Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

“Fire” is the first of the Elemental Domains, under Spirituality. Thus, the newly born consciousness of the undead can also persist within the Soulfire.

Although the undead have “spirit” in their name, most of them are not spiritual bodies, and are essentially still existences in the material realm.

The only difference is that, while the bodies of normal lives are ‘alive,’ theirs are ‘dead.’ But from another perspective, perhaps in the eyes of the wraiths, it is the bodies of the living on earth that are ‘dead,’ and theirs that are ‘alive.’

As time passed, the number of wraiths gradually increased. Not only the corpses of lifeforms, but also places dense with Negative Energy brought forth life under the Nether Moon’s illumination.

A few enlightened beings bathed in the moonlight, regarding the Nether Moon as the source of life. The wraiths call it the Primitive Moon, because in their blurry memories, there was a moon on earth too, but it came later than the one in the Underworld.

Moreover, most importantly, only the Primitive Moon can reverse life and death, and grant them rebirth.

The nascent worship of celestial bodies began to spread, with the meager Power of Faith flowing toward the Nether Moon. Laine was aware of the changes in the outside world, but like the humans, before the third era, it was not yet the time for these mundane entities to enter the scene.

Furthermore, even though the existence of the Spirit Realm had deprived the Underworld of the ownership of souls, this place near the Source Power of the “Darkness” of Chaos naturally became the homeland of the wraiths.

Previously, because the moonlight of the Nether Moon lacked strength, they couldn’t truly ‘come to life.’ But now, with the involvement of Magic Power, the spirit can easily influence matter, and hence the undead were born.

However, while Laine was organizing the affairs of the Spirit Realm accumulated over seven hundred years, in a place unknown to him, a clandestine meeting was taking place in a lightless domain.

In the past, relying on his ‘prescience’ of mythological trajectories, everything seemed to be within Laine’s expectations.

He was like a player standing outside the world, lightly touching the threads of fate, making the gods dance like puppets. But as the Spirit Realm grew stronger, the interference of “Destined” forces by the “Indeterminate Destiny” became more and more significant, and not even he knew how many paths of fate had already changed.

He saw some of them, such as changes in the starry sky, such as the changes in the Divine King, but in Laine’s eyes, these were all within his expectations. Yet obviously, some things that were beyond his anticipation had been set into motion the day the Spirit Realm was opened.

Not all gods will act as he expects. Some do so out of simple emotion, others hunger for something further.

The Realm of Lightness, true to its name, is a place where everything is ‘nothing.’

If one does not possess sufficient strength, even mere existence cannot be maintained here, for pure Darkness will devour all.

Yet to the two conversing at this moment, the peril of the Realm of Lightness is nothing more than a joke.

“Gaia, you see it, don’t you?”

At the edge of the domain, beside the green-clad figure, a calm and magnetic male voice slowly came.

If one were to only hear the voice, perhaps everyone would think it belonged to a scholarly man with a belly full of poetry and literature.

“Yes, Erebus, he has created another god, and he has even snatched it from the hands of the world,” Gaia said.

“The Spirit Realm… Through this interface, he can do many things beyond your imagination,” Erebus replied.

Watching the sudden change in the moonlight in the sky, the woman in the green dress did not hide her emotions; or rather, she was never good at hiding them.

She doesn’t like Laine and never has. When the severely depleted Life Vase returned to her hands thousands of years ago, this dislike turned into fury. At first, Gaia wanted to retaliate.

If she wished, the earth and the Underworld would move accordingly, and all life bearing the aura of the Spirit Realm would be targeted by this current part of existence, and this was just the beginning.

She wanted to imprison Laine deep within the earth and after he surrendered the other half of the dominion over life, make him pay the price for his actions.

However, Erebus persuaded her at that time. The Dark Overlord told Gaia that with the opening of the Spirit Realm, Laine could no longer be imprisoned.

He was one with the Spirit Realm, or rather, he was the ‘personification’ of the Spirit Realm, but he was not like the Primordial Gods, dissociated from his own ‘essence.’ For Laine, even if his external divine body was destroyed, he could be reborn in the realm at any time.

The part of the Life Vase that was lost was similarly integrated into the Spirit Realm, and had become nearly impossible to reclaim.

Thus, Gaia’s unvented rage shrouded the earth for three years. But she had not given up on revenge; instead, she harbored her fury deep within her heart.

“When you urged me to stop back then, Erebus, but now you have called me here again,” she said.

“If you have something in mind, just say it. You have what you want, but I only wish for him to know that the earth is not so easily deceived,” she said.

The voice was somewhat indifferent, Gaia knew, Erebus was no kind-hearted individual.

Most likely, he wanted her to do something, something that only she was capable of.

But Gaia didn’t care.

In later times, she might support Zeus on behalf of the Titans, or she might turn against Zeus because of the Titans’ imprisonment in the Abyss. Throughout the process, she seemed to gain nothing and instead lost much of her power. But that was Mother Earth; she seldom cared about benefits and was more concerned with momentary emotions.

As long as she could get her revenge, she was willing to pay some extra price.

“Heh, don’t talk like that, my dear sister, maybe I simply wanted to help you?” Erebus chuckled at Gaia’s words, his mood seeming rather good today.

But Mother Earth’s expression remained icy cold. If he genuinely cared, he could have shown it when Uranus was still around.

But he watched as she faced pain. This so-called concern was nothing but a joke.

On the other side, seeing Gaia had no intention of responding, Erebus was unconcerned. As she had said, he approached her because naturally, there was something he himself could not do.

In the domain of Life, although Mother Earth only harnessed the power of her accompanying Divine Artifact, she was beyond the reach of The Dark Overlord.

“You know, Gaia, thousands of years ago, right here on earth, the gods created life,” he began.

With his right hand, he parted the Darkness in front of him, and the lives in the Underworld that were created that day emerged before the two Ancient Gods. Ironically, they had long since died, and what moved now were new lives born from the carcasses.

“They used your Life Vase to endow living beings with bodies, and Laine used the well water to grant them souls. Without surprise, the well that scattered the souls was crafted from the Source Power of life, a Divine Artifact molded from the same whole as the Life Vase,” he continued.

“Yes,” Gaia replied, “I don’t need you to remind me how he used what originally belonged to me, to bestow souls before my very eyes.”

“You misunderstand, I am not mocking you, in fact, I’m merely emphasizing that in the domain of life, the bodies and souls of beings do intersect,” Erebus shook his head as he explained. But to Gaia, it sounded as if he was describing her failure in another way.

“So, what have you discovered?” Gaia was growing impatient, having never realized how unpleasant her brother’s character was.

“Don’t rush, my sister,” he said with a light chuckle, watching the wraiths wandering in the scene and speaking slowly:

“I simply found some secrets about life through the bifurcated Divine Artifact.”