Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 120: Chapter 94 Are you satisfied? (Two in one 6k, added for the League Master 6062111)_4

“Whatever it is, that is your concern. I only want to know the secrets I desire to understand,”

Without sound, the entire Realm of Lightless was ready to cater to its master’s wishes at any moment. Erebus wouldn’t truly sit idly by, but all these, would only commence after his own objectives had been achieved.

Sensing the power hidden within the souls of Silver Humanity, The Dark Overlord had a premonition—he would attain his desire.

Understanding the secrets of the world’s creation might just happen today.

“Quite the turnout.”

With the Divine King’s simple statement, an invisible force reverberated unboundedly, shaking the world’s fabric. Yet at this moment, in front of Mount Othrys, no deity realized this.

In the vast world today, they could no longer sense changes everywhere as they did in the past. In their eyes, the Divine King had only used a trivial trick to transmit his voice to the deities present by unknown means.

And even though the Divine King had aged, such a minor matter was still within his capabilities.

Under their various thoughtful gazes, Zeus continued his performance.

“Of course, Cronus, as you can see, we are all gathered here!”

In the presence of the gods, Zeus’s voice rang out louder. He looked at his father, and powerful forces surged within him.

Dark clouds enshrouded the sky, where silver and purple intertwined. Empowered by the Divine Artifact, the Arrows of Thunder, they released a divine might enough to make any other than the Primordial Gods avoid them.

Feeling this power, his heart settled, and Zeus continued to speak loudly:

“We are gathered here precisely because of your mistakes.”

“As the Divine King, as the leader of the gods, your actions have made it intolerable for the children of the world, the personifications of the Law; this is why you—”

“Enough.”

The voice was soft, just two simple words, yet they completely overrode Zeus’s lofty speech. He tried to speak again, but for some reason, when he opened his mouth, no sound emerged.

His heart sank, and Zeus immediately realized that his premonition had come true. His expression grew stern, and although he did not know how the other had done it, at this moment Cronus was definitely different from when they had clashed before.

It wasn’t just these methods; there were other details too. If it weren’t for his father still wielding the authority of time and space, the power of the Divine King also enveloping him, Zeus might have thought this was a different god altogether.

But authority does not err, so he could only attribute the change to some psychological shift in his father during this period.

“Stop with those high-sounding words. Let’s get back to the main point, my subjects who should be prostrated before me. I know you all are very displeased with me, in all kinds of ways,”

Seeing that Zeus was ‘quiet’, Cronus nodded in satisfaction. Looking around, he saw his group of ‘subjects’ showing dissatisfaction on their faces. Since Zeus had ‘fallen silent’, they had no choice but to listen quietly.

Today, after all, they were not the main characters.

So in the silence, facing the ‘rebels’ scattered throughout the sky, the Divine King continued.

“At this point, who’s right and who’s wrong is no longer important. Since you want to unseat me from the throne with your own hands, then come at me.”

“The Divine King should exit in a manner befitting a king, that’s true. However, what I want to tell you is if I choose to leave, it’s not because of your coercion, but because I wish it.”

With a smile on his lips, at this moment, he felt everything in the universe within his grasp. He sensed Gaia approaching from afar, felt the stirrings on the Sun, but none of these concerned him.

Now, for the first time, he felt a direct, unparalleled power. He was already a little impatient to test it himself.

However, due to earlier agreements, before taking action, he still had one last remark to make.

With a genial smile as a father, he offered life advice to the golden-haired deity before him.

“And you, Zeus, I know you’re getting a little eager. But as your father, I’ll offer you one more piece of advice.”

“What I give you, is yours. What I don’t give, you cannot take.”

Without any warning, when his words ended, the gods suddenly realized that the light around had already dimmed without their noticing.

“What is that?”

No one knew who spoke first, but as the gods looked up, they finally saw it.

It was a giant hand, spanning between heaven and earth.

At this moment, Chaos’s sky, was obscured.

“Well, are you satisfied now?”

Apart from the commotion of the outside world, on the fourth layer of the Spirit Realm, everything remained the same. Laine, dressed in black, stood not far from a silent figure.

In the void around them, three cocoons nurturing deities hung there, belonging to the gods of Spring, Summer, and Autumn. Indistinctly, the sound of heartbeats emanated from them, as life spread throughout the realm.

They could have been born long ago. But for some reason, the power of the Spirit Realm restricted them, maintaining them in this state of being unborn.

“Somewhat satisfied. At least, your admonishment to my rebellious son was quite to my liking. It’s just a pity that I can’t witness the latter half,”

The figure shook his head slightly and looked toward Laine. He once again acknowledged the magical power of words.

“Let’s start. I am already a bit impatient.”

From where it began, so shall it end, and vice versa.

Where it should have ended, that is where it must begin anew.