Chapter 103: Give Me the Seed of Life!
No wonder the first page of the notebook said that all the gods were dead.
With forty-nine Witches appearing at once, it made sense.
Although the number of gods in the Heavenly Continent was large, it wasn’t as exaggerated as in Journey to the West, where you could kill a bunch of gods by throwing a brick. Forty-nine was definitely not a small number.
What exactly happened a thousand years ago that could lead to such a large-scale demise of gods? Could it be that a divine war broke out, a civil war among the gods?
Unfortunately, although Violet’s diary recorded many things, she was, after all, just a mortal, a Saintess. She didn’t know much about the affairs of the gods.
Violet inherited the authority of the Storm Lord.
But, in addition to this authority, there was also the oracle from the Storm Lord before his consciousness completely dissipated.
[His authority has been usurped, shadows will engulf this world.
Find the inheritor of XX, follow Him, serve Him, give the power of the storm to Him, and He will lead you to find light in the darkness!
You carry… hope!]
This was the oracle recorded by Violet, but several words on it were crossed out.
Then, the War of Faith in the Heavenly Continent suddenly broke out.
The Holy See issued an order to abolish all churches except for the Holy See itself. All statues of gods were to be moved into the Holy See, and all the people of the Heavenly Continent could only believe in the one and only, supreme God, the Goddess of Holy Light.
Undoubtedly, this sudden declaration naturally met with opposition from other temples. No one took the Holy See’s threat seriously. After all, although the Holy See was the most powerful of all churches, it couldn’t possibly be the opponent of so many other churches combined.
But unexpectedly, the Holy See actually started a war.
They formed a powerful Iron Crusade and brazenly launched an invasion against other churches. Temples crumbled under the iron hooves of the Iron Crusade, statues were demolished, and clerics were burned at the stake as heretics.
The Temple of Storms was also destroyed at that time.
In the notebook, Violet vividly recorded the scene at that time based on her diary.
“Their bodies were covered in steel, their heavy bodies marching in unison.”
“The earth trembled!”
“Their eyes were red, their hands were red, their spears were also red, stained with blood.”
“I couldn’t believe that the once most outstanding Holy Knights of the continent had become like this. They seemed to have become crazed monsters, destroying everything. Priests were pierced through the chest and died, nuns were raped in the corners…”
“They had lost their humanity, leaving only bestial desires.”
“I am the Saintess of the Temple of Storms, I have nowhere to retreat. Although the God has fallen, I cannot tolerate His glory being desecrated by these thugs.”
“I fought to the last moment. I am so tired, I feel like my body has stiffened, my fingers can’t move, until a spear pierced through my body… I had no strength to dodge.”
“Inch by inch, it pierced into my chest, pierced through my heart, and came out from my back. It hurts so much…”
Simple and unadorned words, seemingly without much emotion.
Violet seemed to be narrating what had happened in a very simple and plain tone, but between the lines, Qin Chu could sense a faint trace of despair and pain.
Qin Chu’s heart twitched slightly.
Based on the contents, Violet should have died a thousand years ago, right?
Then the current Violet… was just a ghost? A spirit?
Qin Chu scratched his hair irritably. Shaye was a ghost, a pure spirit body. Anthea, needless to say, was also a ghost. Now Violet was also a ghost. Did he have a spirit-attracting constitution or something? Why were ghosts all gathering around him?
However, Violet, this ghost, seemed to be a bit special. Her presence felt very real. During his brief contact with Violet, Qin Chu didn’t detect any ghostly characteristics on her.
Perhaps it was the authority of the Storm Lord that prevented Violet from dissipating like other ghosts. Her soul awakened after a long time.
What she saw after waking up was the dilapidated Temple of Storms. The War of Faith had already ended, and the Holy See was the final victor. Except for the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess, all other churches had been conquered by the iron hooves of the Holy Knights.
The statues enshrined in the Holy See, besides the original Goddess of Holy Light, also included the seven auxiliary gods of the Goddess of Holy Light, despite the fact that they had razed the temples of these seven auxiliary gods to the ground.
Apart from these deities, other gods were not worthy of having faith in the Heavenly Continent.
After waking up, Violet didn’t seek revenge. She knew she couldn’t do anything. She was like a bound spirit, trapped in the ruins of the Temple of Storms, stubbornly trying to restore it to its original state.
She buried the bones of her companions and placed the corpses of the Holy Knights that the Holy See hadn’t taken away in the desert.
She repaired the damaged walls, windows, and statues, digesting the knowledge of the gods, waiting for the arrival of the “He” mentioned in the oracle.
She believed that He would bring salvation.
It was a life of loneliness, solitude, and hope.
Loneliness and solitude would grow, but hope would only gradually fade.
Violet didn’t know how long she had been waiting. Days passed by, day and night, spring and autumn, one year? Ten years? A hundred years? Hundreds of years?
Loneliness was the most terrifying punishment.
Waiting was like a long road with no end in sight.
Finally, Violet’s soul couldn’t bear the torment anymore and began to show some abnormalities. The divine knowledge had also reached the limit of what she could bear.
She started to have hallucinations, occasionally seeing a large number of Holy Knights from the Holy See appearing in the temple. She fought with those Holy Knights, destroying the temple she had repaired.
After destroying it, she would be in unbearable pain, kneeling on the ground and wailing.
She realized that her consciousness was about to collapse, but she was powerless to change it. She knelt before the statue and prayed for salvation, but then suddenly became enraged. The Storm Lord had claimed that there would be a great being who would guide her to find light in the darkness, but where was this “He”?
The enraged Saintess destroyed the statue, and after her sanity returned, she wept and repaired it.
Again and again, it was like a painful cycle. She couldn’t find a way out. The will of the god she had inherited also became a torment. She began to resent the Storm Lord for giving her this authority.
The handwriting in the notebook was sometimes neat and elegant, sometimes twisted and crazy.
Where is He? Where is He? Where is He? Where is He…
The last few pages of the notebook were filled with frantic scribbles.
Phew…
Qin Chu let out a long breath. He knew that Violet was actually crazy.
But Violet’s madness was a little different from ordinary madness. It was somewhat similar to schizophrenia. Her consciousness was divided into two parts, one rational, the other insane and extreme.
The two consciousnesses influenced and interfered with each other.
The strange conversation with Violet in the afternoon had taken place under this interference. At that time, Violet seemed to be relatively normal. It should be that her rational consciousness desperately regained control of her body, but the interference from her insane consciousness couldn’t be ruled out.
Moreover, the insane consciousness clearly had the upper hand in Violet’s body. Towards the end of their conversation, it had already taken over. It must have been quite difficult for her rational side to gain control for a moment.
Closing the notebook, there was no doubt that Violet wanted to get something from him. She had set this trap for him.
But surprisingly, Qin Chu didn’t feel hatred towards Violet, but rather pity.
A thousand years!
What kind of torment was a thousand years of loneliness?
Even without the erosion of divine knowledge, one would go crazy.
This was a tragedy. Violet from a thousand years ago was just a young girl caught up in this tragedy, forced to bear pain that she shouldn’t have to bear.
This diary was a precious treasure, giving Qin Chu a certain understanding of what happened a thousand years ago, although there were still many unanswered questions.
For example, was the divine war a thousand years ago an internal strife or an invasion?
Were the gods in the Void, the goddess in the cage, related to the divine war a thousand years ago?
What were their identities?
What was Violet waiting for?
But knowing this much was already a good harvest. Qin Chu put the notebook into his storage ring, planning to decipher it carefully when he had time later.
He turned to leave. After all, Ekaterina had been calling out for two hours already, her voice almost hoarse. Her suffering should be over.
But just as Qin Chu turned around, with a whoosh, a black shadow pounced on him with a gust of wind.
Her speed was too fast. Even though Qin Chu’s strength was already quite good, he had no chance to dodge. A pair of slender, fair fingers directly grabbed his throat.
Before him was a familiar yet strange face.
Her blue-gray eyes had turned into a dull red.
The upper half of her right cheek was covered with dark red, thread-like patterns, like branches or feathers, extending directly to the back of her eyes.
Her entire face was filled with a terrifying yet alluring beauty.
It was Violet.
Madness was spreading and intensifying!
The black gauze fluttered in the wind, revealing her fair body underneath.
The anxious wait had made Violet lose her patience.
She had waited for over a thousand years, and she didn’t want to continue waiting like this. When she was about to go upstairs to find Qin Chu and plunder the Seed of Life, she sensed a faint aura here…
Her dark red eyes stared fixedly at Qin Chu, the thread-like patterns on her face spreading rapidly. She opened her mouth, revealing her neat teeth. Her desire for the Seed of Life had become unbearable:
“Give me the Seed of Life… now!!!”
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