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Book 8: Chapter 137: Emerge (1)

“What?!”

Amphorae and Dyon were startled by the sudden appearance of a third party. When Dyon saw who it was, he couldn’t help but get annoyed. This girl was practically his arch nemesis: Holy Princess Lillianna.

She hadn’t bothered him in so long that Dyon practically forgot all about her. Now that he thought about it, maybe she was trying to get herself a new body alongside the other title spirits.

In the end, Dyon just played along. He knew that this Holy Princess hated him as much as he hated her, so for her to come out anyway, she must have a good reason.

“Is there a problem? Also, don’t you know it’s rude to listen in on the conversations of others?”

Lillianna snorted. “You must be wrong, little girl. There’s no way this deviant shares the same power as the Holy Goddess.”

The Holy Arc… It was a vessel so heaven defying that even the furniture that once graced it were auctioned off for obscene prices. In fact, a large part of the reason Ri was not blind today was in thanks to a visor created using a piece of furniture from the Holy Arc.

From what Dyon understood, the vessel was led by women. 108 Princesses, 12 Queens, 3 Empresses and finally, the Holy Goddess.

But, there was something Dyon’s mind picked up on immediately. The first time Dyon met Lillianna was the very same day he first met Aritzia. Their meeting seemed coincidental. Dyon just happened to stumble upon Lillianna’s statue while Aritzia was trying out her luck. Thanks to that coincidental event, Dyon learned many valuable things from Aritzia that day.

The first was the composition of the Holy Arc. Those 124 women held titles that were world renowned and wielded so much faith that their vessel was undefeatable.

The second was the power of the Holy Goddess. Dyon didn’t have any direct information about this, but there was one fact he learned that day that shocked him beyond compare: the First White Mother was only one of three Empresses on the Holy Arc!

However, the third was what made Dyon freeze. According to Aritzia, the Holy Goddess spent her life alone, but she did fall in love with one man: The First Disciple of Abraxus.

[Author’s Note: This was first referenced in ‘Scoundrel (2)’]

It was no wonder Dyon was shaken by this fact. According to Jade, Abraxus’ first disciple only fell in love once on the mortal plane, and that first love of his died to old age. How could it be possible for a woman the caliber of the Holy Goddess, a woman with a transcendent worthy enough to call Abraxus Master, to die to old age? It made no sense.

Of course, it was also possible that this was an unrequited love. Aritzia said that the Holy Goddess fell for a man, but never said anything about whether that man fell for her or not.

However there was something else that was more curious… It made Dyon’s head spin trying to wrap his head around it.

The First White Mother was currently Abraxus’ third disciple. But, according to Evangeline, The Entity, Abraxus’ second disciple, hadn’t been there to witness its senior brother’s first few wives on the immortal plane.

What did this mean? It meant that between the entity transcending and the first disciple becoming Abraxus’ disciple, there were several tens of billions of years. This meant that in all likelihood, even more time should have passed between then and the First White Mother transcending and becoming a disciple.

The timelines simply didn’t sync together. For the Holy Goddess to fall in love with Abraxus’ First Disciple, she had to meet him, no? But, by this logic, the first disciple should have long since transcended by the time the First White Mother became a Holy Empress.

Of course, there was one possible simple explanation for this. Maybe the First Disciple and the First White Mother actually transcended during the same general time and it simply took Abraxus longer to accept her than him.

‘That is possible…’ Dyon thought to himself. ‘… But is that what happened? Why do I feel like there’s something more to this?… That’s why! That’s why it’s so unlikely…’

Dyon understood now why his instincts told him that explanation wasn’t likely to be the truth. The First Disciple’s biggest Heart Demon was watching those he loved die one after another to old age – no matter how powerful he was, he couldn’t stop it. Even Abraxus was growing old before his eyes. How could the First White Mother survive from the time the first disciple transcended to now?

It could be possible that the First White Mother simply had a firmer dao heart than the women the First Disciple fell in love with. However, if even Abraxus grew old during that time frame, that made this explanation incredibly unlikely.

Dyon shook his head, deciding not to think about this anymore. What was the point in harping over the semantics of a story he didn’t have the full facts of?

“It seems that you can finally make yourself useful. I assume that you were hidden within a statue of the Valley of Geniuses for a long time, correct? You can finally fulfill your duty.”

Lillianna stared daggers toward Dyon. “I was waiting for an individual who would accept the Holy Goddess’ legacy. But that person can’t be you. You don’t have any angel blood.”

Lillianna wasn’t a fool. She had been waiting so long for someone with the Wings of Blessings, yet she had tried to kill that someone? She would never live it down. No, she would deny this to the very ends of the earth.