Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Translator: 549690339

After the banquet on Mount of the Gods had drawn to an end, five hundred years swiftly disappeared under the flickering Sun.

Unlike the peace upon The Earth, the aftermath of Laine’s confrontation with the God of Sun played out among the stars.

Returning to the stars, Hyperion fulfilled the vow he had sworn by the River Styx. He handed over the Sun to his eldest son, Helios, who, although nearly a thousand years old, still harbored merely faint Divine Power.

Thus, for the first time in thousands of years, the Sun began to move along its trajectory. But contrary to many deities’ expectations, the Sun’s movement was not as smooth as they had thought.

Perhaps it was because of his too meager Divine Power, or maybe due to the lack of cooperation from another ruler of the Sun, under Hyperion’s indifferent watch, Helios could not manage the Sun’s movements without his father’s assistance.

His power was so weak that even just moving the Sun a short distance exhausted him. Because of this, he pleaded with the Divine King for help, but Cronus had no solution either.

Hyperion did not break his promise; he did not interfere with Helios. He merely merged with the Sun, becoming one with it.

This act increased the ‘weight’ of the celestial body. If Helios had been a deity with Intermediate Divine Power or higher, he could easily have controlled the Sun. But due to the suppression by his father over many years, his strength was among the lowest of True Gods.

The Divine King was disappointed. He had many plans, such as secretly supporting Helios, and continuing to hold sway after five hundred years, which he knew the latter would surely agree to. But what he had never anticipated was that the other party would fail to fulfil his godhood.

Thus, Cronus’s idea of winning without a fight was shattered. He had to prepare to intervene in the stars with more direct methods.

But what happened next disappointed Cronus once again. Roughly two hundred years after the succession of the Sun, endless Light bathed The Earth, and the Mother of Light finally stepped into the realm of powerful Divine Power. Seeing this, Cronus could only lament that time was not on his side, and he temporarily abandoned the idea.

In such a situation, when the five-hundred-year term had passed, Hyperion abruptly imprisoned his eldest son on the surface of the Sun, then took control of it once again. This time he was wiser. Although the rising and setting of the Sun was not his domain, he still actively moved the heavenly body to complete this act. With his Divine Power, while moving the Sun daily was a bit of a bother, it was not really a difficulty.

However, because of this, the rift between the Sun God and his son was completely out in the open.

In such circumstances, a day came five hundred years later when all the deities gathered on the Shores of the Eastern Sea, the unnamed secluded place of Mother Earth.

Here, they would create the first batch of life upon The Earth.

“Haven’t you given up yet?”

By a stream near the East Sea, Mother Earth cradled the verdant Life Vase in her hands.

The Gods were waiting in the distance, with only a few Titans approaching Mother Earth right now.

Many years had passed since the succession of the Divine King. As the world’s Source Power rose, The Earth expanded correspondingly, and Gaia reaped many benefits.

Although she had not fully recovered from her previous injuries, at a glance, she no longer looked decrepit, but instead, like a wealthy matron in her fifties or sixties.

Cronus and Themis had already visited once before, and Gaia thought they had given up. But unexpectedly, not only did they return, they brought with them more than half of the True Gods from Chaos.

“Mother Goddess, the previous attempt to create life failed because it lacked a soul. But now, the Lord of the Spirit Realm has agreed to lend a hand.”

Faced with Gaia’s questioning, Cronus spoke quietly.

If possible, he would have preferred not to explain. Among all the deities present, he was probably the only one who had guessed the true reason behind Mother Earth’s rage a millennium ago.

Perhaps the original Life Vase could have created whole life forms, like plants; although they lack specific consciousness, they are not utterly devoid of it—it’s just that their consciousness is vague, nebulous.

But now, considering his own Origin of time, Cronus was already prepared for Gaia’s anger.

“Laine?!”

As expected, at the mention of this familiar name, Gaia’s expression abruptly changed. The surrounding Earth trembled in response to Mother Earth’s wrath, but then, as if a thought struck her, she suppressed her anger.

“Now that you have his assistance, why come to me?”

Although she didn’t show her anger, Mother Earth’s expression still visibly cooled.

“As long as you have souls, you can create life using your divine power. Why do you need to borrow the Life Vase?”

Facing Mother Earth’s reproach, Cronus remained composed. In fact, he was somewhat surprised, having thought that Mother Earth would have a more intense reaction upon hearing Laine’s name.

But that was none of his business. As a Primordial God, even the least fortunate among them, Mother Earth often knew some information unknown to ordinary beings. Perhaps she had learned something from Mother Night and thus had not bothered Laine.

Thinking this, Cronus couldn’t help but admire his own cleverness once again.

Compated to dimwits like Hyperion, what did they have to compare?

“Mother Goddess, the deities do not intend to create just a few lives, we plan to fill The Earth with creatures. Without the authority tied to “Life,” this would be very difficult to accomplish.”

“Furthermore, we also plan to create a special kind of species in the image of the deities.”

Lifting his head slightly, although still angry, Gaia was nevertheless intrigued by what Cronus said.

Creating a species in the image of the deities, indeed, sounded very interesting.

“If you are willing, we can start the creation right here in the vicinity.” Seeing that he had caught Mother Earth’s interest, Cronus continued, “In your spare time, you might also come to see our progress. After all, you have far more experience in the domain of creating life than we do.”

After some thought, Mother Earth ultimately found herself persuaded by Cronus.

It wasn’t just because of the special species, but also because it was the collective will of many deities. After experiencing the era of Uranus, Gaia had gradually come to realize the importance of power and influence.

The Earth did not excel in combat. Rather than asserting force, she preferred to express her status in other ways.

“Take it, after all, you are the Divine King now, aren’t you?”

Fetching the Life Vase, Mother Earth still jabbed Cronus with a remark. The Divine King was not offended but took the high-grade artifact related to the domain of life.”

He knew that because he hadn’t freed the Cyclopes and the Hekatonkheires, Mother Earth had harbored some resentment towards him, but Cronus still had no intention of releasing them.

In fact, from the very beginning, Cronus had done this deliberately. He knew his refusal would not engender much hostility from Mother Earth, but it was enough to make the only Primordial God walking the present world leave Mount Othrys as a form of protest.

But Gaia’s departure was exactly what Cronus desired. If his siblings were gone, but Mother Earth stayed, and he lacked sufficient power, he really wouldn’t know to whom Mount Othrys actually belonged.

If he couldn’t have complete control over his place of residence, then the title of Divine King would be quite laughable.

As time went by, Cronus had firmly established himself on the throne, but he still did not wish for Gaia to return to dwell on Mount of the Gods.

Rhea, as his Queen of Gods, had always advanced and retreated alongside him. After secretly aiding Hyperion failed previously, the God of Meteorology chose to completely side with Cronus. The present Othrys no longer needed a Primordial Deity that refused to heed the orders of the Divine King.

“And there’s the urgency of the world…”

“Strengthening my authority can indeed delay it, but as Chaos’s Divine King, the duty of birth is ultimately inevitable.”

With a somewhat icy gaze, Cronus didn’t know what Mother Earth might plan for his future, and he didn’t want to know.

No matter who it was, if they threatened his position as the Divine King, then they were his enemy.

Be it children, siblings, or Mother Earth, none would be an exception.