Chapter 151 Leaves of Life
The green leaves transformed from life exuded a soft, lustrous glow, delicate and crystalline as a dream. They touched Verafia’s sun-gold hair, adorning her flawless, delicate face even more beautifully. Beneath her slightly raised, slender eyelashes, her gorgeous gold eyes gazed at the young loli clutching her hand.
Fuya’s face showed hesitation, her delicate lips bitten. Her small, slender fingers gripped tightly, and though she made no sound, Verafia understood what the girl was thinking just from her expression.
Accepting the inheritance of a deity and becoming a new deity always meant danger.
In the memories of the Flame God King, there were instances of god-slayers during the Mythic Era, but very few had successfully grasped divine authority and become new gods.
The vast majority of them were either blown to smithereens for being unable to bear the intensity of divine power, annihilated because their souls couldn’t carry the domains of law, or assimilated by the residual will of the old gods within their authority.
These were merely lesser deities. Silusalys, the primary deity of life, surpassed even Atrostos, the creator and destroyer. She was a God King comparable to Herafir.
Sylvia was a fragment of Silusalys. She had intended to willingly offer herself upon reaching the core of the Life Goddess, to temporarily become the Life Goddess and pass on the divine spark and authority of life to her.
This signified the acknowledgement and inheritance of the Life Goddess. In this way, Verafia would not encounter the perils of seizing a divine position. With her will and soul as the former Flame Goddess, there was at least an eighty percent chance she could peacefully obtain the authority of life and become a new god.
However, Sylvia was killed by Irene, who manifested as the Silver Moon Goddess. She only managed to hand over the Light of Life to Fuya… This meant that if Verafia wanted to become the Life Goddess, the danger she would face would be no less than that of the usurpers in history who attempted to seize divine positions.
A faint shimmer flickered in Verafia’s golden eyes. She gently extended her fair fingertips, touching the verdant light swirling before her.
She could feel the will of the Life Goddess lingering within the light… gentle, nurturing, yet representing the colors of the dominion over all life in the entire world.
However, she wasn’t feeling particularly bad emotions at this moment; rather, she felt a little happy.
Her time spent with Fuya was less than a month, and Fuya was also the one who needed to accept the inheritance of the Life Goddess. Yet, the girl was now hesitating, which was naturally because she cared about Verafia.
“Actually, I know the dangers involved in obtaining the divine position of life. Fuya, don’t worry about me.”
Verafia crushed the shimmering crystals she touched, gently brushed aside a strand of gold hair, and tilted her head, smiling softly at Fuya.
“However, in front of the Life Goddess, there’s no need to hesitate any longer… Whether it’s Sylvia, or Ig and Little Fei, we have no reason to retreat.”
Seeing the young girl say this, Fuya, who had been holding her fingertips, finally nodded. She took out the Light of Life from her hand, and the gentle radiance shone on her young, delicate face:
“Mm, well, Veer sister, you must be careful… If there are any problems, you must tell me. Although I don’t know what I can do, I am the one who will carry the Light of Life, so I can definitely help Veer sister!”
Fuya was not only a fragment of the Life Phoenix but was also awakened by Sylvia within the Sacred Tree of Life.
Sylvia gave her the Light of Life because she was destined for destruction, so she wanted Fuya to merge with the Light of Life, acting as a “bridge” to connect the authority and laws of life within the Goddess’s final dream.
However, seeing the loli’s earnest expression, Verafia couldn’t help but want to lightly cover her lips and chuckle. She was facing the Life Goddess. Even if Fuya merged with the Light of Life, how could she help?
“Yes. I will.”
Verafia revealed a slight smile, nodded, and gazed at the girl with her gorgeous gold eyes, speaking softly.
They stood amidst the Abyss Sea, within a withered giant tree. The canopy and the dried trunk of the ground formed this space. Before them, a similarly withered tree had a single leaf condensed from fluorescent light, embodying life and displaying colors beyond dryness.
This was the divine spark and authority of the Life Goddess, transformed after withering. That leaf of life was the remnant of the Life Goddess, her final dream.
As the green-haired loli girl merged with the Light of Life, strands of bright light were instantly released from her small body. The entire space withered and disappeared in an instant, replaced by soft, luminous green expanses with blooming flowers and sprouting green branches.
Verafia looked at the dried trunk before her. Like a gentle spring breeze caressing it, the dead wood sprang back to life, and the colors of life also appeared on this withered tree.
The dry bark became firm again, the withered branches regained their vitality, and the green leaves unfurled like transparent emeralds. Crystalline fluorescent light permeated the trunk, presenting boundless life before Verafia.
Perhaps, thousands of years ago, this was the Tree of Life sustained by the authority and laws of the Goddess Silusalys.
Within her eyes, endless laws of life flowed, and authority coalesced. The laws of the Life Goddess from beyond the world, along with her divine power, condensed here. The rich aura of life made one feel as if they could become a new god of life simply by entering this Tree of Life and merging with the laws and authority representing life.
“But this is just a momentary radiance maintained by Fuya using the Light of Life. The true will of the Life Goddess remains in her final dream…”
Verafia didn’t move, only murmured softly.
Her gaze shifted, then she extended her slender fingers. The girl hesitated for a moment, her golden pupils touching the soft, luminescent light representing life, but her fingers finally landed, touching a swaying leaf on the Tree of Life.
The instant the girl’s skin made contact, a profound Light of Life bloomed, swirling her skirt and enveloping her delicate body.
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A beautiful and melodious song drifted through the colors of life. This was not a description in any language, nor even the language of deities. Yet, Verafia felt as if it were the language that simply interpreted “life.”
The ancient Tree of Life stood in an endless wilderness.
Verafia opened her eyes. She could sense that her body was still that of a beautiful girl who liked white long dresses and pretty little shoes, and who liked to tie a butterfly knot in her golden hair.
But in a trance, she also felt as if she were a small leaf on the Tree of Life, basking in the soft spring equinox, immersed in the warm sunlight.
A gentle breeze blew, causing the branches to sway, and this small leaf was then caressed and carried away, falling into the moist soil.
