Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 136: Chapter 106 Influence

“No!”

The joys and sorrows of people do not communicate with one another.

As the God of Speech lightly indulged in the pleasure of imagining Helios’s fate, a desperate shout accompanied by terror emerged over the East Sea, where the young Sun God observed the events unfolding before his eyes in horror.

Not long ago, having just sensed the changing ownership of the sun, Helios had once considered an idea similar to that of Ocean Deity Sovereign. Perhaps something had gone wrong with the Divine King, and his previous behaviors were all just for show.

But he wasn’t actually pleased by this. A simple change of the Divine King was acceptable, but the breaking of the seal meant that his father would also be released. Hyperion and Cronus had a longstanding grudge, but it wasn’t certain that the new Divine King would still seek to target this Titan deity.

That’s why he secretly rebelled, yet did not join the assault on Mount of the Gods or display loyalty before the new master. Although the seal within the sun would weaken with the turning of the era, it didn’t mean that Hyperion would definitely be able to escape. However, if he openly rebelled, then the Divine King would certainly actively break the seal.

But now, he no longer needed to worry about that. For high above, the sun was plummeting towards the East Sea at a speed far beyond Helios’s imagination.

Great sounds are silent, great forms are shapeless. When an enormous hand formed from the void seized the sun, one couldn’t perceive its existence standing nearby.

In the young Sun God’s eyes, a formidable power that he couldn’t comprehend was enveloping the massive celestial body, allowing it to move at an unimaginable speed.

He could feel his father’s struggle and the sun’s resistance, but all resistance seemed meaningless against the force that wrapped around them.

The next moment, right before his eyes, the heavenly body made contact with the ocean, and boundless light and heat erupted at the center of the East Sea.

Hiss—

There was no sound of collision, because the sun and the sea water did not actually collide. The sea water couldn’t even touch the sun’s true form, vaporizing instantly in the unquantifiable high temperatures.

Transforming into steam, they expanded, some drawn high into the sky, some sinking to the ocean floor. The friction between the air currents and the sea water stirred up waves and storms a thousand times more violent. But under the energy released by the sun, these waves that had just risen were quickly eradicated into nothingness.

In that moment, the center of the East Sea was like a void. Sea water poured in continuously, only to vaporize. Clouds gathered like rings, rapidly spreading from the sun’s point of descent. Rainfell like a deluge, but at the very center, no moisture could come close.

An unprecedented storm began to brew, vast and mysterious currents formed at the sea bottom, phenomena unseen even in the remote First Era. After all, it was no longer the past; compared to ten thousand years ago, both the sun and the ocean were far more powerful than before.

And at that moment, at the bottom of the great ocean, the ancient Sea God Pontus looked on with relief.

“Cronus? Perhaps, it doesn’t matter who it is. Since you insisted on getting involved, it’s a fate you’ve brought upon yourselves,” he said.

The voice was deep and distant. If it had been thousands of years earlier, the central part of the East Sea would have been the border between his and Oceanus’s domains. But now, it was entirely within the other’s territory.

Being a Sea God himself, he could guess how excruciating the pain was for the other at that moment, a pain that followed the connection of domain and godhood, piercing directly into the soul.

“With great power comes great responsibility. My dear nephew, your authority stems from the sea, and since you so desire to rule it, you should also be willing to bear the corresponding price,” Pontus said with a cold laugh, glancing at the giant hand suppressing the sun. He shrank back toward the coast again.

From the East Sea to the central continent, in territories not of the sea, he might not make it in a day, yet someone’s arm had carried such a celestial body across the distance in the blink of an eye.

Even with the influence of divine authority over space and time, this power was undoubted. He couldn’t discern the strengths among Primordial Gods, nor did he know whether ‘Cronus’ at this moment or the Heavenly Father at his peak was more terrifying, but he was clear that this was a force he absolutely could not resist.

To suppress the sun, the owner of this power still needed one hand. But to suppress him, probably just two fingers would suffice.

Watching this scene, Pontus made his decision in the dark. No matter who won the ultimate victory afterward, he would no longer interfere. His realm of the sea, he would leave to his children to manage, and as for himself, like his brother, he would merge with his true form, existing eternally in the concave of the land.

Beyond the sea, undoubtedly closest to this upheaval, was the vast and endless starry sky.

The sun had left from there, and the energy tide stirred by that giant hand was growing more intense.

On the moon, the Mother Goddess of Light looked on with a complex expression. Besides ‘Cronus’ and Helios, she was the third deity to notice the change of hands over the sun. But in just a moment, she witnessed her husband’s another failure.

Although Hyperion was the supreme being of light, it seemed he never succeeded.

“Mother Goddess, just now, was the sun taken away?” asked Selene from the moon, shrinking aside. The sky had previously been ablaze with silver fire, and knowing the insider information, she was secretly happy for her friend’s success. But the very next moment, nearly brushing past them, that vastly larger celestial body was plucked like fruit and casually thrust into the East Sea.

She remembered the stories Hecate had told her, in which there were beings lauded as ‘holding the sun and the moon.’ She had thought it was a mere anecdote, but now, the Moon Goddess utterly believed it: indeed, a term fitting to describe the mightiest.

This made her want to run away, for who could tell if the owner of that giant hand might suddenly find it amusing to grasp both the sun and the moon together.

The sun was one thing, suppressed but still stable. Even if pressed into the East Sea, constantly combating the ocean’s essence, it only drained of vital essence but wasn’t in danger of true disintegration.

But if the moon were treated similarly… Selene thought of those God of Stars whose very essence shattered, condemned to eternal slumber.

She may be a True God, but her divinity is tied to the Moon. Nobody knows if the divine power would still sustain her should the moon be destroyed.

Fortunately, compared to a God of Stars, Selene had some other tricks up her sleeve. She was now extremely grateful that she had learned some witchcraft from Hecate; after all, magic power was a form of energy, and while not as potent as divine power, it was still enough to sustain her existence for a short while.

She’d already resolved that if that giant hand reached for the moon, she would flee at once to seek Hecate’s assistance. Now a goddess, Hecate probably wouldn’t mind taking her in as a Sub-God, sharing a sliver of divine power.