Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Thousands of years ago, within the Underworld, twelve Titans together in the womb of Mother Earth witnessed the Prophecy that would decide the succession of the Divine King.

But in the end, driven by a sentient life’s curiosity about the future, Cronus, like his own father, inquired about his fate.

Therefore, Laine told him that as life and death exchange places, he would lose what he had gained in the same way he acquired it; the world is like a circle, and this was the ending destined for him.

In the past, Rhea did not understand what this meant, but now she did. She had mastered the method of turning ‘death’ into ‘life’, but she still needed one thing to help her turn ‘life’ into ‘death’.

But this was not difficult, because her eldest son, Hades, who wielded Divine Authority over the Underworld, was born from the intertwined powers of the four Primordial Gods, so naturally, his Divine Power also possessed some of their characteristics.

As comprehensive as the earth and Abyss, as concealed as Eternal Night and Darkness. Although possessing only some of their characteristics, it was barely enough to cloak the faint aura of a newly born deity.

Using this Divine Power to weave a cloth, to protect the brother with the strength of the elder.

The premise was that the Divine King would not investigate seriously, but Rhea was willing to bet on it; she believed that fate would be on her side.

So she summoned the Meliae, the three oak sisters who served her, deities born from the Divine Blood of Uranus. Rhea commanded them to find an object sturdy enough, as mortal things could hardly last long under the power of the Divine King.

In the end, after decades of searching, they brought back to the Queen of Gods a rock from the molten lava. When the stars fell, some of the Sun’s power also fell to the mortal realm, and the fact that this rock remained intact within the lava evolving under the great Sun proved its toughness.

Therefore, Rhea placed this rock under her bed, day and night polishing it with Divine Power.

She was ready, waiting for the right moment, for the birth of the new Divine Child. It would play a crucial role in helping her child escape his mad father.

Since the Divine King began swallowing his children, the Chaos World had become quiet and eerie.

At first, many deities eagerly anticipated whether this mad act would bring about the world’s punishment, but centuries passed and nothing happened.

It was not until the birth of the Divine King’s fifth son, Poseidon, who wielded control over Tsunamis, Storms, and Earthquakes, on Mount Othrys, and Cronus swallowed him without hesitation, that the gods began to believe that perhaps the Divine King had truly avoided his destined fate with this method.

Not just them, even Cronus himself thought so. Since the destined fate had been postponed, he once again turned his attention to the earth and the ocean, which would help his power advance further.

So, three hundred years after the birth of Poseidon, the Divine King set foot alone in the ocean. He stepped onto the Circumterrestrial River, confronting the Ocean Deity Sovereign and his wife, the Primordial Water Goddess Thaesis, with unsurpassed strength.

Even though Oceanus’s power had approached the pinnacle of great Divine Power after acquiring vast unclaimed ocean territories, and even though his and his wife’s powers would be greater upon the sea, they were still at a disadvantage before the current Divine King.

After a decade of divine war, the Divine King finally trampled the ocean beneath his feet, once more asserting his supreme authority.

Oceanus was defeated, but unlike the God of Sun, being in the ocean, Cronus could not truly harm him, as the ocean was ultimately not the main stage of the Divine King. In the end, the Ocean Deity Sovereign offered his scepter to Cronus, allowing it to become a part of the Divine King’s scepter, and the Divine King also recognized his dominion over the ocean.

The submission of the ocean once again elevated the Divine King’s power. Looking around, in the Chaos World, there were hardly any deities who dared to openly challenge Cronus’s reign. Without surprises, Mother Earth and the Mountain God would be his next opponents, as the previously obtained one third of the earth no longer satisfied the Divine King’s appetite.

However, as Rhea became pregnant again, the Divine King still returned to Mount of the Gods first. Though on the surface it seemed fate could no longer stop him, Uranus had thought the same when he once shoved the Titan gods into the womb of Mother Earth.

Therefore, Cronus was not careless. He had to make sure that every child of his could not escape his control, and he would never give them a chance to conspire with outsiders.

Even if this ‘outsider’ was their mother.

“Boom”

Dark clouds gathered, thunder roared, and lightning flashed, as rain poured down from the heavens.

Standing atop Mount of the Gods, the torrential rain beat against his body. The Divine King did not use his divine power to dispel the drops, but let the rain slide off his body.

In Chaos World, rain and wind were common, but on Mount Othrys, such a natural phenomenon had never happened before. Cronus could feel that it was caused by the debut of the new god.

Undoubtedly, another of his children had a domain related to Meteorology, and their godhood was immensely powerful.

“Don’t worry, Crius, just like Poseidon, he won’t have the chance to shake your control over Meteorology.”

Gazing at the changes in the sky, Cronus casually reassured the God of Meteorology by his side.

The Divine King couldn’t help but feel reflective, as among his several children, except for his eldest daughter Hestia, all of them extended and plundered already existing domains of godhood.

This gave the Divine King a premonition that perhaps the natural divine domains in the world had gradually been allocated. The deities that were born later would increasingly tend towards perfecting old concepts, rather than pioneering new ones.

Even perhaps one day, the descendants of gods might not necessarily be deities themselves.

“Boom!”

Silver and purple light streaked across the clouds, emitting a deafening rumble. It was part of the weather, yet it seemed to be more than that. It contained the scent of destruction, as well as teeming vitality. Although not yet born, Cronus could already tell that the new god’s domain was capable of sustaining divine power of level 19 or above, and it might even be higher.

This speculation inevitably made him wonder if this child could be the one prophesied to overthrow him.

“But then again, no matter how powerful the domain, he alone could never be my match even at his peak. Moreover, he won’t have the chance to grow.”

“Ha, fate, is it? Let’s see how you plan to help him overthrow me from within my own belly.”

Watching the Silver Serpent flash across the sky with a cold smile, the intangible aura grew increasingly turbulent. Through the thick clouds, Cronus could feel that the Sun and Moon had cycled three times, and the phenomena finally reached its peak.

In a moment, accompanied by another loud crash, the true name of the new god spread across the world.

The King of the Thousand Thunders, Zeus!