Chapter 588

Chapter 210 Remnants of the Deity Part 7

I stared blankly at the woman’s face, my eyes vacant and my mind in a daze.

What did she say just now…

Mother Deity…?

The power of the Mother Deity…

Is she referring to the Fertile Mother Deity?

Her power is… the Abyss? Chaos Fire? Huh?

What’s going on…

Did I misunderstand… but the dancer really said that… she has no reason to lie to me… but how could the Abyss…

My head was in turmoil, as if I had grasped something very important, something crucial… I should have realized… what exactly…

“Silvijah!”

The dancer’s call snapped me out of my shock. She didn’t give me time to sort out my thoughts, struggling to say, “We… we don’t have time…”

…We?

I suddenly regained my senses.

Noticing that my arm was held by her, I forcefully pulled my hand away from her icy palm and instinctively took two steps back, frowning deeply, “Don’t lump me with you…”

Who are you calling ‘we’? You damned heretic…

But…

Now isn’t the time to think about this.

Though I felt disdain, I understood the dancer’s judgment wasn’t entirely unreasonable. At this moment, she had regained some clarity, and after finally realizing my chaotic power, she spoke those words urgently, not just to save herself.

Her gaze told me she was telling the truth…

Even though she is undoubtedly wicked…

Compared to my state of being clueless and blindly charging forward, this woman seems to know much more than I imagined.

To truly solve the current situation, save Bai Da, and stop the deranged deity from wreaking havoc… if things are as she says, then… with my lack of knowledge, I need her help…

My mind raced, though only a couple of seconds passed.

I steadied myself, took a deep breath, shook my head vigorously, dispelling the jumbled thoughts in my mind, calming the tumultuous emotions within, and finally managed to focus on the dancer’s face seriously.

She struggled to stand up, one hand supporting the ground and the other pressing against her chest wound. Thin wisps of death smoke drifted from between her fingers, mingling with the faint sound of erosion, and blood continued to flow, staining her bright red dress with dark brown.

Her cracked lips were tightly clenched, as if she was suppressing a groan, her beautiful face showing signs of pain.

Her injuries hadn’t healed…

The power of the purgatorial fire here is almost completely useless. I shouldn’t have dealt such a heavy blow… She can’t die… not yet… but that punch landed in her left chest cavity, I don’t know if it damaged her heart or lungs…

“Cough, cough…”

The dancer coughed incessantly, each cough bringing up large mouthfuls of blood. Her condition seemed dire. Just when I was at a loss and thought she would soon die, suddenly, her blood-stained body trembled slightly, and thin golden light began to bloom around her, gathering greenish light points like fireflies towards the wound in her chest.

Buzz—

The sound of a miracle echoed through the vibrations.

“Tsk.” I clicked my tongue.

Damn it.

She possesses miracles.

The instant the light enveloped her chest, the bleeding stopped. The dancer lowered her hand covering her chest, and the wound began to heal rapidly, even faster than the recovery of the Abyss. This woman’s faith power was not weak, almost rivaling Margaret’s.

However, after the wound healed, the chaotic power couldn’t be dispelled; the death smoke continued to seep out and erode from the gradually recovering skin, resisting the golden light continuously. From the tear in her dress, one could clearly see the blackened and necrotic flesh.

As long as I don’t withdraw my power, even if she doesn’t die, she will never recover…

It seemed that the power of divine miracles could work here.

Or perhaps, only the healing miracle could?

These thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant and were then cast aside, just as the dancer had said, time must not be wasted.

“At the peak of the rock, there is a dragon.”

I shifted my gaze from the slightly pale face of the dancer to the towering peak in the trembling distance. I quickly asked, “If I destroy that bead, can we save it?”

I had previously tried to use dead smoke to devour that blood bead but failed. Even biting it with my teeth did not work; I couldn’t consume it. But according to the woman’s words, I needed to use the power of chaotic fire, or black flames.

Although I didn’t understand the principle behind it, since she had said so, I had to give it a try. Apart from this, it seemed there was no other way—though if there was, it was something I didn’t know.

The power of the abyss, although usable here, was not flowing smoothly. When I had intimidated those fairies earlier, because the released power was not much and far below my limit, I didn’t feel any particular discomfort. It wasn’t until later when I charged into the blood web and fully unleashed the power of chaos that I suddenly felt a strange sensation…

Not pain, not dizziness, but a sense of “mismatch,” “disharmony.” It was as if the power that had long become part of me suddenly became uncooperative, like someone with hemiplegia who can’t control their limbs freely. This discomfort was something I had never experienced before; it should have started from the moment I entered here, though the reason was unknown.

But in such a state, it was clearly impossible to confront the fleshy blood web head-on—I couldn’t go all out. There were too many restrictions in this world; I couldn’t defeat that disgusting thing.

I could only follow what the dancer said and give it a try…

“…Dragon?”

The dancer’s voice came from beside me, sounding somewhat puzzled: “Do you want to save that dragon?”

“It is, my friend.”

I looked at her seriously and said, “Tell me, can it be saved?”

“…”

The dancer fell silent for a moment.

“That is not a dragon.”

She spat out a mouthful of blood, her voice clear like a mountain stream yet weak and powerless: “Perhaps long ago it was, but now it isn’t. That is the core maintaining the operation of this world, the true key to unlocking the so-called Dragon Homeland. Its physical body has long been reduced to ashes when it became a medium. The ancient deity used its vast divine power to transform the Hellevix white dragon into the purest energy or spirit form. And its physical body…now lies beneath your feet and mine.”

The dancer tapped her toe on the cracked rocks below.

“You…you mean…”

“I’m saying, go all out. As long as the Sin Goddess cannot break the seal, this world will not completely collapse. And that dragon, it has already become the spiritual hub maintaining this world. Countless dragon bones have turned into land, and land has become its body. As long as this place does not perish, your friend will never leave you.”

The dancer frowned slightly: “I don’t understand how you became…friends with that thing? You have too many mysteries about you, but it seems you know even less. The lies taught by the Church, you seem to believe them all without doubt… Now, you’re like a flower cultivated in a greenhouse, completely unaware of how cruel and helpless this world truly is… It’s almost a dead end.”

She paused.

“If we both survive and get out of here today, Hilvega, you must also want to understand the answers to these things, right? I will tell you everything I know, every detail. Regardless of whether you hate me or look down on me, please put aside your prejudices and talk to me then.”

“…”

I looked at the woman’s gray but solemn face, trembling my lips. That word “okay” never came out.

“Surviving and getting out. We’ll talk about it later.”

I left with these words, no longer looking at her, stepping into Moon Step, soaring into the air, spreading my fiery wings, and swiftly rushing towards the summit of the distant peak amidst roaring winds.