Why Am I a Priestess When I Reach the Maximum Level? - [Vol. 5] Chapter 261
[Vol. 5] Chapter 261: Rebirth
“Is that so…”
If what Elrand said is the truth, it at least proves one thing. This so-called unidentified Primordial Light can indeed create life and souls.
The Lightborn Tribe…
At first, Violet thought that the so-called [Light Worshipper Church] was formed because a certain priestess had inadvertently displayed high-level magic in front of a crowd several times, and the excessive flow of information she carried resulted in a superstitious effect, ultimately leading to the formation of this organization.
But after actually interacting with them, she discovered that this organization, whether in its composition or the doctrines it presented, did not blindly worship an individual existence. The concept of the Primordial Light was clearly something more elusive and abstract.
In this case, it would be somewhat unrealistic to say that they were born out of witnessing “Violet.”
The [Light Worshipper Church].
Although they occasionally mentioned things like the “Primordial Light,” they always sought to resolve issues through their own efforts, unlike the Goddess Church, which liked to constantly invoke the name of the deity. Their faith was more akin to a pure spiritual solace.
Compared to a true religion, it seemed more appropriate to describe them as a “mutual aid society.” They were an open-minded organization without unnecessary formalities, and their behaviors were quite proper.
To be honest, realizing this, Violet felt a genuine sense of relief, especially with characters like Sasha and Xavier being able to become [Light Worshippers], which further confirmed her judgment.
However, Elrand’s previous words hinted at some more subtle information.
This organization… is definitely not something that just recently emerged.
Perhaps most of the current members of the [Light Worshipper Church] have only recently joined, but its true core has likely existed for a long time.
In other words, Violet’s past actions may have propelled the rise of this organization, but… they were certainly not its true origin.
And this [Primordial Light], which Elrand is so reticent about, is not an unknown concept in the Holy Empire.
In the teachings of the Goddess Church, the Goddess of Light Aurora is also referred to as the Primordial Light, but it seems the [Light Worshipper Church] does not share this view. Otherwise, there would be no need to establish a separate religion.
Speaking of which, when Violet once encountered that golden-eyed “Violet” in a dream, some of the illusions at that time also referred to it as the [Primordial Light].
That night, the entity spoke some incomprehensible strange words in her dream before quickly disappearing without a trace, and it has never appeared again since. However, Violet has always been very concerned about the content of that encounter.
Putting aside what the [Primordial Light] truly is, that “Violet” is definitely different from it.
At least, Violet recognizes that she cannot achieve omniscience and omnipotence. There is so much she wants to understand.
…Forget it.
This question is too complicated, trying to delve into it will probably only entangle herself further. For now, it’s best to focus her energy on more pressing matters.
The ritual that Theresa is conducting has already fully commenced.
In just a short time, the girl’s posture of placing one hand against the tree trunk has changed to pressing down with both hands, exerting herself fully to maintain a stable output of power.
A rich azure light has risen around the green-haired girl, soaring over three meters into the air. Although still minuscule compared to the massive blood tree, it is sufficiently impressive relative to Theresa’s slender form.
The azure halo that spreads from the girl’s palms has covered and enveloped the tree’s robust trunk, as thick as a pillar supporting the heavens, along with its countless branches and blood-colored leaves, transforming it into a magnificent sculpture resembling jade.
Once the blood color was obscured, the tree’s originally terrifying and bizarre appearance softened instantly, and under the surging life force in the forest, it truly took on some of the qualities of a divine tree.
“Cough, cough!”
A few strands of crimson blood seeped from the green-haired girl’s lips, as if transferred from someone else.
It was not due to an attack from anyone. Rather, it was the result of forcing such immense divine power through a mortal body without having undergone divine intervention. Even if the type of power belonged to [Life], it would still cause damage from the strain.
Violet did not intervene. Although the girl standing beside her, Eudora, showed immediate panic upon seeing Theresa spit blood and instinctively opened her mouth, Violet anticipated this and preemptively patted the pink-haired girl on the shoulder, signaling her to remain silent.
This was Theresa’s own choice. At least at this moment, no one could help except for her.
Moreover, if there were real danger, Sethlin would not just stand by and watch.
The tremors and vibrations of the giant tree became increasingly pronounced.
Even the ground beneath everyone’s feet began to emit slight rustling noises, as if some extraordinarily large entity was hidden underground, thrashing about in pain.
The violent tremors intensified, and eventually, even ordinary people like Xavier, who had only moderate strength, found it hard to keep their balance and needed help from stronger individuals to avoid falling.
This blood tree… was stronger than expected.
Violet silently reassessed her earlier judgment that a four-person team could defeat it with effort.
However intense the tremors became, the ground beneath Theresa’s feet remained completely unaffected. Neither the blood tree itself nor the roots that caused the earth to shake had any impact on the green-haired girl, who was giving her all to assist it.
Thus, at the moment when the azure halo completely enveloped every corner of the blood tree, the enormous tree, which had almost blocked out the sun with its vast canopy, began to slowly shrink.
At first, the speed was very slow. After a full ten minutes, the outermost shade of the tree finally shortened to a noticeable extent, but as this process continued, the blood tree’s struggles began to gradually ease, and its shrinking speed began to increase.
A few minutes later, the first beam of bright sunlight from the sky pierced through the azure expanse revealed by the receding shade, casting its light on the onlookers in the distance.
The tremors of the ground finally calmed down.
In contrast, the radiant glow emanating from the green-haired girl became increasingly brilliant and dazzling. It had shifted from a pure azure to a deep jade-like green, and it was becoming even more profound as the blood tree continued to shrink.
At this point, even without prior information, a discerning observer could easily discern the principle behind Theresa’s actions.
She was using herself as a medium and container, absorbing the immense vitality that the giant tree had accumulated over hundreds of years, causing it to revert to its original state and removing excess impurities.
To bear such power in a human body, even if just temporarily, was a burden that could easily be imagined.
In fact, this was not Theresa’s first time coughing up blood. However, with the assistance of that surging vitality, any damage would be immediately healed, leaving behind only the simple sensation of “pain.”
It was like forcefully pouring water into a person’s stomach until it was almost swollen and bloated, yet they could neither die nor lose consciousness, akin to a form of torture.
This was why Violet had said that while Theresa could theoretically achieve this, the crucial question was whether her mind could withstand such torment.
But it seemed she had indeed persevered.
As the ritual progressed to this point, nearing its conclusion, most of the blood tree’s life force had been successfully absorbed, and it began to visibly shrink at an accelerated pace, retracting its lush branches and leaves as if time were reversing.
Smaller and smaller.
Ultimately, it transformed into a green seed resting in the palm of the green-haired girl, who slowly squatted down with some difficulty to replant it into the earth.