Only God
Chapter 314 - 271 Eternal Life Dream

Chapter 314: Chapter 271 Eternal Life Dream

In the Celestial Kingdom.

Fire God Ninur went to the temple of the Prophetic God Kagawus, hoping to seek a prophecy about the future for his eldest son, Seleucus.

In the temple, where incense burned, Kagawus emerged from the depths of the temple, encountering the approaching Fire God.

"Fire God, sovereign of innumerable fires, what brings you to me?"

Kagawus inquired.

"Kagawus, mortals call you the Mysterious Prophecy, and today, I seek a future forecast for my eldest son.

My eldest, named Seleucus, bears the blood of divines and mortals alike. He rules over a great nation on Earth, now shattered by his wife’s death.

He cannot accept death; he hopes to defy it, pursuing the elusive eternal life."

Ninur recounted the events sincerely and looked earnestly at Kagawus.

Kagawus furrowed his brow,

"Chasing eternal life?

Fire God, on this earth, there once was an ancient king who also longed for eternal life, but he met death in the end.

Even without prophesying, I can foresee that your son will never attain what he seeks."

The Fire God sighed deeply upon hearing this,

"Will he then meet a tragic end?"

Kagawus slowly turned,

"I do not know, Fire God. But it is highly likely, even without my prophecy.

My only advice is to stop him, prevent your son from pursuing this irreversible path.

Moreover, Fire God, Libog was a kingdom born under the guidance of Forest God Lipo, yet your eldest has become its king, which might seem like an encroachment, and I have heard from other divines that you and he have not been on good terms.

Be wary."

After speaking, Kagawus’s figure gradually vanished into the shadows as he retreated deep into the temple, heading towards the back courtyard.

The temple was left with only the Fire God and the pedestal that held divine statues.

The Fire God slowly approached the standing pedestal, where he saw the statue of Kagawus and another pedestal that was meant to hold the statue of the god of lies and deceit, now adorned with a dazzlingly bright gemstone.

"Is this the Heavenly Descending Gem?"

In this Celestial Kingdom, many gods remembered this gemstone that had caused tumults across the land.

The brilliance of the gemstone captivated the Fire God’s gaze.

Ninur stared at it, unable to look away for a long time.

After hundreds of years, the magic power of the Heavenly Descending Gem was extraordinary, and Slaier’s residual spirit gradually grew thoughtful whenever Kagawus appeared in the temple, retracting its radiance to avoid detection by the Prophetic God.

Now, as the Fire God stood before this gemstone, it began to emit some of its light, enticing the thoughts of the divine being.

"This is merely a gemstone that brings illusions."

The Fire God mused, yet his gaze still lingered on the gemstone,

"But what if... I let my eldest son Seleucus experience the illusion of eternal life?"

A bold thought emerged in the Fire God’s mind.

"For thousands of years, no mortal has achieved eternal life, but that does not mean none have fantasized about it.

Seleucus, since you wish to dream of eternal life.

Why should I not make this dream more vivid?"

Fire God Ninur had made up his mind; he turned and slowly left the Holy Temple of the Prophetic God.

A father decided to cast a benevolent lie upon his most cherished eldest son.

The Heavenly Descending Gem emitted a faint glow in the shadows.

The eerie silence of the Secret Forest was indescribable, its gloom prevailing despite the spring’s brightness, often rendering one unable to see their own hands.

Years passed, and the little girl Mona had swiftly grown into a slender young lady.

At the same time, she slowly embarked on the path to becoming a witch.

Solamus taught her how to concoct Magic Potions, identify plants and herbs, and most importantly, bestowed upon her the Ancient Language, which in Mona’s eyes was witchcraft.

Initially, Mona was terrified of the spells that could evoke visions once uttered.

However, as an apprentice sold to the witch, she had no choice but to study each arcane word of the Ancient Language, attempting to understand and comprehend their meanings.

It took her several years to barely grasp a single term of the Ancient Language.

Mona could see the disappointment in the witch’s eyes.

On one hand, she was relieved that she lacked the talent for witchcraft, while on the other, she worried that the witch, dissatisfied with her, might use her as a material for sinister rituals.

Thus, Mona was extremely attentive to Solamus, doing everything she could to please the stoic witch before her.

One day, Solamus set up a cauldron again, asking Mona to help light the fire.

Mona struck the flint, igniting the charcoal beneath the cauldron, and then followed Solamus’s instructions, adding clear river water, and sequentially various ingredients such as frog legs, thyme, and Dusk Grass.

"Master, what are you brewing this time?"

Not knowing the witch’s name, she generally addressed Solamus as "Master" or "Madam."

Solamus glanced at Mona and said blandly,

"It is a Magic Potion that could buy a little girl."

Mona stiffened, her face turned pale, and she forced a bitter smile.

Being sold to the witch by her mother was the memory she least wanted to touch.

During the thousands of days and nights she lived with the witch, Mona had often thought of escaping but refrained due to fear of the witch seeking revenge on her mother, which would keep her lying motionless in bed all night, soaking the sheets with cold sweat.

She frequently hoped her mother would return to the Secret Forest the next day to redeem her.

But every following day, the Secret Forest remained cold and desolate.

Solamus handed the soup spoon to Mona.

Holding the spoon, Mona stiffly dipped it into the cauldron’s thick yellow concoction,

The very Magic Potion that her mother had traded her for, which she was now personally brewing—it could supposedly cure all sorts of ailments.

It truly felt like a stab to the heart.

But Mona was helpless against all this, bound to follow Solamus’s orders.

Solamus watched Mona as she prepared the Magic Potion.

Over the years, Mona had only mastered a single phrase of the Ancient Language.

It seemed that the young girl’s talents might be decent... but actually, they were not.

Solamus had a premonition that perhaps for Mona’s entire life, she would only fully grasp a single phrase.

Partly it was an issue of Mona’s talents,

And partly it was the language issue.

The Ancient Language was created based on the oldest form of the Logos language, deeply interlinked and very similar.

However, over time, due to the differences in races, regions, and customs, the world’s languages had significantly diverged.

Originally, different races speaking the same language now had to rely on translators when interacting face-to-face.