Chapter 1646: Chapter 327: Fruit Falling to the Earth, The Earliest Sacrifice
At this moment, it was July 7th. It was already deep into the night.
The Sun at dusk had long set, and the half-full arc moon had risen high into the sky.
Aiwass took a deep breath facing the moon.
On this incredibly long day, a Pillar God had changed places, and four Celestial Marshals had fallen.
——And to this day, that eternally enduring myth-like desolate desert was about to disappear as well.
Now, there were no longer any Sin Thorns entangled around him, not a trace of flame burning, nor was there thick smoke lingering around him. He simply wore a plain white robe, draped over his shoulders was proof of the past friendship between the King of the Scaled and the King of the Winged, with six wings spread open behind him, suspended in the air.
Under the dual control of the Abyssal Celestial Envoy and the Sin Beast over the Sin Thorns, they had all turned into pure Strength, transformed into Celestial Marshal Shards and pristine mana.
As for those Sin Thorns beneath the desert, Aiwass had decompressed them and extracted their power, and the polluted information had been resealed into solid Star Ice.
At this moment, they lay scattered across the desert like dice of various sizes, shimmering with different color radiance under the glow of the Moonlight.
As Aiwass lifted the pearl clam, it gradually shone with brilliant rainbow light, slowly floating up on its own, leaving Aiwass’s hand.
It was a color akin to Star Ice.
Even in Holy Spring City, the rainbow radiance blossoming in the night sky was visible.
That prismatic light seemed like a suddenly bright star.
"Rainbow..."
Aiwass murmured to himself.
That perhaps should be the color belonging to "hope," now engulfed by the pure black represented by the Void.
The power of Taboo had skewed from "miracle" towards "hope," perhaps corresponding to his past failures going from "more feasible" to "wrong."
Just like that beautiful rainbow light, few could see it under the curtain of night, distant as an object from beyond the sky.
Because only the most pure and clean white light can pierce through the night ——
And beneath that rainbow-colored star shining like a light bulb, Aiwass raised his hands.
He very rarely, solemnly held up the Book of Law with both hands.
The Book of Law fluttered on its own, quickly coming to a halt.
As a reversed Tarot Card began to petrify, Aiwass uttered her name.
"Inanna——"
With Aiwass’s call, a golden radiance brightened instantly before him.
That was enough light to freeze the entire apocalypse, yet it carried an inescapable gentleness.
Born from that light was a little girl, about seven or eight years old.
She wore a white robe identical in style to Aiwass’s, with the same snow-white long hair and amber eyes as the newly reborn Aiwass, and three pairs of wings behind her as well—except for the halo over her head, she was completely a father-and-daughter pair with Aiwass.
In the moment when the Abyssal Celestial Envoy opened the Path... the "Star" who had lost her name and was again granted the name "Inanna" by Aiwass, finally manifested her true form in the Material Realm.
She was the old body before Spirit Amber became a god. She was a nymph not yet in its Cicada Slough.
She was supposed to be the nameless paradox, an unbirthed stillborn—not of this world——
Considering the relationship between the Taboo and Amber, the Great Abyss and the Star... with the death of the Great Abyss, Inanna, now finally able to wholly obtain new life, has formed a kind of inheritance connection.
"Father."
She flapped her wings flying to Aiwass, greeting with a crisp voice, but suddenly remembered Aiwass’s earlier instructions, promptly correcting herself: "No... Teacher!"
"Congratulations," Aiwass revealed a rarely seen tender smile, patted her head, "you are born. July 7th... from now on that is your birthday, Inanna."
As he spoke, Aiwass looked toward the desert beneath his feet, commanding:
"Grant this land the seeds of Harvest... can you do it?"
"——Yes, Teacher."
Inanna readily responded, reaching her right hand to the earth: "Piece of cake."
Relying on the "Memory and Remembrance" shard provided by the Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal, the power that originally belonged to the Pillar God Amber bloomed——
Simply by spending mana, a miracle defying the laws of the Material Realm can be wrought!
And the pearl clam hovering above was currently supplying endless mana.
——That was mana originally belonging to the Great Abyss!
Under the abundant mana, the pale golden desert beneath them churned, transformed into a small patch of dark brown, nearly black fertile land.
This was not soil able to grow crops... because it was too richly fertile, capable of killing any plant. But it was the "seeds of Harvest"——
The "Harvest Seed Ritual" could convert wasteland into normal soil as a "possibility," a large-scale ritual for soil transformation. Usually, this cruel ritual required sacrificing more than one life.
Yet now, when conducted by its true master, the ritual seemed so nonchalant——
The "fertility" infused into the earth was, in substance, "the remnants of all things."
It was condensed death.
If Spirit Amber were not used as a carrier for reincarnation from her birth... she might have originally become the goddess of the earth, the goddess of harvest, within this world.
And the earth and harvest, likewise, connect to the concept of the Netherworld — the "Shadow Nation of the Unowned Domain" that the Shadowy Celestial Marshal found long ago was supposed to be the boundary of life and death. This was why Shadow Nation’s arrival in the Material Realm would kill all crops.
The death of the living signifies harvest; the life of the dead signifies desolation.
The first land to be sown with the seeds of Harvest was an acre, then instantly expanded tenfold.
Afterward, these dark brown traces passed like giant worms tunneling, spreading instantly in all directions.
When viewed from directly above, it seemed like the once smooth skin suddenly cracked open, revealing many dark brown "scars."
Yet these scars symbolized rebirth.
These forces were exactly following the past Sin Thorns’ marks left deep in the desert, injected inward!
Injecting the power of "death" into the desert grants it the right of harvest.
This was what the goddess of earth should originally be doing.
If not for the Void’s invasion, perhaps this desert... no, perhaps the entire world would have already transformed into fertile land of harvest.
"The fruit falls to the ground — the earliest sacrifice in the world."
Aiwass softly murmured: "In exchange for new life with remains and abundance, the endless cycle of life and death is realized..."
The cycle of life and death was so perfectly flawless.
This land was like this from the start, it is now, and it will be so in the future——
"It’s done, Teacher."
In just half an hour, Inanna, receiving unlimited mana supply, expanded the seeds of Harvest across the entirety of Parthia.
It was no trouble at all to Inanna. She didn’t even feel a hint of fatigue.
Thus, Aiwass drew the second card——