Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 78: Chapter 55 Breaking the Seal (Additional update for the first Sect Leader of this book)

Translator: 549690339

Boom!

While the two goddesses came to blows, far across the starry sky, the battle between the God of Meteorology Crius and the God of Sun Hyperion raged on. However, unlike Theia’s restraint, her husband was never one to go easy.

Confronted with his own ‘grandson’ in actuality, the East Wind God Eurus was struck by the God of Sun, crossing half the battlefield and flashing past the God of Light Aether, before crashing forcibly onto a minor celestial body.

The disparity in divine power left Eurus with no chance to turn into an intangible wind to avoid injury, and upon his collision, the very essence of a certain God of Stars shattered instantaneously.

“Ah!!”

Accompanied by a scream, a God of Stars, who stood on the side of the God of Sun, suddenly burst into light, then gradually faded away, and ultimately turned into a glowing stone.

By contrast, the God of the East Wind only swayed his somewhat dizzy head, then clambered out from the wreckage of the celestial body.

Witnessing this, all the Gods of Stars on both sides of the battlefield could not help but feel a pang of sorrow, as if mourning for their own kind.

This was not the first time such an event occurred. Other True Gods at least distinguished between friend and foe, but the God of Sun never cared for the existence of the Gods of Stars.

Nevertheless, despite this, the Gods of Stars dared not leave for they were bound by the limitations of being territorial gods. They were innate deities and thus immortal, but unlike True Gods, they could not continuously draw divine power from their godhood.

Once their ‘territory’, upon which they depended, was destroyed, they would permanently lose their source of divine power, and the result of drained divine power was an eternal slumber.

If no alternative means of acquiring divine power surfaced, this God of Stars would likely remain in this state between life and death, never to return.

Such was the case with the Heavenly Father. As the lord of the sky, even after losing his Divine King status, the Sky continuously supplied him with divine power through his godhood. Yet, to avoid that dreadful transformation, Uranus had no choice but to use every ounce of freshly born divine power to resist that change, and as a consequence, he, too, with his divine power drained, was forced into a deep slumber.

Over the past millennia, countless Gods of Stars had fallen into eternal sleep. Even on the earth below, Mountain Gods, River Gods, Lake Gods, and others were innumerable in falling into this state indistinguishable from death, yet no True God cared about this.

In their eyes, these quasi-gods without godhood were no different from mortals and Nymphs granted with divinity.

Mortals could be killed, and eternal slumber was not much different from death for gods. A god who could be ‘killed’ by merely shattering a celestial body held a status amongst gods akin to the ‘Heavenly Soldiers and Generals’ from Laine’s previous life.

Though theoretically immortals as well, they were only referred to as ‘Heavenly Soldiers and Generals’, lacking names of their own.

“Why struggle, my brother? You are no match for me. Have I heard right that you and your child have also fallen out? It seems we truly are ‘fellow sufferers’—hahahaha!”

Amidst his laughter, Hyperion watched the evasive God of Meteorology, his body as if poured from gold, charged directly towards the formation formed by the Gods of Stars.

Battles between True Gods could easily result in clear victors, but if one side stubbornly delayed the fight, unless the disparity was too great, the struggle could last for years or even decades, which was quite common. Hyperion found it more worthwhile to ‘kill’ more of his rebellious offspring than to expend energy on Crius.

How dare they betray him and side with the Divine King against him—it was unforgivable.

With that in mind, the God of Sun let out a great shout, allowing his voice to echo throughout the starry expanse.

“Astras (Gods of Stars), this is the consequence of your indecision.”

“And the two of you, Crius, Rhea, you’re not up to it, send Cronus himself!”

The humiliation I was once forced to confess under coercion by Laine, the frustration of my wife being detained by Coeus, and having no choice but to face two enemies alone, the fury from being forced to retreat step by step over a thousand years—all these angers had been unleashed upon my enemies by Hyperion in recent years, with the God of Stars being the primary target.

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He knew that even if he took back the Sky, he would not be able to do anything about the Queen of Gods and the powerful God of Meteorology. But he swore that when the time came, he would send all the stars that had betrayed him into eternal slumber, one by one.

‘Soon, Hyperion, I truly hope you can still laugh then.’

Suppressing the rage in his heart, Crius had no intention of stalling for the sake of the God of Stars. Everything was coming to an end, and he no longer cared about the fate of those territorial gods.

After all, the Divine King would have to deal with headaches for a while after the war, as years of divine battles had thrown the energy tides of the stars into chaos. Without these stars, the True Gods would have no choice but to intervene and resolve the issues themselves.

Boom—

The powerful God of Meteorology chose to dodge, and the gods of Intermediate Divine Power, the God of Daylight and the God of Light, also made way in haste.

They only wanted to claim a territory in the Sky and keep away from their foolish brothers and sisters in the Underworld; they weren’t truly there to fight to the death for the Divine King.

Therefore, with no adversary, the God of Sun began to wreak havoc among the weaker True Gods and God of Stars. The three Wind Gods turned into currents of air, but they were still torn apart and scattered under the radiance of light and heat. Prometheus, the creator of future Bronze Humanity, was even used as a ‘weapon’ to smash one star after another.

However, several truly powerful gods turned a blind eye to this. In this unspoken ‘agreement,’ time slipped away second by second.

“Hmm?”

It was at that moment, as Hyperion was rampantly assaulting, that he suddenly stopped. He turned his head toward the Sun; in that direction, he faintly sensed that the seal he had left behind had been touched.

It was the seal he had used to imprison his eldest son, Helios. That seal was with the Sun, and even the peak of powerful Divine Power couldn’t contend with those shackles.

Deities may hold their Godhood, but they are not equivalent to the matters represented by their Godhood. Even after the Primordial Gods personified, they were no longer synonymous with their essence, let alone the Titans who were born later.

The power of the Sun was far greater than his, as the God of Sun, which was well-known; hence, Hyperion had never worried that his eldest son could escape the imprisonment. But just now, reality told him that nothing was impossible.

Under the force of a powerful Order, the seal was shattered from the inside. The Divine King’s decree, bolstered by the Codex of Creation, was nearly as potent as if spoken into existence. The seal that Hyperion left could not withstand the test of time, disintegrating amid a tremor.

“Cronus, it’s you!”

Incredulous, yet it made sense. Cronus remained restrained, not taking action himself, but his long-prepared Divine King’s decree did not falter.

Apart from Laine, who was in the Spirit Realm, only two gods in the world had a high affinity for the Codex of Creation: Themis and the Divine King.

His authority was greatly enhanced by the natural affinity with ‘Order’ and ‘Law,’ making this Divine Artifact more terrifying in Cronus’s hands than the Sickle that had once injured the Heavenly Father.

“Good, very good. So this is your purpose?”

Fury turned to laughter; the Divine Power of Hyperion burst forth, shattering the surrounding celestial bodies. Even though the oppression of the strong over the weak was more pronounced within the same domain, once Helios escaped, he could still disrupt his influence over the Sun.

“It’s futile, unless you take action yourself. Even with that rebel son, you’re no match for me.”

“Since you dare to do this, then prepare to face my might!”

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