Original God's Dark Priest

"Drinking the primordial water is never a life-or-death act. It can indeed purify filth, but at the same time, the body will inevitably collapse... So, there is no life-or-death experience. Death is inevitable from the beginning." Saphir's consciousness was in chaos, and a strange voice rang in his ears.

She instinctively retorted, "But, that's someone else's fate, not mine. I won't die. At least I won't die from something so ridiculous.

Just because Ximoge can't do it doesn't mean I can't do it either. I have my pride, my trump card, and my life. Ordinary people can't take it away, let alone this tiny drop of dew."

"Is it worth it? Risking your life for an unrealistic dream?" the voice asked again.

Safir shook his head. "I don't know. In one's life, there are always times when one has to risk one's life. I just had those times more. It's no different from the previous times."

"Even if there are so many people, what does it have to do with you? Why do you have to fight so hard? Isn't peace good? Do you think you are a savior? What if you give up a life? Who will care? Who will thank you?" The voice was a little impatient.

Safir chuckled: "You also know that there are so many people, so many people, how can I turn a blind eye? I have never thought about asking anyone to be grateful to me. I just simply think that I should do it. I want to atone for my sins."

"How ridiculous! The value of life is different! Stop degrading yourself, they don't deserve it." The voice turned cold, like someone who was extremely disappointed.

Sensing the other party's emotions, Saphir slowly opened his eyes and stared straight into the deep darkness in front of him, as if he could see something from it. "You first measured by quantity, and now you're talking about value. Are you so afraid? Afraid that I'll wake up, afraid that I... will get rid of your control? Will of the Abyss."

"..." The voice disappeared, leaving only endless darkness shrouding Saphir's consciousness space.

"You can hide for a while, but not forever. The purge of the primordial water will reach here sooner or later, and then you will have nowhere to escape." Saphir seemed to have issued an ultimatum, sentencing the will of the abyss that entrenched in his consciousness to death.

The next second, the trembling voice sounded again: "Those who reject the abyss will only die! Since you don't obey, then disappear. There is no need for you to exist!"

"This is my consciousness space, and you are the one who should get out!" Saphir did not retreat. The overwhelming Netherworld chains suddenly emerged, ready to counter the unknown creature that attacked him.

"What's wrong with you? ■■■■" A voice became clear from being vague, and there was a familiarity in the voice that made Saphir feel at home. "You have been distracted since just now. What happened?"

Saphir came back to her senses and found herself in a familiar environment. The holy light that she was used to was now extremely dazzling to her, and the scorching sun that never set also made her feel a little hot. There was no doubt that this was the Midgard Divine Realm: "Why do you suddenly call me like this? Why not call me by my original name?"

"Didn't you say it yourself? You didn't want to be bound by Arnie's past, and you wanted to seal up the name she gave you." The man looked a little surprised, but still explained patiently.

Saphir nodded and walked in a random direction. The man quickly followed her and kept mumbling in her ear: "If you ask me, Xuanji is still too disobedient. Everyone knows what you think. She is just spoiled by your favor. Even if you gave such an order, she just didn't want to change her name. If you ask me, you just spoil her too much."

"She is not arrogant because of her favor, but she understands me too well." Saphir paused and looked at the other person again. The other person's face was covered with a layer of mist and could not be seen clearly. "You are not suitable to live in the God's Domain. If this holy light cannot drive away the dirty thoughts in your heart, it can only dissolve your body.

Think about it yourself, whether to go back and reflect, or report directly to Leviathan. That jealous demon should be very happy to have such an elite subordinate like you."

"Me!" The man wanted to say something when a chain locked him.

Saphir said coldly: "In the entire God's Domain, the only people who have ill will towards Xuan Ji are those in the Old God's Court, and I will kill them one by one when I see them. You want to pretend to be a colleague to interfere with my state of mind. Your illusion is not as good as the state of desire that Asmodeus used on me back then. It's ridiculous."

As she threw out a spear of victory, the entire divine realm collapsed, and the next moment, Saphir found herself in a modern city.

She remembered that this was the day she came for a physical examination after she found something wrong with her body.

"First the divine realm, then the real world. How many tricks do you have?" Saphir had lost his patience. "What can you gain by delaying?"

No one answered her question. This place was different from the divine realm. The Will of the Abyss probably understood that approaching her casually would only allow her to find a shortcut to break the code, so it just created such an illusion to trap her.

But Saphir was no longer ready to play with it. She soared into the air, and a holy wedding-like divine garment appeared on her body. As she began to chant, seven baby-like little angels appeared out of thin air and surrounded her.

Looking at these seven familiar little guys, Saphir showed a rare loving smile: "It's been a long time since we last met, seven little cuties."

The seven of them are the incarnations of the seven Seraphim. They will appear as long as Saphir uses Awakening: Hymn of Angels three times. Originally, because the continent of Teyvat could not withstand their energy, Saphir had never used this skill.

But this is Saphir's consciousness space, so naturally there is no such concern, so she used this skill.

Seven little angels appeared, each holding a musical instrument, and surrounded Saphir as if she were their mother.

This scene naturally attracted the attention of the people below. Everyone looked up, and some even knelt on the ground to pray, like devout believers who were meeting God.

Saphir glanced at the seven little angels she summoned, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. This was not reality, so naturally, there was no life in their eyes, like puppets.

Sighing, Saphir stopped dwelling on these matters and pointed downwards: "Today's goal is to destroy the world."

The holy light condensed into flames, and like a falling meteorite, it smashed into the earth with a long tail of flame. The sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and magma surged. In just a few seconds, the originally peaceful city suddenly turned into a purgatory on earth.

People cried, wailed, and ran around, but it was useless. No one could resist God's punishment. In extreme fear, they reluctantly walked towards death.

"What... are you doing?" The voice that had been bewitching in Saphir's ears sounded again. This time, the voice contained endless fear and anger.

Saphir curled his lips and chuckled: "Can't you see? Slaughter."

“Isn’t this the world you cherish most? How dare you destroy it with your own hands?” The voice trembled, it was afraid.

Saphir looked indifferently at the world below that had turned into ruins: "It's just a scene in my memory. For me, there's nothing to be reluctant about destroying it."

"This will affect your self-perception, aren't you... afraid?" the voice asked as it gradually calmed down.

Saphir laughed out loud when he heard this: "Afraid? Of course I am afraid, but what I am more afraid of is that one day you will completely replace me and destroy everything I cherish, destroy the hope that millions of people have built with their hard work."

A memory is indeed precious, but there are many things more precious than it.

"You can steal my memories to confuse me, but I can assure you that I will destroy every piece you steal. Even if in the end, I am no longer myself." Saphir said coldly, "But how much time do you have? How many of my memories can you destroy?"

"Madman!" The voice uttered a word coldly and fell silent again.

Saphir watched the scene in front of him change again, this time, it was the place where he used to work.

Without any hesitation, she once again turned this place into a scorched earth.

The voice could no longer sit still, and said angrily: "If you... continue like this, your own memory will also be affected. Consciousness space is the basis of a person's cognition. Do you know what will happen if you do this? You will forget your past, and your self-cognition will be completely confused!"

"It seems that you are more anxious than me. Why is that? Let me guess... Are these memories of mine, including my self-awareness, still useful to you? What you want is never to make me fall into the abyss, but to replace me... or even... to set your sights on the worlds I have experienced?" Saphir's gaze fell on a void, as if he saw the abyss through the void.

The Abyss Will was silent for a moment, then spoke again: "Is it worth it? Those worlds have never treated you well, so why would you risk your life to such an extent for those irrelevant people? You don't even want your memories anymore."

"I know what you want to say. The world kissed me with pain, but I responded with songs. I'm not that noble. I just want you to die." Saphir said calmly, "There's nothing to be afraid of. After all, my heart has long been desolate.

Come on, there are still many memories of the past. We are not in a hurry. We can take them one by one and take our time. "

This time, it was no longer the will of the abyss that dominated, but Saphir herself examined her past memories. She personally destroyed every memory of the present life. Those memories that she once cherished, those proofs of her existence, were all turned into dust by her own hands and disappeared without a trace.

"I am Saphir, Aurora Saphir, and I come from a world... that I destroyed with my own hands."

The judgment of the primordial water finally came, with its surging force and irresistible will of destruction, completely submerging Saphir's consciousness and even the will of the abyss.

At the moment of entering destruction, the will of the abyss roared unwillingly: "It is obvious that you are almost successful. Just wait a little longer, just wait a little longer... What's wrong with falling into the abyss? Do you have to perish together with me? You are stupid! What if you get rid of the gaze of the abyss? You are destined to be doomed..."

Saphir did not respond to it. She knew that she was going to die. There was no way she could survive after drinking the primordial water. She was gambling that her consciousness could last longer than the will of the abyss under the impact of the primordial water.

It was necessary for her to burn the memories of the present world, because the present world was the happiest world she had ever lived in, where there were parents and friends who loved her. It was also where the softest memories deep in her heart were hidden, as well as her cowardice and the tears she could shed without restraint.

Without the memories of this place, her last bit of weakness would disappear, and she would turn back into the tortured Lord of the Atrium, the demon that was not tolerated by all living beings.

He also turned back into the Lord of Dust who had a strong will to survive but had to die in the wilderness.

Until her consciousness fell into complete darkness, she kept her eyes open, looking at one place. There was the hiding place of the will of the abyss. She kept watching, watching it being eaten away bit by bit, disappearing bit by bit, and finally turning into a wisp of black smoke, completely dissipating between heaven and earth.

She must force herself to die behind the will of the abyss. Only in this way will she have a chance of survival.

The Archangel's blessing gave her a chance to resurrect, but before resurrection, the Abyss had to die. Otherwise, everything she did would be meaningless, and the Abyss would be like a maggot attached to her bones, attacking her again with her rebirth.

She couldn't afford to lose, she had to win. This was the last drop of primordial water in the world. Egolia was dead, and she couldn't find another person who could use his or her own death to provide her with this precious morning dew.

The will of the abyss must be defeated, otherwise, everything will be over.

Until her consciousness faded, Saphir kept her eyes open, staring at that direction. Even when the Will of the Abyss disappeared, she did not relax even a bit, because she did not dare to rule out the possibility that this was a trick played by the Will of the Abyss.

She could only try her best. Living even one second longer would increase her chances of escaping the abyss.

On her deathbed, she heard a familiar voice: "Ruota also said that I always keep accounts and thought I was a gigolo, so he wanted to open a shop to make money. He is jealous because he himself does not have the ability to pay the bills here, which is my privilege.

I feel that only I can do this, no one else can, and it must be approved by me. No one else’s words will work. Even your words will not work.”

"Is Zhongli... so domineering?" This was Saphir's last thought before his consciousness collapsed, "He is really... unreasonable..."

"Justice has many meanings, but no matter how high-sounding or specious it is, first of all, the right to survive is the greatest justice for a person."

"Fukalos is the smartest pure water spirit. She will definitely understand my idea. So, I will leave the position of the Water God to her."

"This world has long been beyond salvation. The so-called hope is just a lie people use to numb themselves. As long as you are born in this world, there is no possibility of escaping the laws of nature. I should have understood this long ago."

"Demons are born with their own names. This is not a gift, but a shackle. Names are lies, and they are also the means by which this false heaven controls us. Therefore, Nibelungen's death was destined from the beginning."

"Unfortunately, I found out too late. Who can tell this story for me?"

"O Advent One... No matter when, please remember, never let anyone know your 'real name'."