Village Head's Debauchery-Chapter 1322: White Flame Cosmic Tree, A Blessing

Orion observed as it expanded, spreading across the vast cosmic tree roots with him at the centre.

The flames flickered across the roots at an inconceivable rate.

Within minutes, the entire cosmic tree root system was ablaze. The roots neither burned nor reacted violently to the vigorous White Flames. Instead, the fire began to seep into the roots, merging with them.

The crystallised, radiant roots now shone even more vibrantly, their intensity matched only by the burning White Flame.

It was a magnificent and beautiful sight to behold.

Then, a strange occurrence unfolded.

The White Flames began to gather, forming roots of their own upon the crystallised cosmic tree roots.

The new roots took shape, surpassing the original in intensity.

Then, Orion felt a tug, urging him to step amidst the blazing white tree roots. He entered without hesitation.

The moment the blazing roots touched his own blazing form, it was as though a spark ignited within a wooden house. The roots became even more potent, and bark began to form, stretching outward into the void.

Witnessing this scene, Orion was stunned. He realised that it was forming another cosmic tree construct.

But he still had no idea what Iyraith was trying to do.

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he asked, "What's going on?"

"I have chosen to also cleanse those who have been affected by the curse. It is a blessing to every inhabitant of Paradise. They will all be filled with a new energy that will enable them to withstand the curse," Iyriath Zi'ria declared.

"Even if they reencounter the curse, as long as this realm exists, they will be purified and reborn anew. It will serve as another true path to godhood. This will make Paradise far more self-sufficient, separate from the other realms."

"I have also seen the structure of your realm—to keep mortals on one side and divines on the other—and it is commendable. However, the divine domain you have built is still vastly lacking. In the next million years, it may fall apart despite your efforts."

"This new cosmic tree will not only serve as a natural habitat for the gods of the Paradise Realm but as a Paradise in itself. While the cosmic tree of that Mysteries births universes and strange worlds for the development of mortals, this divine cosmic tree will birth divine realms and divine phenomena for the growth of the divine; realms within realms, Mysteries beyond Mysteries. Let the divine domain where the two roots intersect serve as a bridge between the two cosmic trees."

"Spirit Beasts will also be able to reside within this Cosmic Tree. As long as they can harness this new energy, they will be able to exhibit their full strength. This way, you may bring those who have pledged their loyalty into the Paradise Realm."

"Due to your connection with the White Flame, only you possess authority over this new cosmic tree. Regardless of the path those within Paradise take to godhood, I have ensured that with this tree, your standing will never fall beneath the Mysteries."

"As long as it grows, you will grow. As long as you grow, it will also grow. But as a cosmic tree born of my strength, it will always remain several steps higher—a bridge that cannot be crossed."

"This is the gift I, Iyriath Zi'ria, offer you on behalf of the Omnithriallian race."

"My child, do you like it?" she asked.

There had been many times when Orion had found himself at a loss for words. But at this moment, countless emotions welled up within him, and though many words filled his lips, none could encapsulate the depth of what he felt.

"Yes... I love it. Thank you, ancestor," Orion responded, his voice cracking with emotion.

He knew the sacrifices that would have to be made to accomplish a feat of this magnitude.

He wasn't even sure he could achieve it in a single lifetime.

After all, just the construction of the Mysteries of the Twelve Step Stairs had required a resurrected General Reynold, Oberon, and many irreplaceable elements.

Furthermore, it had drawn the attention of the Will of the Divine Mysteries, which sought to break into Paradise and destroy it.

So, he dared not say that he could ever fulfil even a portion of what was required to birth a cosmic tree meant to house gods.

Yet, it had all been given to him as a gift from an ancestor who wished to atone for past crimes and ensure her descendants could survive for countless epochs.

He had witnessed the immensity of the divine in that moment, for there was no greater gift than this.

"That is good. I am pleased that you like it," Iyriath Zi'ria said softly.

"Will you cease to exist after this?" Orion asked, his voice trembling with concern.

He could sense the weakness in her voice.

Having been granted so much, he naturally felt worried for her well-being.

He could not bear to stand by and do nothing.

"I will," Iyriath Zi'ria replied. "I have used up the last of my power—I also didn't hesitate to draw from my consciousness scattered across within the Vylkr Armours."

"Although this will slightly diminish Naka's power, with the resources currently at his disposal, I trust he will recover quickly. But this means he may notice what has transpired and try to use his ability to uncover the reason behind my actions."

"But do not be afraid. This realm alone is enough to block his ability. And with my help, he will not realise what has occurred. However, he will still harbour a hint of suspicion, so remain vigilant."

Orion nodded.

"Now, don't worry about my demise. Among all my children whom we have encountered, you are one of the few who have chosen to lay down their lives for others' lives that had been stripped away or deprived." frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"As a parent, I have only done what I believed was best for my children, so they could rise above the problems I once had to face, and follow the principles they've chosen for themselves," Iyriath Zi'ria replied.

"Orion, do you have a dream?" she asked gently.

Perhaps she wanted him to be completely honest with her, because her voice had grown softer, warmer.

Orion knew she could easily read his mind, and he wouldn't even be aware of it. But she chose not to.

It was like a parent waiting patiently for their child to share a hidden desire, even if they already knew the answer.

Despite that, Orion found it challenging to speak.

He cleared his throat a few times.

"I have a dream to wake up every day knowing I have nothing to fear. To feast upon the beauties of all realms, to sow my seed, and watch my bloodline expand," Orion finally said.

"That is the most obscene, vulgar, depraved, wanton, licentious, and salacious ambition I've ever heard. I would have mistaken you for an ancient god if I hadn't confirmed that you are, indeed, one of my children," Iyriath Zi'ria responded, her tone tinged with disbelief.

Orion trembled slightly. He smiled wryly, trying his best to maintain his composure. He knew how his words might have sounded to a being who had lived through untold epochs, but he wasn't about to lie.

"But everyone has their own dream. I won't intervene. With your unique condition, you'll be able to accomplish such a feat on your own," she continued.

"You know about my special condition? Can you tell me how to manage it?" Orion asked.

"Yes, I do. And you don't need to worry about not being able to control it. In fact, you already possess full control of it at this moment. If you wish to learn more, you'll need to search for the other members of the human race," Iyriath Zi'ria replied.

"They hold the answers to why you possess such a special condition. Just as I've ensured that everything between us remains unknown to others—except to other Omnithriallians—the same secrecy applies to the information regarding them."

"I'm sorry."

Orion shook his head. "I understand."

He understood her situation, so he didn't press further.

"I want to ask another question."

"Go ahead."

"Did your people create the Spirit Beast race?" Orion asked.

He had asked her before, but she had dodged the question.

This time, he asked directly, hoping for a clear answer.

"No. The Omnithriallians didn't partake in the creation of the Spirit Beasts. The Spirit Realm was already brimming with life when we discovered it."

Orion's mind raced at her answer.

The Omnithriallians hadn't created the Spirit Realm.

They had 'found' it.

Those were two powerful truths that changed everything.

He thought back to her earlier words—how in the beginning, there were only the heavens and the material realm.

If that were true, then where did this third realm—the Spirit Realm—come from? A realm filled with Spirit Beasts resembling both magical and ordinary beasts of the material realm.