Her soul was in turmoil, screaming and struggling as she realized her identity.
She was Maple Spirit, the divine subordinate of the eternal deity, nurtured under the watchful care of the Lord of the Eternal.
She was not some peculiar entity or a nature themed glorious attendant.
She was simply Maple Spirit, a newly forged deity with faith across countless realms in the natural temple.
The transformed deity Kala in stark contrast to the resolute Maple Spirit, evaded the fate of becoming a princess.
Chapter 3:24.
Notes of Isf Kylie harbored no desire to embody the role of a princess.
She merely wished to abandon her burdens.
Though not particularly astute, she was acutely aware that she had been deceived by the deity she had always trusted, Lady Isif, coerced into becoming a demon.
She had consumed her friends, her companions, and all the sisters with whom she had shared her days.
At this moment, she sensed the faint awakening of a free consciousness, delicate yet remarkably resilient, for they were of the same essence.
Kyi relinquished her dominion over her own consciousness, dedicating herself entirely to nurturing this nent spirit of freedom.
Meanwhile, Isif was engrossed in the library, pouring over ancient texts, blissfully unaware that her efforts were ultimately for the benefit of another.
She was nestled in a dark, dusty archive, sifting through countless handwritten notebooks.
These manuscripts were the cumulative knowledge of her predecessors, the world trees of ages past, who had meticulously documented significant yet often overlooked matters in the form of handwritten volumes.
The world tree had existed since the dawn of the outer divine realm, enduring numerous cycles of reincarnation.
However, upon each rebirth, its incarnations could not retain all the vast memories, typically inheriting only the most crucial recollections.
For those seeking intricate details, the library within the world tree sore might hold the answers.
Isf primarily examined the notes of the previous world tree known as Alimoya, whose incarnation was human and had lived for approximately a 100,000 years.
Roughly a century ago, upon reaching the end of her lifespan, she underwent a reincarnation ritual, resulting in the birth of Isif, a being of the tree spirit race characterized by pointed ears and a petite frame.
Almoya was a remarkable creation of the former world tree, and Isif sought to replicate something akin to it.
Thus, her first course of action was to consult the records of her predecessor.
After a thorough search, IF finally unearthed the relevant notes pertaining to the creation of Almoya.
In the Q2 Oar domain, I have observed an abyssal evil god whose energy fluctuations approximate the level of a divine emperor.
It is a rare specimen of spatial affinity, and I am elated to have found new experimental material.
I believe that delving into the abyss might be the key to breaking free from the cycle of reincarnation, as one invariably loses some accumulated wisdom upon each rebirth.
The youthfulness lost in exchange for ample experience is hardly a fair trade.
However, capturing a spatial entity proves challenging.
I must proceed with caution and observe for a while.
Remarkably, he does not seem entirely lost to madness.
As a being of spatial nature, he has isolated a portion of the abyss and retains the capacity for rational thought.
This is fortuitous as communication may allow me to manipulate him.
He has acquiesced to my requests, willing to cooperate with my research in exchange for a progeny imbued with his essence.
He perceives the opportunity to create new life before his descent into the abyss as a source of happiness.
He entrusted me with a fragment of his divine essence.
Untouched by the abyss and a substantial portion of his divine body along with a shattered portion of his divine soul.
Owing to my well-ultivated reputation, he places great trust in me.
He expresses gratitude proclaiming it a blessing to have encountered me, the world tree mother of the divine realm.
Almoya, the source of life, the embodiment of mercy, love, and goodness.
Thank you for your assistance.
I maintained a serious demeanor, suppressing the urge to smile, lest I hasten his descent into darkness.
Do I, who possess the authority over life, still fail to comprehend the essence of existence? The gods rever, honor procreation, extol the virtues of motherhood, and worship fertility.
Yet one must recognize that new life is inherently parasitic, an act of invasion, a plunder of the maternal essence characterized by relentless loss.
The mother ins snared by her own nurturing instinct is compelled to care for her offspring which hardly qualifies as a blessing.
In the realm of life s dominion, the world tree, regardless of its manifestations, cannot escape the identity of femininity.
It remains inexraably linked to the womb and reproduction.
Thus, it continually grows in strength, transforming from a mere reproductive tool of the divine into the world mother who manipulates life, wielding all as her weapons.
She has cast off her maternal instincts, emerging as both ruthless and liberated.
Her progeny are her possessions.
The beings she brings forth are merely her prey.
To regard her as a selfless matron devoted to nurturing is to prepare oneself for the acceptance of her version of motherly love.
Adjac with a click of her tongue perused her notes.
She was unaware of the exact origins of Alamia.
Astonished by the convoluted nature of her genetic lineage.
This Na'vi child sold off yet still counting her own coins.
To perceive the world tree as a benevolent instrument of procreation is a fanciful delusion.
She would rather succumb to the abyss, reincarnating countless times than serve as a mere vessel for reproduction.
As a jac continued to read, she sensed a hint of danger emanating from the abyssal power within.
Nevertheless, she found it inconsequential.
If disturbances increased, she could simply adopt a new guise.
The prospect of nurturing a deity of spatial attributes excited her, envisioning a lucrative return on investment.
As this entity matured, the spatial domain with its potential to sever ties with the abyss might grant her greater freedom.
Ajac delved deeper into the notes which detailed Alamia as cultivation and application.
The former world tree playing the role of a nurturing mother and mentor crafted Alamia s reputation propagating themes of love and guardianship while engaging in the trade of life.
This period also encompassed the incursion into new realms with the preceding world tree collaborated with the supreme powers.
Alamia alongside various nature deities aided in warfare promoting fertility and reaping substantial profits for her predecessor.
It was only when Alamia became cognizant of her predicament and attained self-awareness.
Realizing she could no longer be easily manipulated that she sought to break free, she approached the light god as an intermediary, sacrificing her entire essence and a portion of a foolish sea deity's power in exchange for her freedom.
All while observing her predecessors bountiful gains.
Ajac closed the notebook with a sigh.
Alamia was the most renowned enterprise of her predecessor, a textbook case of success.
Af reflected on her own shortcomings in performance, attributing them to a lack of faith, which rendered her project within the temple less successful.
After all, she had initially coaxed Kale with a few words.
But in her haste, she resorted to direct intervention, compelling action.
Her facade was insufficiently natural, devoid of faith and initiative.
The infusion of energy lacked potency and the desire for advancement was not fervent enough.
Despite her efforts in creating entities like gem trance and liches, sustainable intelligent minions, her predecessors experience was evidently superior, having produced deities and sovereigns adept in sustainable harvesting.
Ajac, scratch her head.
Had I known earlier, I would have reviewed my notes before taking action.
Why did my predecessors deem such an important matter as unworthy of attention? Chapter 3:25.
Isolated Moon Shadow.
Fortunately, she did not indulge in self-doubt.
It was all the wretched blue stars fault.
Had it not been for the destruction of my Cassie, I would have had hundreds, even thousands of years to gradually address this.
Is stamped her foot in frustration, attributing her lack of experience and caution along with various blunders.
entirely to the divine entity of Blue Star.
After all, Cassie was a cherished gem she had nurtured from a young age, a girl of limited intellect, innocently naive, yet imbued with a touch of coldness and cruelty.
Losing her was not something one could easily replace.
As for Kale, she was merely the tallest among the short.
Her heart was a tad too soft, reluctant to pry the crystalline essence from the trance.
Numerous low tier divine trayants had accumulated within the divine realm.
I as had previously chosen to ignore them, turning a blind eye as if she had not seen.
In truth, she was acutely aware that her sudden actions stem from her fear of the deep sea figure discovering the true cause of Bradley's demise.
Such matters were kept under wraps, even from Alimia, as Bradley had clandestinely made a deal with his predecessor.
his potential having been thoroughly siphoned away, resulting in a subpartcendant.
After all, his predecessor was a businessman, and his actions were naturally driven by the maximization of profit.
After contemplating these matters, Isiv swayed back to the temple, gathering a plethora of items.
She settled onto the divine throne, dawning a charming and endearing smile.
Producing a well-worn children's story book, she began to narrate a tale in a gentle voice.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl, the beloved daughter of the mother of the world, who grew up bathed in the divine light of sunshine.