Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

The Sky and Earth were still close, and the world was as tranquil as ever. But on this day, the unexpected happened.

Without any forewarning, at a certain moment, the sky below, and the land above, were filled with the agonized roars that spread throughout the world.

The supreme Divine Power shook the void, and all beings could feel the Divine King’s pain and anger. At the same time, atop Mount Othrys, the great earth cracked open, and twelve Titans emerged one by one.

The leader, holding a bloody sickle, had an expression of steely resolve. He was tall and heroic, with the flow of time surrounding him. Eleven brothers and sisters stood behind him, together resisting the oppression from the Divine King before them.

When Cronus’s sickle swung down, the oath was already over. They were not the wielders of the sickle, nor the helpers; they were merely informed onlookers who had not reported. But now, unconstrained by the oath, they decisively stood opposite the Divine King.

Of course, by this moment, Uranus was no longer the Divine King. When the symbol of the male god was cut off, and his children stood against him, the symbol of Uranus’s paternal authority collapsed as well. Every moment, the Divine King’s authority was slipping away from him. By the time he recovered from his agony, his power had already fallen by nearly half.

“Return it to me!”

The Heavenly Father roared, his large hand reaching for the flesh that had fallen to the ground.

With the regenerative ability of a god, as long as he could reclaim a part of himself, he could be restored to his former state the next moment.

He was getting close! Uranus’s face brightened with hope, but the next instant, a streak of silver light flashed by, and the distance between them was once again suddenly extended.

The Titans had stood by earlier to counteract the Divine Power released by the Divine King, but now, as Uranus’s mind became clear again, his power no longer matched its former peak.

After all, he was no longer the Divine King.

Boom—!

The rage of the ruler of the sky was unleashed due to his flesh being severed, the Queen of Gods’ betrayal, and his offspring’s rebellion, all driving him somewhat insane. He frantically released his Divine Power, charging towards his own body’s location. The Titans had some difficulty holding back, but Oceanus came up with a good strategy.

He rushed forward, grabbed the remains of his father, and threw them hard towards the sea.

The Sky instinctively resisted this act, but still, the remains landed near the sea. Uranus looked in that direction with hopeful eyes, wishing for his brother’s help. But he was disappointed once again, as Pontus betrayed him without hesitation; although he was usually quiet, he still harbored hatred for his tyrannical elder brother.

So, using his Divine Power, he hid the remains in the waves, beneath the sea. The Heavenly Father thereby lost his connection to his body, and only the blood foam floated on the sea’s surface.

“Ah—how dare you all!”

Uranus roared, unable to believe that even his own brother would betray him. In his eyes, these relatives, beyond the Primordial Gods, had always been timid, allowing him to take whatever he wanted from them, never knowing resistance.

“My father, this is the consequence of your brutality,” Cronus said as he pointed the blood-stained sickle at his father. Until this moment, he still tried to persuade his father to yield with words rather than force.

After all, he was well aware that even without the title of Divine King, Uranus was still the ruler of the Sky closest to the Great Divine Power.

“Give up, your madness has made all the gods resist you. Give up the position of Divine King, and you are still the master of the Sky.”

Boom—!

Without responding, what awaited Cronus was the Heavenly Father’s frenzied Divine Power. He expanded his divine form, and the Sky pressed down with it.

As the embodiment of the Sky, he too had the potential for Great Divine Power. When he unleashed his full force, weather patterns were altered, celestial bodies were shattered.

Pieces split off from the Sun, falling to the ground, setting everything ablaze; Light was obscured, currents were severed, and the Divine Blood of the Titan gods rained down like day.

Only Cronus and Rhea escaped unscathed, furiously dodging with the authority of time and space, avoiding their father’s final frenzy.

Although he did not know why, Cronus could still feel that his father’s power was continuing to weaken. Some kind of transformation seemed to be happening within him.

He tried to suppress it with his Divine Power, but the transformation grew more and more severe, and so his Divine Power steadily declined.

As long as he held on, Cronus believed he would surely be the final victor.

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The war of the gods had burst forth, and the Land of Eternal Night similarly gave birth to strange fluctuations. The Chains of Law danced across the heavens, signaling the birth of gods.

Perhaps it was due to the negative emotions released before the Divine King’s dethronement, or perhaps it was because of the disturbances among the sky, the sun, and celestial bodies, the children of Nyx and Erebus were born.

Eight presences descended upon the world in succession, two of which thinned out a fraction of the origin related to light from the Titans, while the rest accompanied negative emotions.

Aether, the god of heavenly light!

Hemera, the Goddess of Daylight.

Moros, the God of Doom.

Ker, the God of Destruction.

Oizys, the goddess of decay.

Apate, the Goddess of Deceit.

Philotes, the Goddess of Lust.

Unlike the birth of the twelve Titans, the birth of Nyx’s eight children did not have a major impact on the world; thus, they did not receive any additional help at their birth.

Without unexpected circumstances, it would take years for these gods to descend one by one.

However, at this moment, something unexpected happened that surprised all the gods.

The vibrations of the Law caused by the birth of gods and the war of the gods were still ongoing, but suddenly, a warning from the world came. In the Underworld, within the Moon, a being in charge of Spirituality was devouring the world’s source force. Anyone who stopped him would receive a reward from the world; this was the world’s natural response.

But unfortunately, no one was free to address this matter now.

“It’s him! It’s him who has taken my godhood!”

Mnemosyne had fallen to the ground, her garments stained with divine blood, yet she screamed out.

As soon as she was born, she sensed that the godhood of Memory was born with her, but for some unknown reason, it was not under her control,

“Damn it!”

Once again, the divine power of the lord of the sky flashed, and Cronus’s face also twisted with fierceness.

He felt that not only had Laine concealed the godhood of Spirituality, but for some unknown reason, his power also had a faint aspect of temporal divinity. With this divinity, his origin that rightfully belonged to him was being devoured ruthlessly.

This was the origin he had actively surrendered, so it did not resist in the slightest. He felt a deficit in his inner power, but Cronus could only grit his teeth and persist.

With the help of the power of time, and the assistance of the Goddess of Time’s Passage, he temporarily maintained his Divine Power Level. Without hesitation, he continued to engage Uranus.

It was too late to go to the Underworld now, and Cronus could only hope to defeat his father and use the Divine King’s authority to sustain his own power.

Now, he had no way out.

Meanwhile, in the Land of Eternal Night, the nurturing of the Divine Child began to accelerate. What originally required several years for the children to be born was now condensed into a few days; yet, this still could not quench the immediate thirst.

The world’s pleas echoed along the Chains of Law, but for a long time, there was no response.

This was Laine’s only, and best, opportunity. The Heavenly Father and Mother Earth were at war with the twelve Titans, the Twin Gods of the Dark Night were birthing children, Tartarus was as will-less as ever, and no one could stop what he was doing now.

The next moment, as if in response to the world’s targeting, the fluctuation of fate came from the Underworld.

All the gods could feel that the fate of Chaos had been torn apart.