Chapter 95 The Descent of the Abyss
As if to confirm his words, the dark red demonic energy churned within the rift, relentlessly encroaching upon the sky. Even in this world shrouded by the abyss, where temperature was stripped away and the remaining light visibly devoured, all concepts that existed only on the material plane were corroded, or rather, rewritten into their exact opposites.
The Abyssal Church had created this tower reaching the heavens to touch the true abyss. Undoubtedly, their intention was to have the abyss rewrite Lichen, who was encompassed within it, using him as a singularity to overturn the entire world, the entire civilization.
Within the World Tree, the Silver Moon Goddess had once prophesied the “Deep Sea Era” to Verafia, an era where everything would be like a lightless, abyssal sea, a world without temperature, cold and despairing – the era of the abyss, the era of chaos.
Perhaps, a new era would also give birth to new life, nurture entirely new civilizations, but what did all of this have to do with them?
The Young Girl’s golden eyes swept across the surroundings. The battlefield below the towering structure erupted in fierce combat. It seemed as if the abyssal world was already within reach, and the followers of the Abyssal Church were filled with unwavering morale, even willing to burn their lives to stop the allied forces’ advance.
In the eyes of the Abyssal followers, they were merely sacrificing their mortal bodies, for they would be reborn in a purer, more perfect world.
Verafia tightened her grip on her sword slightly, preparing to drive her authority to obliterate the obstructing enemies, when suddenly, a blaze of sun-like brilliance bloomed before her eyes.
The Sun Goddess Sol, clad in sun-flame armor and radiating dazzling brilliance, appeared before her. The power of the Sun Divine Sword instantly vaporized the Abyssal followers in front of them.
“Your Highness, you proceed to the Abyssal Tower first. Leave this place to us.”
Goddess Sol exerted all her might to unleash her radiance. Beside her, there were phantoms of more than one ancient deity. She turned her face again, “Oh, and Mother, she has already rushed ahead.”
“Sister Herafir?”
Verafia’s eyes widened. While she was battling Lancaster, Herafir had already defeated an avatar of original sin who had tried to stop her and rushed to prevent the abyss’s descent.
At this moment, Verafia clearly felt the familiar destructive blazing flames and heard the sound of collision with the abyss. Clearly, a battle had already erupted.
“I’ll go with Sister… She’ll be fine.”
Verafia saw the hopeful gaze of Goddess Sol, nodded, and lightly touched the hilt of her sword. In an instant, ripples of vibrant life energy spread, purifying the enveloping fog.
The already distorted and tainted space was purified wherever her radiance touched. The Young Girl tilted her head, reached out, and pulled the Young Man Ig beside her, taking him with her as they ascended the sky-piercing Abyssal Tower.
The Abyssal Tower was large enough to accommodate a city. Hundreds, even thousands, of Abyssal followers were still stationed within, most of them former royal guards. Facing Verafia’s intrusion, they activated magic arrays and attacked them fearlessly, their newly shed black blood seeping from the cracks between the bricks and tiles.
The former royal guards were not enough to stop the Goddess’s progress, but the worry in Verafia’s eyes grew increasingly intense.
The traces of the abyss retreated wherever Verafia’s authority spread, yet the concepts of the world became increasingly distorted. In the eyes of the Young Girl, it was like a mirror shattering into countless cracks. Viscous black fog poured in from the fissures, causing her expression to gradually become heavy.
“Veer, Her Highness Herafir didn’t delay them much… the abyss is still descending,” Ig said. Cracks began to form and shatter along the tower walls. An extremely strong tremor came from beneath their feet, and pieces of rubble rolled down towards the ground. Even from within, they could feel that this colossal tower connecting to the abyss was collapsing and falling apart at a visible rate.
However, it was not the tower itself that was collapsing. Verafia and Ig both knew very well that this was Lichen’s world, the conceptual rules collapsing and changing after truly embodying the essence of the abyss.
A hint of anxiety appeared in Verafia’s golden eyes. She nodded silently, pulling Ig along. The distance to the top of the sky was crossed in a few moments.
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It had only been a few breaths since Verafia entered the Abyssal Tower, but the situation between heaven and earth had drastically changed.
On the ground, in addition to the increasingly heavy oppression brought by the abyss, the traces of burning crimson flames became more intense. The continental allied forces even stopped wielding their weapons, being gazed upon by the abyss was like being pierced by cold poison, causing everyone’s bodies to freeze.
At the zenith of the sky, boundless, desolate chaos had condensed. Order was disrupted, making it impossible to describe any form. Only primordial chaos and disorder remained. This was not darkness, yet it was far deeper than the coldest winter night. A massive rift stretched across, tearing the world apart once more, and the colors of the abyss spread like a dark, deep sea.
The only differing color was a cluster of vibrant, scorching crimson fire. Within the boundless abyss, the world-burning fire blazed fiercely – it was the prophesied twilight fire that would destroy the world. At this moment, it was like a flame ignited in the chaos, releasing endless light and heat.
The blazing flames and the abyss were like a fated confrontation.
For the vast majority of people, the battle at the zenith of the sky was unbearable to witness. It was merely the collision of flames and the abyss. Suddenly, boundless crimson flames surged to the heavens, like the fiery wings of a phoenix. Crimson light transformed into a sharp sword, cleaving through the celestial curtain and striking down towards the abyss.
The power of the enormous sword burning the world was terrifying, even vaporizing space and concepts. This was the essence of fire; even the abyss, upon contact, would instantly burn to ashes.
However, as if facing a world made of substance, the desperate strike of the fiery greatsword could not incinerate all the abyss. In fact, the flame that had just passed was instantly replaced by darkness and chaos, the fiery greatsword shattered, and roaring waves surged, engulfing the burning flames.
The light and heat ignited outside the abyss were instantly extinguished, and darkness and cold shrouded the world once more.
Even after the flames extinguished, as the abyssal erosion intensified, not only the dimension shaped by Lichen, but also the entire continent outside was covered by a gloom like a deep sea, devoid of any temperature. Countless people in various nations on the continent watched in horror, primal fear rising in their hearts.
The abyss had not been stopped, and its descent had decreed the predetermined fate of this world.
The allied forces of the continent had repelled the fervent cultists guarding the abyss, and many heroes had even charged into the tower, but in the face of the descending abyss, they appeared pale and fragile.
Grasping the golden divine sword, Goddess Sol showed an expression of unwillingness. Similar to Caisleth beside her, as the abyss descended, she could feel the laws she controlled weakening rapidly.
She sighed and shifted her gaze, looking at a Dragon Clan Young Girl who was also straining her head upwards, gazing at the beautiful, ice-crystal-like wings. Sol remembered her name, and also remembered that she was very close to Verafia, so she said:
“Miss Ophi, the abyss has descended. You should leave quickly.”
In Sol’s judgment, her mother goddess was already blocking the abyss. If Verafia could arrive in time, even in chaos, it might not be possible to completely erode the entire world, right?
At least, there would still be remnants of land for the surviving civilization to continue. And there was also her father, the Eternal Divine Realm opened by the God of Light…
As for Sol herself? They were the gods of old, who had shaped the dominion of the world in a world born from chaos. If chaos was destined to be overthrown, then Sol’s choice was to be buried here along with her laws.
Hearing Goddess Sol’s words, Ophi was slightly stunned, but she vigorously shook her head: “No, Veer is still here.”
It wasn’t just that Ophi was unwilling to abandon Verafia and flee. She also stubbornly believed that Verafia, Ig, and her friends, even when facing the true abyss, would definitely not fail.
Goddess Sol frowned, but before she could say anything more, in the instant the last remaining flame extinguished in the deep darkness, a beam of brilliant white light suddenly sliced through.
Then, within the opened abyss, another soft radiance lit up, and new light once again illuminated the world beneath the abyss.
