Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

On them, there was the breath of the stars, the rotation of the seasons, but without exception, they were all true deities.

"You are..."

"Is it you who are stealing souls?"

The essence of autumn surrounded her, and Erinys interrupted in a cold voice. Faced with the questioning, Hestia also realized something.

"Stealing souls, are you the gods of the Spirit Realm?"

"Keto, what exactly have you done?"

Turning to look at Keto, divine power began to swirl around the goddess. Her guess was indeed correct, the other party was definitely not just stealing a few souls.

The gods had not neglected the study of the souls of mortal beings, but no one would care about one or two such incidents.

"Then it seems it was you who did it."

Another figure stepped out of the void, her purple dress swaying, Liana's expression was cold and indifferent. Different from Erinys, behind the Goddess of the Nether Moon, the phantom of the purple moon ebbed and flowed, its moonlight revealing all that was hidden beneath.

The scene beneath the sea was finally exposed, if only a corner.

Spiritual bodies were faintly visible, covering the entire seabed. Seeing this, Liana's expression grew even colder.

"There's no need for words, take her back to the Well of Reincarnation. Since she dared to steal from the Lord, let her pay with her eternal life."

The illusory moonlight emerged behind her, a powerful aura sweeping across all directions. Behind Liana, the three goddesses who governed reincarnation exchanged glances and then took a step forward.

Eunomia of spring and new beginnings released the breath of life, which in the hands of Dike of summer and blessings, became vibrant and strong. Finally, this force fell into the hands of Erinys of autumn and endings, and its nature was changed in an instant.

The divine power of the three goddesses was not strong, but when they cycled together, they produced an effect far greater than the sum of their parts. The power that burst forth in that instant commanded Hestia's attention and, needless to say, that of Keto, standing before them.

"Has this damned one finished yet!"

Glancing downward, Keto's complexion turned ugly, but the three goddesses of reincarnation clearly would not hesitate on account of this.

Exchanging a look, under the control of the three goddesses, the power of the cycle formed a special barrier in an instant, enveloping Keto. The twelve Gods of Stars released starlight, faintly linking with each other to seal off the outer space.

In a confrontation, Liana had not yet acted, but everything seemed to be settling already. Under the 'heavenly net' of the Spirit Realm deities, Keto had no chance to evade.

By her side, Hestia seemed ready to say something, but in the next moment, her expression suddenly changed. Protective divine power enveloped her, and on the other side, Liana's expression shifted slightly as the moon shadow behind her pressed directly towards the barrier where Keto was located.

The phantom of the Nether Moon was overwhelmingly powerful; the very void trembled ahead of it, causing Hestia's gaze to grow more solemn. If Hestia's incomplete Godhood of Fire meant that she was barely achieving a Divine Power Level of 16, standing at the threshold of great divine power, then the Goddess of the Nether Moon in front of her was at least two levels stronger than her, if not more.

True to being the only celestial avatar of the Underworld, even if the Underworld was far less expansive than the earth, the starry sky had sun, moon, and stars, but the grey plains only had one Nether Moon.

However, in the next moment, this moon shadow was halted abruptly by a figure that suddenly appeared before it. The formidable force silently dissipated as if the moon shadow had never appeared.

The figure was not tall and even somewhat thin. A deity with black hair and blood-red eyes, not known when, stood in front of Keto, looking calmly at the surrounding gods.

"Let's stop here."

"...Is it you?"

Looking at the somewhat unfamiliar figure before her, Liana first showed surprise, and then seemed to remember something.

"Yes, it feels like a lifetime ago. Take these million human souls as a gift for my descent to the Mortal Realm, how about that?"

With a smile, Asmodeus had left a deep impression on the Spirit Realm deity closest to Laine.

"...Hmph, seize him!"

With a cold snort, Liana was one of the few in the Spirit Realm who had some understanding of the creation of Hell. Although she recognized the other party, it was not a reason for her to back down.

No matter who it was, anyone who dared to steal from the Spirit Realm's treasure had only one end.

The Spirit Realm was right behind them, so its angels feared nothing.

...

Meanwhile, in the Spirit Realm.

There was no delay this time; on the contrary, Laine moved quickly. With each step he crossed layers of the realm, and it did not take long before he returned to the surface of Mount Sinai.

In the Temple of Lops, it was as empty as when he had left. His glance sweeping through the temple, Laine exchanged looks with the young dragon lying on the dragon egg next to him.

Bai was full of excitement, showing teeth and claws, trying to convey something to Laine. However, she remembered Laine's instructions from before, so she did not make any noise.

With a slight smile, Laine didn't say anything. He simply walked around the desk and sat back in his own seat, lost in thought for a moment.

Seeing this, some finally let go of their worries. Quietly, grey wings descended between the tangible and intangible, and melodious music started to play. A drowsy feeling surged, but in the young dragon's eyes, a different scene seemed to be reflected.

Illusion and reality were alternating, and Bai was witnessing such a strange sight for the first time.