Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

“…I’m not very certain, Your Majesty.”

After a moment of hesitation, Zephyrus still dared not to make any reckless statements.

“Facing the great ruler of the Land of Eternal Night, I can’t guarantee she didn’t notice me, but it seems Mother Night did not pay any attention to my presence.”

In fact, the God of the West Wind felt that he was probably detected by Lady Night early on, but she simply didn’t care about him.

After all, to the Chaotic Gods, the Twin Gods of the Dark Night are ever-present. Aside from a few exceptions, they don’t even bother with their own ‘offspring’,” so Zephyrus thought that being ignored by Nyx was completely normal.

As for Laine, the God of the West Wind didn’t feel he was detected either.

Perhaps in other mythologies, simple physical transformation is easy to see through, but the deities of Chaos do not possess this ability.

Transforming into animals or inanimate objects to evade other deities is a common trick used by the later Olympian gods, and it works without fail.

“As for the Lord of the Spirit Realm, I have wandered through the Underworld for hundreds of years. Since he did not expel me at first, it seems he didn’t discover my trail.”

Regarding his own realm of authority, the Wind God was rather confident. In terms of battle power, he didn’t rank among the gods; but when it came to hiding his presence, even the principal gods of the major divine families might not detect him.

“Is that so…”

After musing for a while, the Divine King was unsure whether to believe him or not. In contemplation, his fingers lightly tapped the tabletop, producing a rhythmic sound.

“Zephyrus, continue to watch the edge of the Land of Eternal Night. If someone comes out, or if other deities show unusual activities, remember to inform me immediately.”

The God of the West Wind was startled upon hearing this.

Being sent to the Underworld was one thing; he felt he was well hidden. But being sent specifically to the edge of the Land of Eternal Night, who knew if it would be seen as a provocation by Lady Night.

“Your Majesty—”

“I know the risks are great, but I’m only asking you to take a look. If you encounter Lady Nyx, you can retreat immediately. Just do this task well, and I will recognize you as the Leader of the Wind Gods in the name of the Divine King,” promised the Divine King, watching the changing expression on Zephyrus’s face.

In Chaos, the elements of earth, water, wind, fire are not balanced, and the power of Wind is subtly the weakest among them. Moreover, the four great Wind Gods merely represent the winds on the earth.

In an age where only those with intermediate divine power are considered strong and those with great divine power can influence outcomes, Cronus believed that despite the perils, Zephyrus would not refuse his offer.

“…As you command, Your Majesty.”

Zephyrus’s face struggled for a moment, but he ultimately couldn’t resist the temptation.

The four Wind Gods themselves do not represent all aspects of wind, and by his own estimation, reaching the middle ranks of weak divine power was the limit for the God of West Wind.

But if he became the Leader of the Wind Gods as recognized by the Divine King, and even possibly continued to expand the authority of the West Wind through Divine King’s decrees, then he might well hope to reach the realm of intermediate divine power.

And Zephyrus thought, since Mother Night did not pay him any mind at the beginning, it was likely that there would be no trouble later.

No other deity would probably detect his trail.

Taking the order, the God of the West Wind immediately transformed into a breeze and departed. Watching Zephyrus leave, the Divine King appeared lost in thought.

“It seems you’ve made up your mind,”

In the quiet palace, a voice suddenly rang out. Rhea emerged from the passage of time, looking at the contemplative Divine King and quietly asked.

“Yes, it’s time to begin—”

Sighing, Cronus looked towards a corner of Mount of the Gods.

The union of Perse and Asteria had come about through his own push; otherwise, even if the two came together, it would have taken at least a few hundred years.

But perhaps it was because he was too eager, that Perse was quite dissatisfied. As the third son of Crius, wielding the deity of “Material Destruction,” his godhood limit was enough to support his advancement to great divine power.

Despite the slow accumulation of divine power due to the type of his godhood, it didn’t affect his disdain for the Goddess of Luminous.

A deity who could barely reach weak divine power, what right did she have to be with him if not for the pressure of the Divine King and his father?

“Are you confident?”

No longer dwelling on vexing matters, he believed that the God of Meteorology would pacify his child. Compared to Perse, Cronus cared more about Rhea’s situation.

“With Crius and me together, and with your sickle, Hyperion is no match for us, but under the premise that the celestial god couple continues to stand on our side,” Rhea said.

Even though the godhood of Sun was far superior in combat to that of Meteorology and Passage of Time, and the starry sky was partly their home field, with a high-grade artifact in hand, Rhea had enough confidence to defeat the God of Sun.

But that was only if Hyperion was alone. If Light and Sun were to join forces, then she could only rely on her godhood to drag out time.

“Coeus might not care about the ownership of the starry sky, but Phoebe has always envied Theia.”

“After all, with the Mother of Light and the God of Sun present, who would care about a Goddess of Luminous?”

Shaking his head, Cronus wasn’t worried about the situation of the celestial god couple. He turned his head and asked about the other side’s situation.

“How are things going at sea?”

“As stable as ever,” the Heavenly Empress said: “Since the soft and gentle Nereus and Doris came together, the Ocean deities have not had conflicts with the ancient Sea God for a long time.”

“They’re just putting on an act, once I make the first move, they won’t be peaceful for long.”

Sneering, Cronus knew this was the effect of his own short-term increase in the Divine King’s authority over the past few hundred years.

“Once the starry sky gets lively, they’ll temporarily let down their guard against me. As long as I don’t take action myself, they won’t band together.”

“Let’s go, let’s meet Crius. The starry sky is too vast, even with an advantage, it would be hard to completely decide the victor for at least a few hundred years.”

Having said that, Cronus rose to his feet. Rhea was silent for a moment, then immediately followed her husband’s steps. However, just before stepping out, she hesitantly spoke out.

“Cronus… I have already felt the innate urge of the Heavenly Empress’s authority.”

Stopping in his tracks, the Divine King’s expression was unchanged, but a shadow of gloom flitted across his eyes.

As the world’s laws were still incomplete, Chaos naturally hoped for more deities to be born soon, and the Divine King was undoubtedly the exemplar for the gods.

But at this moment, to procreate was, without a doubt, for Cronus a step towards his own destruction.

“I know, Rhea, I’ve felt it too, but let’s wait a bit longer.”

Taking a deep breath, the Divine King consoled his sister.

“Let’s settle the starry sky and have the ocean, at least nominally, submit to me. At that time, I’ll be sufficiently assured to face my destiny.”

He said so, but Cronus actually understood that even if he completely conquered the ocean, his strength still would not match that of his own Heavenly Father.

Perhaps the position of Divine King was barely suitable, but Uranus’s might was never solely because of authority.