I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 934

chapter 175 The Age of the Deep Sea
Silver moonlight permeated like a dream, a hazy veil rippling before their eyes.
In the depth of the moonlight, a tall and beautiful young girl knelt on the ground, her silver waterfall-like hair softly cascading down to her ankles. She gazed at the soul she held in her arms, a pair of brilliant silver pupils reflecting the gentle moonlight.
She was like a princess of white roses from a dream, emerging from mythology… no, she herself was a goddess from mythology.
Verafia felt the chilling moonlight spreading continuously, its encroachment on the radiance of life causing ripples in her golden eyes. Her fingertips tightened involuntarily. Suddenly, her slender, tender hand, hanging by her side, was picked up by Ig, and held in his palm.
Verafia turned her head to glance. Ig stepped forward, standing beside her, and looked together at the maiden in the moonlight with the girl. “Young Lady, she is…”
In the depths of this moonlit sacred domain, within the most essential laws of moonlight, the girl who appeared was undoubtedly the current Moon Goddess. However, thirty years ago, the Silver Moon Goddess was betrayed, and her divine spark was stolen. The Dark Moon Goddess was then created by Silfise, the daughter of Zorgia.
And within the World Tree, Zorgia sacrificed the moonlight divine spark, corrupted by the abyss, along with his life, which was also corrupted in the abyss. Who could deny that Zorgia used this opportunity to recreate the true Dark Moon Goddess?
“No…”
Verafia understood Ig’s meaning, shaking her head. “She is indeed Elucia, the genuine Silver Moon Goddess. She is not a new god created by Zorgia using her laws.”
Just like the Goddess of Life, Silusris, Elucia was also sleeping in the depths of the moonlight. Zorgia’s sacrifice was to reawaken her…
Verafia and Ig had made similar speculations before, wondering if Zorgia would create a new Dark Moon Goddess using life. However, upon seeing the true Silver Moon Goddess, Elucia, in the moonlight, her expression became even more solemn than before.
Her jade-like slender fingers tightened slightly around the scepter of life. Her golden eyes lifted, and Verafia gazed at the silver-haired goddess in the depths of the moonlight. Her hands cradled a hazy, indistinct soul, and her soft, gentle voice flowed through the moonlight.
That faint, indistinct soul belonged to Zorgia, the Dark Moon High Priest who had sacrificed his life. And the Silver Moon Goddess, as if treating her most devout follower, personally came before him and earnestly bestowed blessings and favor upon his soul.
“…The moonlight will bring peace to your soul. I shall bear your sins and punishments, my servant. Sleep here until the eternal kingdom arrives.”
Verafia faintly heard the Silver Moon Goddess’s voice.
Hearing the girl’s words, Ig frowned. It had always been rumored that Zorgia betrayed his goddess and allowed the River of the Dark Moon to shroud the Sacred Mountains. If that were the case, why would Goddess Elucia be blessing his soul here?
The silver-haired goddess gently placed Zorgia’s soul down. The moonlight flowed, merging into this world of moonlight. She rose slightly, raising her face, her silver eyes, shimmering with brilliant moonlight, fell upon Verafia:
“Goddess of Life… so that’s how it is. Silusris has also departed.”
The Silver Moon Goddess’s voice was soft, like the flowing moonlight, tinged with a faint sadness.
Verafia tightened her grip on the scepter of life and gazed at her. The silver-haired goddess’s pupils slightly closed, her exquisite eyelashes trembled, and she gently shook her head, saying:
“Then, the new Goddess of Life, you are the successor chosen by Silusris. You have come to the land of moonlight, wanting to stop me?”
“Stop you… that’s right.”
Verafia murmured, a hint of disappointment suddenly appearing at the corner of her lips. “So, thirty years ago, Zorgia did not betray you. Your divine spark, and the Dark Moon Goddess, were all at your behest?”
“If you want to understand it that way… it wouldn’t be wrong.”
Elucia said, “For thousands of years, he was the most devout believer. Even though I, like Silusris, was dormant in the abyss, he heard my voice, and thus, bore the sins and punishments that should have belonged to me.”
Hearing her voice, Verafia’s eyes couldn’t help but ripple. Ig took a step forward and looked directly at her. “Lord Elucia, you are the Goddess of Silver Moon, why would you do this?”
“A human, and merely from the Sacred Domain, yet the strength of your soul is already legendary? No wonder you can come to my world.”
Elucia turned her head to look at Ig, a trace of surprise appearing in her silver eyes. “Not only that. Besides the aura of that girl, there is also the fire and light, the bloodline of darkness, even the abyss and eternity on your body… truly peculiar.”
Ig’s pupils flickered. The silver-haired goddess gently shook her head and said, “However, since you have experienced the abyss, you should understand what kind of future that represents. Why do you still ask me this?”
“Elucia, do you mean… the Deep Sea?” Verafia recalled Zorgia’s mention of the “Deep Sea” and raised her head to ask.
“Deep Sea… a time where flames extinguish, there is no light, no life, a dark and withered era. This is a good name.”
Elucia revealed a slight smile. Her pupils closed slightly, and she continued, “It is so. In the future I see, the abyss will eventually devour all the light and life in this world. Whether it is light, or Herafir, or even Silusris, they are merely insignificant ripples in this tide.”
“Even if Silusris does not agree, I still want our citizens to be able to live through that dark age and continue their civilization.”
The goddess’s soft voice echoed in the quiet night. In the moonlight, there flowed a darkness colder than the deepest night, a darkness that even “darkness” could not describe. It was a color devoid of any light, any warmth, just like the profound ocean.
This was the dark, deep sea that Zorgia had offered to the goddess.
Verafia’s eyelashes trembled in the moonlight. Although she did not agree, she could understand Goddess Elucia’s persistence. “Then, Elucia, what about my friends? Are they well…”
“They are your friends?”
The silver-haired goddess waved her slender hand, and in the depths of the moonlight, the figures of Ophi and Irene floated, both young girls immersed in the hazy moonlight.
Elucia lowered her face, showing an apologetic expression.
“I’m sorry, my true form and laws have long since withered. What you see now is the moonlight shaped from their bodies… However, Goddess of Life, I can promise you that after the Deep Sea envelops my world and Silusris’s world, I will return them to you.”
“No need. I was just worried if they had already merged into this moonlight.”
Verafia breathed a slight sigh of relief instead. Her jade fingers gently tightened around the scepter of life, and her golden eyes, which had been lifted again, looked at her:
“But, Elucia, the Age of the Deep Sea you speak of… I don’t think a single one of your and Silusris’s citizens would want to see it. Not to mention, Little Fei, if she knew I didn’t stop you, she would definitely be angry.”
Her voice paused, and she chuckled softly. Thin, soft golden strands slid down her tender face, and brilliant life-giving light bloomed behind her.
Verafia’s golden eyes revealed a hint of determination. “Moreover, I refuse to see the future you speak of. Elucia, as you said, I will stop you.”