chapter 164 Fire of Nirvana
The beautiful song of life rippled through the Sea of Life, singing praises to the goddess’s beauty and mercy. As the tides ebbed and flowed, life’s light, like fireflies, shimmered within the ripples, adorning this dream world with ever more beauty and fantasy.
Waves surged between the two goddesses, and the laws of life bloomed wherever they touched, giving rise to colorful flowers and lush emerald vegetation.
Verafia’s interactions with Goddess Silosryllis were gentle, almost conjuring images of an intimate dance between two captivating young girls at a grand feast, their slender fingers plucking emerald strings, their movements weaving beautiful melodies.
However, Verafia understood that beneath this seemingly calm and gentle facade lay a challenge far more perilous than any battle. It was a clash of wills between two goddesses, a mutual attack and devouring of their respective life laws!
If Verafia wished to become the true goddess of life, she had to defeat Silosryllis. Conversely, if she were to be consumed by Silosryllis’s life laws, she would be replaced by a pure goddess representing the laws of life, with Silosryllis’s will as the template.
A rainbow surge of life was released between the trees and the sea, and countless life flowers bloomed.
Silosryllis lightly stepped onto the surging life flowers, and myriad blossoms unfurled at her bare, pure white feet. Her exquisite face, identical to Verafia’s, shone even brighter, as did the emerald pupils within her eyes, mirroring her dancing emerald hair.
However, her gaze remained as tranquil and gentle as ever, filled with an all-encompassing affection for all beings.
This was Silosryllis’s will – she calmly and tenderly protected all living things, sharing her love equally with all her citizens.
Suddenly, a surge of emerald light flashed through the fair, slender hand of the golden-haired girl. The sword edge, imbued with the essence of life, heavily blocked the incoming will of Silosryllis.
Whether it be the goddess of life or light, these were deities who shared their love equally with their believers and citizens, rather than merely demanding. They were selfless and compassionate, willing to let their divine bodies wither and remain in the World Tree, which was being eroded by the Abyss.
Although Verafia admired them, she doubted whether she could become such a goddess, and more so, whether she would want to.
Compared to their selflessness, Verafia always believed she was a rather selfish girl.
Although, after killing Lancaster, Verafia had become much softer, at times feeling sorrow for the suffering of others and indignation at acts of brutality. Yet, she still felt that the most important love should be given to those she loved and cherished.
Even if the eventual goddess retained the same appearance as her, Verafia could not accept Silosryllis stripping her of the right to love those she held dear.
The sea of life surged forth, touching the ground and causing forests to sprout, giving birth to myriad life forms within its currents. Verafia’s life laws were reduced to a single crystalline sword in her hand. Upon contact with the sea, it made a shattering sound, and the colors of life rapidly faded, becoming dim.
Simultaneously, the vitality within Verafia’s body vanished, and she began to fall into death once more. This was because her life laws were being devoured by Silosryllis, and the traces of death reappeared on her body.
“It’s no wonder, really. How can selfish love rival selfless love?” Verafia’s lips curved into a soft smile.
Her life laws originated from Silosryllis’s dream. Yet, as she had softly murmured, how could selfishness not be overwhelmed by selflessness? How could a single sword defeat an entire sea?
Waves of life laws enveloped Verafia’s delicate body, continuously devouring her life laws.
Silosryllis gently lowered her jade-like feet, her emerald eyes calmly and tenderly gazing at her.
Sensing the rapid depletion of vitality, even the decay of her soul, the coldness of death, the antithesis of life, gradually replaced the sensation. Her eyelids grew heavy, and her vision dimmed.
“I died once before.”
Verafia managed a weak, gentle smile and softly murmured.
At the end of her life, death had entwined her body and soul. It was Silosryllis’s light of life that had granted her rebirth.
That was the very law of life belonging to Goddess Silosryllis.
But this time…
Her eyelids finally closed heavily, covering her once magnificent golden pupils.
Silosryllis’s steps paused slightly, her emerald eyes gazing with a hint of confusion at the golden-haired girl who had closed her eyes and died in the dream.
Suddenly, as if a clear phoenix cry shattered the tranquility of the Sea of Life, a surge of life emanated from the little white hand the girl gently held. A tiny sapling sprouted, and golden flames ignited!
Mistertin was once the sapling of another World Tree, which had fallen onto the ice plains of the Aer Continent amidst a meteor shower of flames, and was acquired by Verafia. It represented the endless vitality within flames.
Like an immortal bird, a Nirvana Phoenix—the unquenchable flame blazed forth.
Flames burned with endless vitality in her palm, and the bloodline within Verafia’s body also ignited. Phoenix wings unfurled behind her delicate body, while her slender eyelashes quivered, and her pair of golden eyes shone as bright and beautiful as a newborn sky.
Mistertin burned fiercely in Verafia’s hand. She gripped the blazing long sword and, raising her arm, slashed down.
The magnificent inferno was imprinted across the entire emerald dreamscape. The blazing divine sword cleaved into the sea of life, and fierce flames burned intensely. Yet, after the flames subsided, new green grass and tender sprouts were reborn, and life, fueled by the flames, filled the world behind Verafia.
As if it were an irresistible force, Silosryllis’s Sea of Life was almost instantly consumed by the inferno. Verafia’s wrist suddenly paused slightly, and the blazing long sword stopped before the gentle, pure face of Goddess Silosryllis.
The goddess’s gaze remained as tranquil as ever, her eyelashes slightly parted, her gaze soft as she looked at her. However, compared to before, Verafia felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere.
“Is she blessing me… and also recalling her past friend?”
Verafia’s eyelashes fluttered open as she softly murmured.
Silosryllis once had a friend, a life phoenix, who had accompanied her in creating the world of the Emerald Forest. Fuya was also her descendant.
However, Verafia could not linger on this.
With just a glance upwards, a gentle smile bloomed on her face, and Goddess Silosryllis’s form quickly dispersed, like the Sea of Life that had been burned by the sword of fire, turning into fluorescent light and merging into Verafia’s flames.
The “Silosryllis” before her was merely a wisp of memory left behind in the divine spark of life, which had merged with Verafia’s dream to test Verafia’s will and laws.
Now that Verafia had reached the threshold of the divine position of life, there was no longer a need for it to exist.
After the goddess’s light and shadow dissipated, a crystal-clear emerald gem appeared within Verafia’s sight.
This was the divine spark of life.
