Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Everything in front of her seemed to still be mocking the Mother of Demons for her powerlessness, as rage surged through her heart wave after wave. This time, Moya seemed to forget that there were still enemies around her, she fixated on the embryonic form of the world interface, striking it with her limbs.

Thud—

The dull sound echoed, but still no damage was done. However, unlike before, Moya understood the reason for all this.

Her once unrivaled power was erased the moment it collided with the interface; or more precisely, the Power of the Abyss temporarily bestowed upon her to destroy Hell vanished into thin air.

And this was not due to anything else but the ownership of this nascent world. This was not a domain that was independent and autonomous like Hell or the Abyss, but rather, an existence akin to the nine layers of Purgatory or the multi-layered structures within the Abyss.

It was not born of itself, but constructed jointly by two opposing yet originating worlds. It did not belong entirely to either one, so the rules of both worlds were reflected here. The consequence of this was that it could also be seen as a part of the Abyss.

When the Divine King in the mortal world was destroying the world itself, he faced only a weakening of his power, but Moya was not the ’King’ of the Abyss; her seemingly mighty power only existed when facing Hell, even those newly born Demon Gods were actually not affected by her power.

This was evident from the beginning; during the time when Moya first regained consciousness and attacked the other Demon Gods in a fit of terror and rage subconsciously, but as expected, they were actually not injured.

This power did not belong to her, and was even less stable than the Divine Authority. She was merely a user, not an owner.

Swoosh—

For a moment, standing there dazed, Moya did not know what to do, but the world did not stop for her.

The sound of movement came from the entrance to Hell, and in an instant, streams of light burst forth from it.

Those were the unintercepted essences of the Demon Gods, spilling out under the protection of the Power of the Abyss, falling down like raindrops. The giant serpent that had been guarding the door opened its mouth wide, and a terrifying suction came from within.

"—Stop!"

Boom—

Defeat was now inevitable; Moya already felt the ’disappointment’ of the Abyss towards her. One could imagine that when the first collision between the two worlds ended, the temporarily bestowed power upon her would never return.

Perhaps by that time, Tartarus would choose the true ’King’ of the Abyss in a way unique to Him—or perhaps a ’Prince’ with less ruling power, but all of that would be irrelevant to Moya.

So she tried to reclaim something for herself in this last moment, even though it might not be very useful.

Thus another battle erupted right there, but everyone knew it wouldn’t last long—it was just the final aftershock of this conflict.

...

Lava 303–7, near a volcanic crater.

The God of Sun, Helios, stood there, gazing at where the images used to be illuminated by the fire.

With the death of the Shadow Flame Demon, that mysterious connection was also severed. But that arrow that shot through the sky, even viewed through the images, was still etched in Helios’s heart.

Of course, the ’arrow’ had always been a metaphor; in reality, it had nothing to do with actual arrows or similarity. Nevertheless, the power encapsulated within it was undeniably real.

"...There actually exist forces within the Abyss that oppose Him, Crius has joined them; is this really still the Chaos World that I know?"

For a long time, the God of Sun whispered silently, then turned and left without hesitation.

This place was too terrifying. If it were only a few Demon Gods, he might not be able to defeat them but could still run, after all, they didn’t seem very smart. He had been wary of Crius only because he couldn’t outrun him and might have been trapped in the Abyss.

But facing that life or object which had released such terrifying power, he probably wouldn’t even have the chance to run.

Leaving Layer 303–7 of the Abyss, Helios flew swiftly in the direction from which he had come. Previously, one couldn’t discern directions in the Abyss, and now, he still couldn’t distinguish up from down, left from right, but the layers of interfaces in the void themselves were the best landmarks.

However, shortly after the God of Sun had started to move, he suddenly looked back. There, countless streaks of light were falling like raindrops.

"That is..."

The specks of light were fast because they seemed to be affected by the power of the Abyss. Helios dared not touch them, so he just watched as the colorful points of light whizzed past him and then disappeared into the distant void.

There were a few exceptions, seemingly attracted by something, they fell directly into the layer that Helios had just left. And just as they entered, they underwent various changes.

The power on the surface of the light points faded, revealing what was inside—remnants of Demon Gods. There were broken phosphorus armors burning with flames, eyeballs torn from wings, and chunks of flesh that were still wriggling incessantly.

Then, right before Helios’s eyes, as they touched the ground in a mere instant, they burst forth with unprecedented life force, transforming into a variety of different beings.

There were eyeballs floating in mid-air, emitting a strong mental aura with nerves and tendrils drifting around, there were ferocious demons that burned with flames, looking extremely similar to the now-destroyed Flame Demon and there were shadows writhing on the ground, their gathering and scattering influencing the surrounding environment.

A whale falls, life teems, although such a phrase did not exist in the Chaos World, a similar notion nevertheless arose in Helios’s heart.

The current gods were immortal, so he had never seen the sight of a deity level existence dying. But now it seemed their downfall was just a beginning, and from the corpses of those ancient beings, a brand new race would be born.

They would become masters of the Abyss in the future, this dead and empty world brimming with new life.

"Hiss—"

"Hmm?"

His expression subtly changing, Helios turned sharply.

In the distance, in the place he had marked as layer 303–6, a massive worm was hissing at him through the barrier of the interface.

And the moment he saw it, a name resembling the True Names of real deities echoed from the depths of the God of Sun’s heart. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Earth-shaking Worm, a new god born after the Demon God’s limbs absorbed a portion of the Abyss’s power. In comparison to the already fallen progenitor, it no longer controlled ’life and transformation’, and its power had only just reached the True God threshold.

However, an intuition told Helios that although the power of this second-generation Abyss deity may have greatly reduced at the start, they seemed to no longer be as irrational as the first generation. At least from the eyes of this newly born being before him, the God of Sun felt as if he saw apprehension and threat.

This was something the Demon Gods in the previous images did not possess; to them, there seemed to be only destruction and slaughter.

"Heh, this is just too outrageous... Am I witnessing an ’Era Transition’ that belongs to a world beyond?"

Although the power of the life before him posed no threat to him, thinking about the vast number of Abyss’s layers that he had passed through, a chill surged from the heart of the God of Sun.

He hoped they would stay in the Abyss forever, never to come out... With that thought, Helios lingered no longer. He immediately transformed into a beam of golden light and fled back the way he came. This place was simply not suitable for his existence.

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