Chapter 1254: The Day of Cicada Shedding its Shell
As Aiwass relaxed his grip on power slightly, an amber glow emanated from him.
As Aiwass raised his head slightly, his skin gradually became transparent - the strong amber power completely submerged all the colors on Aiwass' body and smoothed out all the textures on his body, turning Aiwass into an amber human figure with star-like glow, just like a blown sugar man.
After sensing Aiwass's power, the "Stone of Eden" that had been silent for a long time suddenly began to tremble and hum.
It vibrated slightly on the table, like a cell phone on vibrate mode. With each successive vibration, it gradually moved closer to Aiwass.
Aiwas's consciousness gradually became blurred... and before it completely evaporated, he subconsciously stretched out his finger and touched the Stone of Eden.
At that moment——
Golden lines like ripples echoed in the air, and as Aiwass's fingers got closer to the Stone of Eden, the ripples became denser and brighter.
The moment Aiwass actually touched the Stone of Eden, a clear memory suddenly flashed through his mind:
In front of him was a... or rather a white bug that was quite close in size to the Stone of Eden.
It looked a bit like a beetle, with a hexagonal bump on its back. However, instead of the thin, transparent wings of a beetle, these were furry feathers. This made it look more like a pet than a monster...
He held out his hand, and it flew toward and landed on Aiwass's fingertips. Its six wings slowly folded together, reflecting a pure and sacred glow under the white light.
When he got this close, Aiwass could finally see its appearance clearly.
It looked a bit like a cicada's head. Those protruding, shrimp-like eyes, were actually two dim yellow gemstones. It was about the size of a walnut... If you removed the head and wings, it would be the Stone of Eden.
The only difference is that the color of the "gem" on its back is not the solid emerald green, but a flowing gold.
It looked like some kind of fluid, shimmering with a dark golden liquid that was almost as thick as a paste. It looked like nail polish, but also like gel. Inside, tiny fragments shimmered like stars, resembling some kind of space capsule.
——Which part is the main body?
A question arose in Aiwas' mind.
Is it this insect-like head, or the pure white feather... or the liquid in the small backpack on his back?
“—It’s the liquid inside.”
A gentle, familiar voice sounded from Aiwas's heart.
He turned around and saw someone who looked familiar... but whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
——It was Lucifer.
Those twelve pure white wings, still uncut and inlaid with gold and jewels, possessed a power more brilliant and dazzling than that of the Fallen Angels and Lucifer.
His coming alone makes the surrounding light flaunt and surge.
He stood beside Aiwass and looked at the little thing crawling on Aiwass's fingertips with interest.
"It likes you very much, snake."
"How should I raise this child?"
The snake thought to itself, "What does it usually eat?"
He looked at the child and felt an incomparably pure joy from within.
"All winged beings live towards the light."
Lucifer’s gentle voice echoed in the snake’s heart: “Drawing the light from people’s hearts, just as you scaly ones draw physical nourishment… We winged ones draw spiritual nourishment.
"Ideals, hope, friendship, courage... these are all precious nutrients. Like aphids sucking sap from a tree. That's why they are usually placed in the tower. Here, endless light echoes."
Lucifer said as he gently touched the white-feathered larva.
As he raised his hand, a layer of golden glow slowly spread out like a curtain, and the whole world shook slightly.
It first moved closer to Lucifer, but just before being touched by his fingers, it suddenly shuddered, twitched violently, and flew up with its wings flapping. After circling the two of them several times, it landed on the snake's right shoulder.
That was the direction away from Lucifer.
"...but at the same time, too much light can burn us."
Lucifer was somewhat helpless: "It likes you very much. Perhaps it's because you also have light in your heart... pure, flawless. Full of hope."
"——Is this also why you became friends with me?"
Hearing this, the snake turned around and looked at Lucifer.
"yes."
Lucifer didn't hold back at all: "It can't be called flawless, but it's pure enough; it can't be called scorching hot, but it's not icy cold. It's not as glaring as the sun, but it has a unique rhythm. I like your light very much."
He said, looking at the larva resting on the snake's shoulder: "It seems that it likes you too."
"What is the gender of the child?"
The snake asked curiously, teasing the larva on its shoulder: "Can I come here more often to keep it company in the future?"
"The most primitive winged beings have no gender, for we are all born of light. Each ideal becomes a new eggshell, drawing light from the hearts of others, growing wings, and flying towards the sun."
Lucifer's voice echoed softly and brightly within the snake's heart: "Those winged beings with different genders are actually contaminated by impure light. There are chaotic frequencies in their hearts, thus tainting these ideals with distorted light. But even so, it is still light...
"--Why don't you take it away, snake."
After a moment of silence, Lucifer made a suggestion that surprised the snake: "I believe in your light. It might be better for it to follow you than to follow us."
"...What will happen if you follow me?"
"It will inherit your ideals. Don't you scaly people have a saying? Offspring are the continuation of their parents. The offspring of winged people are also the continuation of their parents—not in terms of physical bloodline, but in terms of spiritual inheritance."
"...Do you have any offspring of your own?"
The snake asked curiously.
"No."
Lucifer felt a little regretful, yet very proud: “This means that I have never entrusted my ideals to others.
“There is nothing I want to give up, and nothing I want to do that I cannot do. I can spread my wings and fly to the sun by myself.”
The scene changed.
Aiwass saw the sky full of dim yellow.
The sun is dead.
The moon shone with a blood-red light, but it could only illuminate less than a quarter of the sky.
Countless ruins floated in the dim yellow sky, like unroasted tea leaves with their stems floating on the water.
Looking around, there was no living creature on the ground, but in the sky, a deformed dragon roared and flew.
Among them was a giant dragon with silver-white wings, and a flying headless monster holding the heads of Weizhe and Zhigaotian in its hands.
Only the dark thorns were wriggling and crawling on the ground.
Buildings were reduced to ruins, the land dried up and turned into a desert. Dreams and reality merged together, but even the entire dream world was in ruins.
His consciousness was hazy. Lying on the ground, countless pitch-black thorns entangled his limbs. His lower body had completely withered, fused with the thorns. His hands were as withered as trees, with only the area above his neck remaining barely intact. Even his neck was covered in a network of black veins like maple leaves.
After a violent cough, his consciousness seemed to become vaguely clearer.
“——Teacher, teacher!”
I heard the pure white girl holding her head and crying, "Don't die, teacher!"
“[……].”
He heard himself say a name.
However, the moment I said it, the whole world seemed to have muted itself.
“…I’m sorry.”
He smiled bitterly, his voice hoarse: "I tried my best."
"Teacher, there is another way. Use the Tail Ring!"
The pure white girl almost turned into light, illuminating the small ball of fur in the dim world: "Back to the past——"
“…Back to the past.”
He heard himself mumbling and sneering, as if in a dream: "Was it useful...?"
Suddenly, his eyes turned to the pure white girl.
As if realizing something, he opened his eyes wide and his vision suddenly became clear.
He coughed violently, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't tell if it was because he was choking or if he couldn't help himself.
“[……], [……], I’m sorry. I’m sorry… but…”
After staring at him blankly, the girl suddenly realized something.
No one in the world could understand him better than her.
She suddenly fell silent.
"……I see."
The girl slowly lowered her hand.
Her hands moved up little by little, slowly grasping the black thorn halo on his head.
"...The Tail Ring...and, Sensei's position as the Pillar God...leave it all to me.
"I am—"
As she spoke, she suddenly pulled the halo that was entangled with black thorns.
His body suddenly began to disintegrate at an accelerated rate.
Unable to pull herself apart, the girl simply plunged headfirst into the halo, letting the thorns stain her cheeks and neck red. She allowed the ever-tightening halo to strangle and suffocate her. As the thorn halo pierced her throat completely, sinking into it—in this way, she forcibly seized control of the Tail Ring from the newly appointed Forbidden Pillar.
——But this behavior must come at a price.
As his consciousness quickly blurred, he felt as if the whole world seemed to freeze.
In a world of pure black and white, the only thing that became clear was the girl, strangling herself, her life rapidly fading. She was the only existence with color, yet she was also swallowed up incredibly quickly by the black and white.
"The heir—"
And at that moment, his body suddenly collapsed.
The sinthorn formed from the majority of his body transformed into a black coffin, freezing and solidifying the girl's body just before it broke apart. Meanwhile, his head completely dissolved and melted, transforming into a golden apple held in the girl's arms.
The next moment, the whole world was covered by a roaring dim yellow.
Freeze, stagnate.
Until everything is silent.
After an unknown amount of time, the white-haired girl with winged ears frozen in amber opened her eyes slightly and straightened her body.
She finally revealed what she was holding in her arms, something she was carefully protecting like a fetus... It was a golden apple.
So, time goes back.
She lifted the apple and spun it slightly.
Winter, autumn, summer and spring keep passing, but the world is always covered by amber dusk.
Keep spinning.
Keep going backwards.
Until the whole story begins.
Until...
She saw a carefree young man wearing a monocle, with a gentle smile. When he looked at her... his eyes showed a myriad of complex expressions.
He walked towards her and touched her tentatively.
—But this time, she didn't fly towards him.
She had closed her eyes and fallen into an eternal sleep.
Like amber in an egg. Like the empty shell of a cicada.
So the world went another way.
And now——
As the light in Aiwass's hand surged, the Stone of Eden in his hand came back to life and turned into its original appearance.
The pure white winged larva flaps its wings and flies away.
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