Entering the Goddess’s Hall
The golden-haired girl raised the scepter in her right hand, and the condensed brilliant gold blade scattered golden particles of light all around. Not yet dissipated, they were held in her hand. The clear sound of her exquisite feet hitting the ground echoed in the silence. Before her stood Fuhua, also radiating the life force of spirit.
However, neither the golden flames nor the life light could penetrate the endless darkness before them. The great tree of life had long since withered, and around them, boundless desolation lingered.
Among the dry branches, abyssal corruption spread, transforming into grotesque monsters that lunged at the two girls moving forward through the filth.
“Sister Veer, here!” Fuhua’s Frost God’s voice sounded in her ears. The girl gripped the blazing gold flame sword blade tightly in her hand, erupting with brilliant light. Even the sword light that descended cut through a wisp of pitch-black shadow blocking her path.
The brilliant gold flames burned, adorning the girl’s exquisite and flawless face. Soft gold hair swayed with the firelight, golden brilliance shimmering. Countless black shadows were crushed by the sword light, shattering before her.
But Verafia’s wrist couldn’t help but tremble. Like that shattered abyss, Verafia remembered the dark swordsman slashing down with an all-consuming dark sword light.
It was Ig who stood before her, and she, however, chose to abandon him and leave. Although Verafia saw Ophi thrusting her spear towards the darkness, remaining by Ig’s side, she now worried even more about the two of them.
Even if there were reasons that could not be avoided… she didn’t know if it was becoming a true girl, becoming more sentimental, and finding it harder to let go of those she cared about, Verafia thought to herself, wishing she hadn’t accepted the inheritance of the Goddess of Life, and could have stayed with Ig and Little Fei.
“Sister Veer, be careful!”
In the moment of her distraction, the abyss like muddy sludge condensed into a corrupted demon, lunging at her with a gaping maw, Fuhua’s voice sounding at the same time.
She repelled the person condensed from the abyss before her. Like an arrow, verdant feathers suddenly shot out, piercing the abyssal incarnation before the girl. Verafia snapped back to attention, raised her slender hand, and thrust the flame divine sword, transformed from Mistetinn’s Staff, into the enemy’s body before her.
The filthy abyssal sludge was fiercely burned by the scorching gold flames, turning into grey mist.
“Sister Veer!” The surging life magic covered her slender little hand, condensing into a crystal wing of spiritual power. Wielding it, she attacked and annihilated the enemy before her. Fuhua then anxiously looked up to search for the girl’s figure.
The crystal spiritual wings condensed from the light of life appeared behind the loli’s small body, landing beside Verafia. Fuhua raised her head and, seeing that the girl was unharmed, finally breathed a sigh of relief. After catching her breath, she revealed a happy smile.
“Just now, Sister Veer wasn’t hurt, right?”
“It’s nothing… Thank you, Fuhua.”
Verafia’s palm tightly clenched the sword blade burning with golden flames, and she spoke softly, her gold eyes gently lowered beneath her long eyelashes.
Just now, in the moment of her distraction, the incarnation of abyssal magic had almost bitten her. If it weren’t for Fuhua, she would have at least been injured. For Verafia, being distracted in battle was something that had never happened before, but just now…
Her delicate palm couldn’t help but touch her exquisite wrist bone, Verafia bit her silver teeth slightly, the expression in her gold eyes rippling.
“I promised Sister Sylvia that I would definitely bring Sister Veer before the Goddess.”
Fuhua’s childish, soft voice was filled with determination. The life light clutched in her small hand shimmered with a soft glow, reflecting in her clear big eyes. She clenched her little fist. “Besides, Verafia, you are Fuhua’s sister too. Of course, I can’t let Sister Veer get hurt.”
The young loli’s voice echoed in the quiet space, then suddenly paused slightly. She saw Verafia lower her face slightly and hesitated for a moment. Her tender little hand gently took the girl’s tender hand.
“Sister Veer, are you worried about Brother Ig and Sister Ophi? Hmm, they will definitely be fine… Fuhua believes that Sister Veer will protect them.”
The girl’s gold eyes lifted. Before her, Fuhua’s clear, crystal-like shimmering pupils were filled with encouragement, looking at her.
To protect them, for her now, she could only obtain as much of the Goddess of Life’s authority as possible. Verafia slightly raised her big eyes, looking at Fuhua’s little face before her, and suddenly gave a self-deprecating smile.
Really, why has my heart become so fragile… This isn’t something that can be explained by becoming a girl. Even Fuhua, who witnessed Sylvia’s departure just now, could pull herself together. And Fuhua is still a child; I, on the other hand, need her comfort.
Exquisite eyelashes covered her pupils, and she propped them up. Verafia nodded at Fuhua, one hand tightly gripping the flame long sword, a few strands of brilliance radiating, staining the girl’s gorgeous pupils.
“Yes, Fuhua is right. Let’s hurry and find Goddess Siluseli.”
Her gaze looked into the distance. The light of flames reflected all around, unable to break through the abyssal filth accumulated in the giant trees over countless years. The deeper they went, the darker the colors became.
However, in the endless abyssal darkness, a faint shimmering light fell into Verafia’s eyes. She could vaguely see a spurt of crystal-green buds on the withered trees.
This great tree was transformed from the spirit of Goddess Siluseli. Even though the darkness was endless, it could not conceal the last light of the Goddess of Life… Just as her gaze suggested, they were already very close to the Goddess’s location.
“Fuhua, let’s go quickly.”
Fuhua nodded vigorously and followed the golden-haired girl, continuing to advance along the traces of darkness.
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In the endless time, countless abysses eroded and deposited in the withered giant trees. As they moved deeper, the dangers faced by Verafia and Fuhua became exceptionally great. The ferocious monsters condensed from abyssal auras were each no less than crystal, and the number of star-level existences was not small.
Continuous battles, and being surrounded by over a dozen enemies pouring out, even with Fuhua’s help, it was still very strenuous for Verafia.
Her pure white dress was torn, and gold stuck to her skin. Even delicate skin showed scars left by abyssal erosion.
Verafia forcefully raised her head. At the end of the giant trees, the entire abyss’s aura continuously overflowed, condensing into a corrupted dragon. Its pitch-black scales continuously dripped filthy, viscous liquid, terrifying and sickening.
This was an existence of the Sacred Domain. The terrifying aura placed pressure on Verafia comparable to standing at the peak of the Saint Rank, like Hodrea.
“Roar!” The abyssal dragon roared, its giant claws swung, sending Fuhua flying.
The golden-haired girl stood in the dragon’s shadow. Mistetinn’s Staff ignited the authority of annihilation, and the suddenly bursting flame beam pierced its dark body.
Verafia bit her lip tightly and forcefully raised her slender hand. Strands of beautiful brilliant gold spread over the scepter, as if it had transformed into a golden feather sword. As she raised it, luxurious golden light filled the sky, and with a single swing, she cut apart the darkness that condensed the dragon!
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The last section is a brief summary… it’s not an important character anyway… ( )
