Chapter 252

Chapter 252: The Maiden Buried Beneath the Sea of Flowers

With a sigh, Lolan Hill slowly descended from the sky. Looking at the scattered corpses of the bees on the ground, she pondered for a moment before summoning a gust of burning wind to incinerate the poisoned bees, preventing any contamination of the environment and avoiding the spread of deadly toxins to other creatures that might wander into this place.

These bees were not entirely doomed; nearly half of them remained around the hives. If not for their aggressive nature, Lolan Hill would have preferred not to fight them.

If only they could be tamed, then honey could be produced.

As these thoughts crossed her mind, Lolan Hill returned to the sea of flowers. Taking advantage of the bees’ temporary absence, she decided to hasten the maturation of some flowers.

She landed back amidst the ice-blue flowers, retrieving a slender flute made of maple wood, its surface reddish-brown with faint patterns.

The long windpipe flute echoed across the wilderness, its melody light and graceful, like a butterfly flitting through the blossoms, dancing gracefully.

In autumn, the forest was swept by the wind, rustling through the colorful leaves. In the open fields of the forest, flowers swayed in the breeze, while glimmers of mana and magic floated along with the music, gently drifting.

The accumulated greenish-blue glimmers fell, and the ice-cup flowers began to revive, new sprouts pushing out to replace the withered branches and leaves. The light blue flowers bloomed like raindrops, trembling and opening their petals to release a refreshing fragrance.

Then, tiny seed particles slowly formed beside the flowers, enveloped in small fruits imbued with special frozen moon magic, their surfaces covered with a thin layer of white frost.

A pair of hands as pure and white as jade cradled these small fruits and plucked them, the deep blue round grains rolling into her palm, sending a chill through her hand.

The maiden knelt amidst the sea of flowers, her eyes slightly closed, feeling the serene flow of mana.

Beneath the tranquil beauty of the flower sea, a sleeping consciousness gradually appeared in her perception.

After a long while, the maiden slowly opened her eyes, the emerald glow in her pupils slowly fading away. It was then that she understood why the red maple tree had said that the existence to the north was cold and seemed to be suffering.

This sea of ice-cup flowers was not naturally grown but specially planted by someone in the past. Beneath this sea of flowers lay the remains of a life, and these ice-cup flowers relied on absorbing the energy of this departed soul to continue growing, preventing them from being completely devoured by the bees.

Gentle breezes gradually lifted the maiden’s white dress, lifting her into the air to sit on a soft cushion of condensed air, looking down at the beautiful sea of flowers. Then she extended her delicate fingers.

As her palm pressed down, the earth beneath the sea of flowers split apart, and clumps of soil began to rise into the air, carried by the currents.

Layers of soil seemed to lose gravity, floating upward and moving toward the surrounding areas, the pit below growing larger.

When Lolan Hill used wind to loosen and lift nearly 20 meters of soil, a transparent blue hue finally appeared before her eyes.

The covering soil gradually lifted and floated, revealing the full extent of the blue to the maiden.

An ice-blue and transparent crystal coffin, with beautifully intricate edges, contained a stunning maiden lying inside, her hands crossed over her waist, serene in appearance.

A golden-threaded crown adorned her ice-blue hair, with pointed ears behind her ears. Her face was exquisite, a necklace with a blue crystal pendant resting between her collarbones, followed by a full, fair chest, wearing a water-blue dress, both elegant and luxurious, with various gemstones shaped like droplets adorning the hem.

Is she dead?

Lolan Hill slowly descended from the sky, standing in front of the coffin, observing it closely.

The crystal coffin fit perfectly, almost seamlessly, with no visible gaps. Inside, the maiden lay on a white blanket, with two blooming ice-cup flowers beside her. Even after countless years, these flowers had not withered.

Placing her hand on the coffin, Lolan Hill closed her eyes again to sense the situation.

At this moment, another maiden’s ghostly figure slowly emerged from the coffin, easily passing through the crystal barrier, looking curiously at the silver-haired maiden before her.

Then, she reached out with a ghostly finger to touch the white-dressed maiden, and with a sudden chill on her forehead, Lolan Hill opened her eyes.

The two maidens stared at each other, quietly examining each other.

Is this a spirit?

Surprisingly, Lolan Hill was not afraid, even though this spirit seemed powerful.

The ice-blue maiden’s ghost circled Lolan Hill several times before stopping.

“Who are you?”

“And who am I?”

This ice-blue maiden’s spirit seemed to have forgotten many things. Although spirits cannot speak, she conveyed her questions and information, which Lolan Hill clearly perceived, much like when she faced Cinaeth’s illusion.

“My name is Lolan Hill. I just discovered your coffin under this soil.”

“Coffin?” The ice-blue maiden was puzzled, then turned to look at the sleeping body behind her, startled, and hid behind Lolan Hill.

“Am I already dead?” She seemed not to have realized it yet.

“Yes, you are,” Lolan Hill nodded.

“Guh.” The ghostly lady seemed unable to accept this fact, hiding her face on Lolan Hill’s shoulder, looking at herself lying in the coffin, causing Lolan Hill to feel a chill on her neck.

“Stop crying. Actually, I can tell, you’re not sad, right?” Lolan Hill shook her head, pulling the ghostly lady behind her back to the front.

The ghostly lady seemed embarrassed after being pointed out.

“But, shouldn’t dying make one sad?” She actually didn’t remember her past, merely mimicking emotions from her understanding.

“Why do you not remember your past but remember that dying is sad?” Lolan Hill tilted her head curiously, looking at the ghostly lady who was slightly taller than her.

“Well, I don’t know, is that normal?” The ghostly lady also looked at Lolan Hill with confusion.

Very abnormal, Lolan Hill thought. Although this was her first encounter with a ghost, based on Cinaeth’s description, spirits that could appear in the world often did so due to magical assistance and a strong obsession.

Therefore, most of these spirits lacked common knowledge and only remembered the most vivid events before their death, usually unfinished business.

But it was regrettable that these unfinished tasks were mostly unpleasant, such as hatred, revenge, greed, and resentment. These emotions were the easiest to provoke.

Sometimes, necromancers would deliberately torture the dying to create ghosts for their own use.

Also, because spirits and corpses often reflected the darker aspects of the world and society, necromancers often took twisted and extreme paths, leading to their poor reputation and suppression by the upper echelons of the continent.

Moreover, due to the gradual changes in the objective environment, the necromancer sequence gradually weakened, eventually leading to the Mercury Dynasty’s inability to sustain vast territories and resolve internal conflicts, ultimately disintegrating.

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