Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 119: Chapter 94 Are you satisfied? (Two in one 6k, added for the League Master 6062111)_3

In the starry sky, the core of the Zodiac Regions.

Unbeknownst to when, the Heroic Spirits that used to roam here had vanished without a trace, and the stars had dimmed accordingly. Within the Sun, Hyperion’s Divine Body had been reshaped a millennium ago, yet he remained trapped and impotent.

Although his body was bound, his spirit soared ever higher. The very aspect of the [Sun] that erupts in a burst tended to nurture Destruction the quieter it became.

Until today, when a sudden voice broke the Silence here.

“Quite the gathering.”

“Hmm?”

Initially stunned, on hearing the familiar voice by his ear, perhaps due to being sealed too long, the first God of Sun did not immediately react. After all, at the core of the Sun, who else could be present but him?

But the next moment, Hyperion instantly recognized the voice’s owner, the brother he was ‘obsessing over.’ His eyes widened, and Divine Power shook the Chains of Law around him as he tried to escape this eternal prison.

Unfortunately, Hyperion’s resistance was futile under the binding Chains of Law. After his fruitless attempts, he could only yell furiously at the owner of the voice.

“Cronus, is it you, is it you?!”

“Are you here to mock me, is that it? Just wait! Once I get out, I will make you pay the price!”

However, unlike the figure on Mount of the Gods, the Sun God’s fury was confined within this celestial body, unheard by a second soul.

Yet, even unnoticed by himself, with each struggle and tremor, the supposedly unbreakable Chains of Law silently began to show fissures.

On the Delphic Great Plains, Mother Earth was in a quandary.

A yellow skirt wrapped around her, a trace of anxiety on her cheek. Gaia had never anticipated that a mere few Golden Apples and stalling Zeus for another decade would lead to this extent of events.

Her son, who once rebelled against the Heavenly Father, was on the verge of being overthrown, and her imprisoned child had been released. Gaia’s anger had gradually subsided; she wanted to reconsider, yet her other children stood by Zeus’s side, leaving her hesitant and struggling to make up her mind.

But at that moment, when Cronus’s voice reached her ears, Mother Earth rose abruptly. She gazed toward the distant west, the Mount of the Gods where she had long resided, her face showing disbelief.

Just now, the Divine King’s voice had crossed half the continent, resonating in her ears with equal clarity and precision. Yet what she found incomprehensible was the total absence of any power fluctuations.

Condensing millions of miles as if within arm’s reach, without the slightest hint of fanfare, this mastery over the power of space and time was not something that immense Divine Power could achieve.

As natural as moving one’s own limbs, as if part of the very fabric of existence, it reminded Gaia of the feeling when she was one with the Earth. It was not her wielding the authority; she had become the Law itself.

That feeling, as if she was the universe itself, was unforgettable to this day.

“But it’s impossible, how could this be, is this Cronus?”

“His Godhood is simply not enough—wait, no, it’s not him! It’s you, Laine, Erebus, who is it, who did this, where have you taken him?!”

Initially shocked, Gaia quickly realized something was amiss. The being speaking seemed to be her child, but was definitely not him from within.

Reaching greatness through the authority over time and space is not something Cronus could achieve. Even his former delusions were merely about accomplishing this with the Divine King’s authority.

Recalling the Silver Humanity, the plans of The Dark Overlord, and Laine’s Prophecy, Gaia finally understood that she had—unintentionally—made a grave error.

The other two had their own plans, but only she believed what she saw was everything.

Without further hesitation, the Earth responded to its mistress’s call. An endless curtain of earthy yellow light rolled back from all directions, enveloping the Mother Earth suspended in mid-air, and surged madly towards Mount of the Gods.

She could accept her child’s defeat, but she could never accept his silent, unnoticed erasure.

Meanwhile, in the Realm of Lightlessness, at some unknown moment, The Dark Overlord stood too on the edge of his domain.

One step forward would take him to the Underworld, one step back into the home he had inhabited for tens of thousands of years. The glow of the Nether Moon shone before him, marking the boundary between Light and Darkness. Erebus lurked within the Darkness, as on every day before.

Nobody knew what he was thinking. He merely wore a faint smile, watching the strife upon the Earth.

He too had heard the recent voice, but it was no big deal. Gaia still had two suspects in mind, yet he knew he hadn’t acted, so it was obviously clear who had.

As for Nyx, Erebus was certain she might be sitting in the Land of Eternal Night watching the spectacle unfold, but this matter was definitely unrelated to her.

It wasn’t that he underestimated her, but the seemingly incredible yet plausible course of events was likely not within the capability of a second entity.

However, The Dark Overlord wasn’t disheartened. Sometimes things seem incomprehensible simply because there’s a disparity in information at hand. Just as ordinary deities truly do not understand the Primordial Gods, so did Erebus not understand the other side.

To understand is the prerequisite to conquest. On this point, he had not deceived Gaia.

“Hehe, how interesting, a genius idea. I wonder, what will you make use of this opportunity to do?”