the Lichen of the Royal City in Misaela’s memory, where the viscous filth meant desolation and coldness. The words Verafia and Ig had mentioned more than once, Misaela now felt firsthand, as if it were a completely different world.
—A completely different world. This was not merely a metaphor, but a scene Misaela truly saw.
She was a Mage of the Sacred Domain and had explored the domains of the world. However, upon entering Lichen with Verafia, she was surprised to find that her connection to the world seemed to have been severed, and what appeared before her eyes was a strange and dark void.
“What Xiao Mi said is correct. Lichen has been stripped from its original world. Where we are standing can be considered a projection of the Abyss, or even the Abyss itself revealed.”
Ig’s voice rang out. The black-haired young man followed, emerging from behind Verafia, his true vision opened. His azure eyes lifted, also gazing towards the dark, crimson, and desolate Abyss in the polluted sky.
“Or rather, this is the primal Abyss. And it will serve as a focal point, growing and expanding until it devours the present world—if Queen Filirya truly intends to submerge the world with the Abyss.”
Ig had one more thing he didn’t say.
If, according to the explanation of the Goddess of Light, Avelia, the Abyss was the personification of chaos, and the world was created within it, then the world of the Abyss and the material continent were two sides of the same coin, the shadow of the world.
“Ig said, the world of the Abyss…”
Misaela’s pure white hands were slightly cupped on her chest, and in her crystal-like blue eyes, deep concern appeared. “Then, what about the residents of Lichen? Could it be that they were devoured by the Abyss… Did Mother sacrifice them?”
“It’s not like you think. Well, or rather, what Ig said isn’t entirely correct.”
Verafia’s voice sounded. “The Abyss has not fully awakened. Ilis and Filirya are merely using some method to present it before this world.”
“Present… Are you saying, Sister?” Flarn raised her face.
“It’s not just presented as the original sin of the world. At least for Lichen, the condensation of the spirits of hundreds of thousands of people has turned their endless dreams into reality. Or rather, they themselves are a part of the Abyss.”
Verafia said, seeing the silver-haired princess’s crystal-like blue eyes, she suddenly smiled again. “Of course, in what way is this not a sacrifice?”
Even if they were immersed in illusory dreams, the presentation was this – a world filled with sin, decay, and perhaps, what Ilis presented to them was a world of despair and ugliness.
Hearing Verafia’s description, Misaela blinked hard, took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, her slender wrists trembling slightly.
At this moment, Ophi, the last one, also appeared behind her with her accompanying knights. Verafia reached out and caught her, then pressed her other hand down, and the divine radiance of life quickly condensed the Abyss before them.
“We need to hurry. There are still many high-ranking members of the Abyssal Church in this city, in this world of the Abyss.”
As the words fell, an Abyssal Bishop, clad in a pitch-black cloak, appeared before them. In the erosion of the Abyss, they had lost their human form, their viscous tentacles flailing, and mud-like rotten black mud constantly dripping down.
Ig drew his sword for the final time, and brilliance flashed. The intangible “Eternity” severed them.
“Veer, where are we going?”
“Mother, and that Witch… not just them, but also the ‘Original Sin’ of the Abyssal Church. They often appear together in the Royal Palace.”
Misaela firmly grasped her staff and suddenly said.
Verafia looked in the direction the young girl pointed. Crimson, turbid light swirled, and what appeared before her eyes was not the original Royal Court, but a tall tower that was particularly striking in this world shrouded by the Abyss.
Verafia nodded forcefully, her slender hand pressing down, and a gorgeous divine sword condensed. With a swing, a hundred-meter-long green sword arc, constructed by laws, cut down the approaching Abyssal followers.
The laws of life caused them to wither, and the dazzling radiance almost instantly tore through the world covered by the Abyss!
Countless Abyssal followers surged like a tide. White frost instantly froze them, and in an instant, blood-red sword Qi moved. With the blessing of Verafia’s divine power, including Ig and the other knights, their total demonic power increased significantly. Majestic spells and sword Qi were unleashed, and they advanced through the Abyssal-covered Lichen.
It wasn’t just them. Behind them, the allied forces of the continent were also pouring in along the path cleared by Verafia, including powerful individuals like Fatter and Moon. Even Herafir’s Blazing Flame Sword and Kaserate’s Frost Storm appeared in this world.
However, Verafia not only felt no ease, but a strange oppression in her heart.
Beside her were the knights of the allied forces, and the radiance of magic was released.
Ig turned his head and couldn’t help but call out, “Veer…”
“Do you feel it too, Ig?”
Verafia said. Undoubtedly, a ritual related to the Abyss was being carried out in this tower, but even she felt a sense of oppression.
Thinking this, the young girl gently gripped the long sword in her hand, her golden eyes lifting slightly, gazing at the tower that was now close at hand.
They were already very close, and in Verafia’s eyes, this tower had turned from pitch black to dark red, like flowing Abyss mud. The towering body of the tower seemed to have pierced through the sky, reaching the end of the world.
Verafia couldn’t help but think of the legendary Tower to the Heavens, the “Tower of Babel.”
In ancient mythology, it was a tower that reached the end of the sky. Standing on the tower, one could touch the origin of the deities and overlook the mysteries of all things in the world… it was a tower to the heavens built in mythology to grasp the essence of the world.
The “Dark Tower” that appeared before her eyes now was undoubtedly built by Ilis, and was “Tower to the Heavens” in the true sense of the word.
However, what it touched was the essence of the Abyss.
Did Ilis want to awaken the Abyss with this?
Verafia’s eyelashes flickered, and she stomped down. Suddenly, at the base of the tower, gray-black fog billowed, and like the collision of long swords, a crisp sword鸣 sound rang out.
Before her stood a figure not entirely unfamiliar. It was a swordsman holding a sword.
“Hero, sir,” the other party’s voice sounded.
Verafia took a deep breath. “Geon, it’s still you.”