Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 137: Chapter 107 Arrogance

“…Yes.”

At the side, the Mother of Light was unaware of her daughter’s thoughts. Although she heard Selene’s somewhat trembling voice, Theia did not even glance at her.

She simply gazed at the earth and sea, witnessing the convergence of the storm and the weakness revealed amidst the Sun’s fury.

Previously, she knew the Moon was her daughter’s domain, yet she still occupied it, managing the remaining God of Stars, and it’s hard to say whether Theia had ever thought about the day Hyperion would break free.

But now, she no longer cared about these things.

Even if Hyperion had a chance to break free in the future, perhaps being a solitary Sun would be better than trying to rule the starry sky.

To him, Theia had fulfilled her duty.

“Yes, Selene, he was taken away, right before your eyes.”

Taking a deep breath, Theia seemed to let go of something and turned to look at her daughter.

“I am leaving as well, like my brother, the god of lightless celestial bodies, Coeus, I will find a place of my own to live in seclusion, or maybe visit the earth and Underworld that I rarely set foot upon.”

“The Moon was always meant to be yours; I’ve occupied it for too long. From now on, I return her to you. Your brother has his own place, and your sister probably doesn’t need you to worry about her.”

Helios is somewhat of a God of Sun, and as for Eos, the Goddess of Dawn, as the mother of the star gods, she will not be homeless.

“What?” Startled, Selene didn’t quite enjoy the feeling of her place being occupied by someone else, but she hadn’t intended to drive Theia away.

After all, as the powerful Mother of Light, Theia’s presence was a deterrent in itself, even though she didn’t really need that deterrent now.

“But Mother—”

“Listen to me.”

Waving her hand to stop the Moon Goddess from speaking, Theia rarely looked her daughter directly in the eyes.

In the past, because she was not like her eldest son, who held a part of the Sun’s godhood, nor like her second daughter, Eos, who was ‘extensively social’, she somewhat neglected Selene.

But looking back now, perhaps she was the one who would fare the best in the future.

“I heard you were once friendly with a ‘wizard’ named Hecate? She is the one who just became a deity, right?”

“Yes.” Selene nodded, unsure why her mother suddenly asked about her.

“No matter, that’s good… Acquiring godhood out of nowhere, I don’t know if it’s what I think it is, but even if it’s not, someone of equal standing must be behind her.”

“Only they are the true masters of the world.”

After pondering for a moment, Theia finally admonished her daughter.

“I want you to remember, Selene—”

“Unless one day you have a truly great one supporting you, never involve yourself with beings like the Divine King. In the face of absolute power, all schemes are a joke.”

Perhaps it was the clarity of an observer, but Theia faintly sensed that there was something wrong with that ‘Divine King.’

Having personally experienced two changes of kingship, the Mother of Light began to understand. The seemingly glamorous throne was, in fact, not something desirable.

However, no matter who was the force behind some other entity, it was now irrelevant to her. Vying for power would not help her reach that level, and without such Great Divine Power, the authority she held was merely an illusion.

Since it was an illusion, there was nothing to cling to. Light was different from the Sun; she herself was not particularly keen on power.

Being an Ancient God who wielded light, she might be more respected than she had been when controlling part of the starry sky.

The gods watching the shifting situation each reacted differently, and more than one True God chose to avoid it.

And on earth, since the day the great Sun rose, countless beings had been reduced to ash and smoke in just a short time, and even within the core of the Sun’s fall, souls were burned to extinction.

After all, souls too can die; although they last longer than the physical body and can avoid some material damage, there is no difference in the face of the Sun itself.

The laws of the present world trembled faintly; almost instantly, the aura of the Divine Authority of Cronus plummeted. At the same time, a sense of oppression enveloped the hearts of all deities in the present world. However, perhaps because the transition of eras had not ended, no substantial change had occurred yet.

But the world’s changes awaited the new king’s ascension, and within Tartarus, in the twisted space-time, a nine-month-long creation was nearing its end.

“It’s over, is this what it feels like to control the world?”

At the core of the Abyss, within the nascent plane, Cronus’s voice came from the ninth layer of the world.

As the nine layers of the realms gradually took shape, under a certain influence, the Abyss underwent miraculous changes as well.

Some matter began to emerge here, but unlike worlds artificially created, because there were no deities fully belonging to the Abyss yet, this change was extremely slow.

Perhaps a long time would pass before these materials could come together, forming a structure akin to ‘earth.’

Maybe by that day, this place would become the first minor realm under the Abyss system, linking with the Nine Realms created by Cronus.

“The status of Great Divine Power, even just newly opened, I have already felt a trace of that higher-level power. Laine, no wonder you were always so arrogant.”

Though Cronus had also gained sufficient power, his control of that Source Power was neither smooth nor free from the consideration of the one-third that did not belong to him. Thus, despite taking much longer than Laine, the new world still could not compare to the nascent Spirit Realm.