The return of the goddess of creation was the best news in 10,000 years for the surviving guardians and sprites. After the collapse of the old era, nothing could make them happier than the safe return of the "mother" who had shaped the glorious era. Not to mention the sprites who were always in high spirits, even the solemn and old-fashioned giants held a rather grand celebration this time. It was at the Heart of Destiny that had become safe again, around the brand-new Basilica of the World Tree.
While the threat of the Mad Lord was still there, and more urgent than ever, the necessary celebration was still necessary. Not only could it dispel the long-lasting gloom in everyone's heart, but it could also boost morale in the future battles. More importantly, if there were more surviving planets in the universe that still had the faith of the goddess of creation, then the mortals struggling in the darkness could also find comfort.
For example, in Holletta, all the believers of the goddess of creation had received the oracle of the goddess' return, and in the even more distant and dark depths of the universe, the guardian giants had also received some scattered feedback. While the scattered thoughts were a lot less than the flourishing scene of the Plane of Dreams in the past, it was still a spark, and it was enough to bring some comfort.
At least, there were quite a few sparks that had survived.
But after the short celebration, the goddess of creation did not continue to play with the happy sprites. She greeted a few high-ranking giants and returned to the depths of the Basilica of the World Tree alone.
In the center of the basilica, the "textbooks" from the Galacticus Galacticus had been taken out of the box and placed neatly on the nearby bookshelves, and a few sprites were busy between the bookshelves. Their job was to keep the place tidy, but it seemed that their main interest was to climb between the shelves.
Rheia came before the bookshelf, and according to the "curriculum" that Hao Ren left behind before he left, the books had been arranged according to subject and difficulty. She did not need to choose from among them and only needed to follow the study plan, so she did not pay attention to the books around her and directly pulled out the first book on the first row.
"Introduction to the Gods …" Rheia caressed the cover of the thick book as she gently read the words on it, and then carried it to the desk. "I hope these things are really that useful …"
A few fairies hopped to the desk. "Goddess! Goddess! You want to read? "" Goddess, don't you want to play a game of Candy Crush first? "" Goddess, don't forget that there's a lesson and practice after self-study — Hao Ren told us! "
Rheia gently pushed the kids away. "Go and guard the door. Tell them I need to do my homework. I don't want to be disturbed unless it's something important."
After the fairies left, she opened the book with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity. She used a little of her divine power to focus her mind on the title page of the book.
A paragraph of unexpected text suddenly appeared.
"To my descendant whom I have never met:
"When you're reading this, I should be fighting at the distant border of Order in order to prevent the Abyss from invading and destroying the world of Order. I should be teaching you personally, and showing you how to use our great power, but power means responsibility, and it is the same for me. So I cannot leave the frontlines, and can only bring these books to you, hoping that they can help you.
"My descendant, you have inherited a powerful and glorious bloodline. The history of this bloodline can be traced back to the era when the Order of the Endless Void was first established. At the beginning of all history, even before the beginning, our bloodline already existed, and our ancestors had used courage, strength, and wisdom to defend the balance of the world of Order. Of course, the first two points are the main points — but they are not important.
"What you need to know is that from the moment you inherited this bloodline, you are destined to be a brave and fearless warrior. Our way of survival is to fight endlessly on the path that we have chosen. We don't care about setbacks, victory or defeat, and we don't care about obstacles or desperate situations. Even if we fall one day, we will face our enemies head-on … Alright, I admit that this way of speaking doesn't suit me. All in all, my main thought is that our family tradition is to fight, fight, fight. If you have the determination and fighting spirit to smash people's skulls with a hammer in a desperate situation, then turn to the next page.
"— Your mother."
Rheia was dumbfounded.
Truth be told, at that moment, she really wanted to close the book and put it back on the shelf, and then do a couple of big questions to calm herself down. But when she thought about it, she had not even finished the first-year curriculum, and it was impossible for her to do any big questions, plus some kind of supernatural influence, she could not help but turn to the next page of the book.
The moment the page turned, Rheia suddenly felt dizzy, and the space around her turned upside down. Even with her power as a true god, she could not resist this change, and when everything stabilized, she found herself in an unfamiliar space.
The surroundings were filled with an endless, faint mist, which emitted a faint light, permeating the entire space, making this place seem to be in chaos. Under his feet was a layer of water that was as calm as a mirror. When he stepped on it, layers of ripples would appear, but no matter how hard he stepped on it, it seemed to be only a thin layer, and he couldn't even feel the depth of the water at all.
Rheia knew that this space should be harmless, so she did not panic. Instead, she looked around curiously. She knew that the book must have dragged her into this space for a reason, so she suppressed the idea of walking around and waited patiently for the next change.
"Calm and collected, that is a good quality."
A voice suddenly came from the mist, and then a tall figure suddenly appeared there, as if she had been standing there since the beginning, and no one had noticed her until now.
Rheia stared at the figure, and the figure gradually became clearer. Rheia saw a woman who looked somewhat similar to her walking out of the mist. She had the same silver-white hair and blood-red eyes, and she was wearing a black dress that looked like an evening gown. Her long hair even reached her ankles, and a domineering and flamboyant aura emanated from the figure. Even though it was just a projection, the aura still felt real.
More importantly … her breasts were huge …
Rheia stared at the woman who appeared in the illusion, and then involuntarily looked down at her chest, but she saw nothing …
"Don't worry, you will grow up in the future," the woman who appeared in the illusion said confidently. "I was like this back in the day."
"You are … my mother?" Rheia asked uncertainly. Although the way the other party spoke seemed to be different from what she had imagined, she thought of the words that had appeared on the page and the possible use of this space, and she guessed so.
"Dark Valkyrie — this is the current clergy, Shaymar Bryndis Poisonwing." The woman who called herself Bryndis pointed at herself. "Of course, I am currently fighting a war outside, and what appears before you now is only a sliver of my consciousness, but this sliver of consciousness should be enough to answer many of your questions."
Rheia did not care about the question of consciousness. This was the first time she had seen her "mother", and a mixture of curiosity and nervousness made her a little flustered. After a long while, she carefully asked, "Then you are here … to use this space to teach me something?"
The Dark Valkyrie shook her head. "No, you have to learn by yourself. I am here just to show you something."
"Show you something?"
"That's right, but before that, I have something to ask you." The phantom paused before continuing, "Are you starting to feel hesitant?"
Rheia opened her mouth, and she instinctively wanted to make some excuses or come up with some euphemism to make herself less awkward, but in the end, she nodded gently. "Yes."
This was the first time she admitted this in front of someone else.
"Let me think … is it because of the pressure that the so-called Mad Lord has brought to you? No, that's definitely not the case. The person who inherited my bloodline cannot be affected by this pressure. So … you have realized that a lot of your efforts have not paid off. "
"This world was once full of life. Some were created by me, and some were born naturally. Countless vibrant planets once covered every corner of the universe. For a long time, all my actions and plans were to protect this vibrant world," Rheia said slowly. "It was difficult, but I had such a clear goal, so I never hesitated … But now, almost all the planets that I had protected were destroyed … I left behind countermeasures, but in the end, almost no one was saved."
The figure did not speak and just looked at Rheia quietly.
"Mother, I don't know what a qualified god is like. In fact, even without this identity, I don't know how far I can go as a protector of mortals. If everything we do cannot change the end result, even if we fight to protect a world, and the world will still be destroyed, or even destroyed, then what is the point of everything we do? "
The figure still looked at her quietly until Rheia could not help but turn her eyes away. Only then did the higher god break the silence. "Do you know how mortals resist in the face of the end of the world?"
Rheia did not react for a moment. "Huh?"
The figure did not speak, but gently waved her arm.
The endless chaotic mist around them immediately dissipated, and on the calm water surface that stretched to the end of sight, a scene suddenly appeared.
It was another world in the endless void.
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