Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Atop Mount Othrys, another eight years had passed.

When everything was ready, following the Divine King’s command, the first true divine war erupted in Chaos.

The war was nominally between the God of Meteorology and the God of Sun over the allegiance of the God of Stars, but the Divine King merely stood atop the Mount of the Gods, remotely unleashing his powers. Thus, aside from the family of the God of Sun, no other deities went to aid Hyperion.

Even the two Sea Gods merely became silent spectators.

Unlike the brief divine war that lasted only seven days before, it was easy for deities with Intermediate Divine Power and above to compare strengths, but difficult to decide victory or defeat. Unless there was a crushing gap, they wouldn’t end their battles in a short time.

Consequently, as the Mother of Light was detained by the celestial deities couple, the war facing the Queen of Gods and the God of Meteorology became protracted. Amidst the starry sky, with similar Divine Power Levels, the power of the God of Sun was extraordinarily great. Even if Cronus handed the sickle that had once wounded the Heavenly Father to Rhea, it would still take them several years of battle to briefly repel Hyperion.

After all, this High-Grade Artifact, which was born later, caused the greatest damage to The Sky, secondary damage to the Divine King, and was completely ineffective against The Earth.

In the face of the God of Sun, it indeed could make up for Rhea’s shortcomings in battle, but that was it.

The battles between Principal Gods were protracted, and the disparity in True God numbers became apparent.

Compared to the few True Gods in the God of Sun’s family, the three goddesses of the ash tree beside Rhea, the other three among the four Wind Gods, Atlas the Heaven Divider who was gradually growing up, and even the second and third sons of Crius, who had not been born long ago, all shone brilliantly in this divine war.

In the first one or two hundred years of battle, due to Hyperion’s strength, the situation was mostly at a stalemate, but as the new generation of deities gradually increased in Divine Power, the scales of victory began to tilt continuously toward the side of the Divine King.

Despite the expanse of starry space and the frequency of battles every few years, it would be difficult to completely occupy most of the star domains without thousands of years, but the outcome of the war had already become foreseeable.

One after another, star domains changed hands, and the God of Stars whose essence resided within these domains also switched sides. If nothing changed, it seemed like Hyperion had already lost the momentum.

Meanwhile, at sea, the relationship between the two Sea Gods rapidly deteriorated.

Two hundred years after the war in the starry sky began, the brief honeymoon period ended. Although Thalassa, the Sea God of gentleness, had several daughters born in succession, the divine war still erupted at sea.

Unlike in the starry sky, from the very beginning, the couple of the God of the Ocean held an absolute advantage. Even with the mountain gods coming to help, Pontus was defeated in three out of three battles.

A vast expanse of unclaimed seas was taken under the control of the Ocean Deity Sovereign. As long as he could assimilate and incorporate them into his Godhood within a few thousand years, these seas that emerged with the expansion of the world would help him continuously advance toward the peak of Great Divine Power.

However, as the sea and earth gods are the best at restoration and prolonged combat, a single battle at sea often lasted longer than in the starry sky, sometimes for decades. Moreover, although Mother Earth did not intervene, she still lent out the Life Vase, so there was no possibility of ending the war in a short time.

Over hundreds of years, on land, in the sky, and at sea, the collisions of Divine Power were incessant. Many creatures on the Chaos Terrain died from being mistakenly harmed. The scattered humans did not understand the reasons; they thought the deities were angry, so they worshipped with even greater devotion, but by now few deities had the time to look after them.

When creatures died, their souls drifted following the mysterious pull into the Underworld, to the sea, returning to the embrace of the Spirit Realm.

In such an environment, after seven hundred years had elapsed, the first deity to be transformed by the Spirit Realm finally emerged.

In the depths of the Land of Eternal Night, in a small two-story wooden house, Laine brewed himself a pot of black tea, quietly observing the final transformation of the God of Sleep embryo.

Of course, calling it an ’embryo’ was no longer quite apt. The originally white Somnus Blossom was magnified millions of times, and its sky-obscuring petals acquired mysterious dark gold patterns. From the flower’s core, a faint fragrance drifted out, inducing a drowsy feeling in anyone who smelled it.

Around the great flower, insubstantial shadows appeared and disappeared. They seemed to be the companions of the flower, sharing some strange connection.

“How much longer?”

“In the next two days.”

Laine sipped his tea, not having expected this transformation to take so long.

Moreover, in his original estimation, the God of Sleep embryo might have evolved into an Ancient Evil Being similar to the “Sun Swallower” or the “Indeterminate Mist,” but clearly, the result was not so.

After being accepted by the Spirit Realm, though this divine embryo also absorbed a small amount of Chaotic Source Force, perhaps due to its initial cultivation in the world in a legitimate divine manner, it soon rejected the chaotic forces.

At this moment, the majority of the embryo was still orderly. This meant it was destined to descend into the world as a deity.

“Transformed by your Spirit Realm, its aura seems to have become somewhat strange.”

Frowning slightly, Nyx also seemed uncertain of the situation.

The deity embryo before her felt different from the Chaotic Gods, as though it possessed an aura akin to that of Tartarus.

Although it wasn’t conspicuous, she was certain of her perception.

“It is indeed a bit strange.”

Laine nodded, sensing the special aura even more clearly.

If one had to describe it, it bore a sense of ‘innate malevolence’.

“I initially thought it would turn into a new Ancient Evil Being, I even had a name ready for it, ‘Eternal Night’s Dream’. But now it seems calling it an Evil God is more appropriate.”

“It has relatively complete wisdom, not like an evil being with confused thinking, but having made contact with the powers of Chaos, its emotions will be more faint than those of common creatures.”

“Morals, rules, and order of the mundane are nothing but tools to it. Perhaps only power can make it behave.”

Concentrating for a moment and sensing the godhood that had already taken shape within the embryo, Laine slowly said.

Coalescing godhood instead of merging directly with the Source Power meant it was now a True God.

Although direct contact with the Source Power could bring greater strength, for a deity, the real measure of a True God is whether they wield power with rationality.

“There are indeed many secrets to godhood that remain hidden. Even as the Lord of the Spirit Realm, when it comes to issues of the Source Power and the divine body, I know how they are but not why they are.”

Shaking his head, Laine knew it was because his level of power wasn’t high enough.

If he possessed Great Divine Power, he would certainly be able to unravel many mysteries of the deity’s essence by controlling the Spirit Realm. But for now, he could only verify his conjectures little by little through practice.

“The essence of a deity… even with my original being, I have limited understanding, so you shouldn’t dwell too much on it either.”

Nyx was not hopeful about Laine’s ideas.

Not to mention others, the reason behind a deity’s ‘immortality’ is something that no entity can decipher.

“It’s starting!”

Half a day later, during their intermittent idle chat, the final step of the Evil God’s birth at last arrived.

The huge petals began to close, nurturing a mysterious power. But perhaps due to the influence of the Spirit Realm, the extraordinary phenomenon of godly birth did not present itself throughout the Chaos, only the Land of Eternal Night responded to it.

The power of the Night God wafted over and transformed into a sky full of petals falling down. Under the starlight, it was a different kind of beauty.

Laine could feel that the once vague consciousness inside the embryo was becoming clearer. As a deity nurtured by both the Land of Eternal Night and the Spirit Realm, it would know from birth like the twelve Titans of old, rather than gradually growing from infancy.

Time gradually passed until, at a certain moment, accompanied by a wave of intangible power that made all living beings fall into slumber, the petals reopened, revealing a young deity with wings on his back, squatting with his arms around his knees at the central position.

Both his pupil and hair colors were black, but his wings were a pale grey. Wrapped around his body was a cloth made from Divine Power, in a style unique to the Chaos World.

The God of Sleep, Hypnos, was different from the mild deity in original myths. As the Lord of the Spirit Realm, Laine could clearly sense the true emotions of the deity before him.

That kind of indifference hidden beneath the surface, ‘aside from myself, all things are illusory’.