Chapter 935 Pastoral Care: Flame Essence
Aiwass had already performed the Cultivation Essence technique once, and his transcendental power was now much stronger than before. Therefore, the preparations for this ritual went much smoother.
He entered the underground ritual room of the Temple of Silver and Tin and carefully carved the magic circle inscribed in the Book of Law.
The eight-pointed star formed by the overlapping of two squares did not have the names of any of the nine gods engraved on it. Instead, "Aivaz" was written in eight different languages on each corner, and words praising Aiwass were written on the top or bottom of each side in eight different languages.
The wine for the ceremony was also prepared by Aiwas himself.
Unlike the ritual wine used by the Shadow Fiends before, the essence of this pastoral cultivation was of a fire attribute and a higher intensity. Therefore, cinnamon no longer met the requirements of the ritual. This time, Aiwass found a barrel of fine sherry and poured it into the cauldron.
During the half-hour slow cooking, ginseng, dried peppercorns, dried chili peppers, and phosphorus powder of the Flame-Defying Butterfly were added in turn.
The originally yellow wine now turned bright red like blood.
Aiwass poured the boiling wine into the crystal wine glass and threw in the amethyst eight-sided dice that he had carved himself.
After blessing Lily, some dark spots appeared on the dice. They didn't seem to be stains, but looked like they were stained with blood.
At that moment, the wine made a hissing sound like quenched metal.
A golden glow like the sun burst out from it, and the dice seemed to have become the core of the sun.
Aiwass placed another chair in the center of the ritual formation - when the wine cooled and the light disappeared, the ceremony was ready.
There were no candles or other light sources.
In the dark space, Aiwass sat naked on the chair, closing his eyes and adjusting his mood.
Aiwass tried to make himself arrogant and superior - he imagined himself shining like the sun, illuminating the darkness.
So, without Aiwass using any lighting magic... his body began to glow gradually.
It's not the pure white light of illumination magic, which is soft and delicate, reminiscent of milk.
It's like the colorful rainbow light that is released after the sun passes through the glass window.
The light was much weaker, even a little dim.
Aiwass slowly opened his eyes, his demeanor becoming sacred and solemn.
——At this moment, I am God.
The great beast is the apostle.
He looked like a church fresco in glazed tiles, oozing with light that was broken into colors.
At this time, Yulia knelt obediently in front of Aiwas, holding the wine in the glass with both hands and injecting fire-attributed magic power at the same time.
When the wine was infused with energy, it once again radiated a brilliant light. Meanwhile, the iridescent rainbow light on Aiwass's body became even more prominent, and a halo even formed behind him.
Aiwass took a deep breath.
He raised his hand slightly and caught the Flame-Rebellious Butterfly.
Put it into your mouth.
As Aiwass chewed slowly, flames that his body could not bear burst out from within.
Cracks appeared across Aiwas's body, and a golden-red, undying flame ignited from his body, as if he were wearing a cloak of flame. The wooden chair beneath him also ignited, transforming into a flaming throne.
At this time, his eyes had been burned and melted by the uncontrolled flames, but Aiwass did not cry out in pain.
Because at this moment, Aiwass only felt like he was dead - his perspective appeared above and behind "Aiwass", floating in the air, almost completely separated from the perception of the body.
He tried to reach out his hand, and the hollow body below him also raised its hand synchronously.
"I am your shepherd; I will keep you from want."
A brilliant, hollow voice echoed through the void, overlapping with the hoarse whispers of the shell below.
A thorn as black as coal emerged from Aiwass's right eye, and a white flower grew out of it.
He pinched the vine hard, pulled it out of his brain with dark red sticky blood!
The white flower suddenly burst into flames, but the blackthorn remained as quiet as ice.
Aiwass turned it over and pointed the blackthorn at Yulia like a quill.
He wrote the name "Aivaz" on Yulia's forehead.
Yulia kept her eyes on Aiwass the whole time.
There was no worry or heartache in her eyes as it should have been - the ritual required her to look up at Aiwass as a believer would look at a god, with no other distracting thoughts allowed.
The rational Julia can naturally perfectly fulfill the requirements of the ceremony.
The words, with a wisp of spark, started to burn after they were all written - and also set Yulia's pure white hair on fire, but did not hurt her.
Yulia did not feel the burning or pain, only warmth.
Aiwass, whose body was almost burned to rotten wood, loosened his grip slightly.
The burning white flower in her hand fell into the sun-shaped wine glass held in Yulia's hands.
The black thorns disintegrated in the wine, while the white flowers burning with flames suddenly expanded—
A golden-red flame burned from the wine glass!
"Here, I give you grace, I give you hope, I give you bliss."
The sound emitted by Aiwas's body became increasingly similar to the lazy sound of the Flame-Defying Butterfly. That sound overlapped with the sacred and glorious voice in the void, declaring, "No reward required."
The next moment, the most intense flame burst out from the wine glass with a whoosh.
Like fireworks, it bloomed on Yulia's face!
In an instant, flames began to spread from her body in all directions.
The entire ritual formation was ablaze. Every name of Aiwass, along with the words praising Aiwass, burned together.
In the space, it seemed as if countless overlapping prayers echoed simultaneously - as if countless Julias were chanting Aiwas's name and words of praise in different languages at the same time.
——The essence of the art of shepherding the essence is the method of false gods.
Simulate gods, simulate apostles, and simulate believers who worship gods.
At this moment, Julia is not just "a" believer, but the representative and incarnation of all "believers of Aiwas".
Therefore, the power she was given was also the sum of these believers—
Yulia was not afraid of the flames in the cup, but suddenly raised her head and drank the still burning flames in the cup!
She held the eight-sided dice in the wine in her mouth - and at this moment, the burning white flower was wrapped around the dice.
The white flower was outside of Yulia's mouth, making it look like she was biting a flower.
In the blazing flames, the white flower gradually withered and closed, before it transformed into a butterfly cocoon.
The next moment, a flame butterfly struggled out of the cocoon that the white flower had transformed into, and the cocoon turned into ashes.
——That is the Flame-Rebellious Butterfly!
It was as bright as heated metal about to be forged, and even in the midst of the fire it could be seen gleaming.
It fluttered and landed on Yulia's head, like a butterfly hairpin on her white hair.
Through this ceremony, Yulia and the Flame-Butterfly once again established a close connection.
Then, Yulia put down her wine glass, lowered her head, and spat out the dice in her mouth.
The eight-sided dice spun and finally stopped at the number "8".
——Compared to before, the black mark on the dice has expanded a little.
At that moment, the moment the dice stopped rolling, a dark red symbol representing "infinity" appeared on the ritual array. Two rings suddenly encircled Aiwass and Yulia, sucking the entire flame in the room, including Aiwass and Yulia, into the symbol.
When all the flames were sucked in, the mark disappeared immediately.
The ceremony was successful.
The next moment, a strong sense of bond formed between Aiwas and Yulia.
It was like the connection between Aiwass and Lily—even stronger. Without the Flame-Defying Butterfly acting as a relay like the Night Demon, Aiwass could directly sense Yulia's condition and even initiate communication with her.
...It's like the relationship between a god and his believers.
As if time had flown backward, Aiwass, nearly reduced to a skeleton, ignited a pure white flame of regeneration, his flesh rapidly regenerating. The traces of the ritual formation's burn gradually disappeared, leaving only the chair beneath Aiwass reduced to charred charcoal.
And Aiwass also "landed" back into his body again from the drowsy feeling of healing.
It was a long time before he gradually came to his senses from his god-like, indifferent perspective.
Only then did he realize that Yulia had put a cloak on him the first time.
...Is this child actually worried that he will catch a cold?
Aiwass felt helpless, but also touched.
"How's it going, Yuli?"
He asked Yulia, who was happily experimenting with her new power.
The girl seemed to have gotten a big toy. She was very excited and her eyes were shining. "I have to try again, brother!"
"Okay, you two get along well."
Aiwass was very pleased.
At this time, the Flame-Rebellious Butterfly rested on Yulia's head, disguised as a bow.
He casually drew a card and summoned the Night Demon out of habit.
The next moment, Aiwass was suddenly stunned.
——Because the bow on Yulia’s head did not disappear.
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