Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 290: 72: The Rising Copper Pillar_3

"Zeus, it seems even your throne is not so secure, look, this is the fate of those who rebel!"

Yet there was no response, and Mount Olympus was dead silent, as if no gods existed there at all.

Clang—

"Ah!"

The silent collision echoed against the bronze pillars, and with it, Triton's cry. Silver-white chains materialized out of nowhere, wrapping around seven times, binding the half-fish, half-human demigod to the bronze pillar. In that moment, as the son of the Sea God, he became a medium.

He transferred the pressure of the sky onto the sea, and thus, three parts of the northwest sea sank. Countless undercurrents formed a ring, turning this area of the ocean into a forbidden zone for ordinary beings.

As this medium, Triton felt his body might be crushed into powder. He thought he was going to die, but as the offspring of the Sea God, he could find vitality from the ocean.

As long as he was not instantly annihilated, he could continuously recover, and after all, the piece of sky that had fallen onto the bronze pillar was only a small fringe. So even though Triton's body was covered in cracks like shattered porcelain, it never completely broke apart.

Opening his mouth, but unable to breathe, Triton felt he had lost all perception of the outside world. But what followed, the deity's belated judgement, still imprinted deeply in his heart.

"You wish for death, so I shall grant you death, but that is merely your desire, not the punishment for your offense against me."

In the city ruins, Laine withdrew his right hand.

"I shall hang you above the West Heaven for seven thousand years, to serve as the support between heaven and earth. When the punishment I have prescribed ends, you will naturally face the end you sought."

Suspending the son of the Sea God above the sea was a fitting end indeed.

"And you."

Raising his gaze, spanning mountains and seas, Laine saw the silent Divine Palace on Mount Olympus.

The palace doors could not block his sight, and the subtle expressions of the gods were all different.

"Take care of your belongings."

A blue light streaked across the land, crossed the boundary between water and land, burst open the doors of the Divine Palace, and landed before Poseidon, trembling slightly.

As Poseidon had once requested, this Divine Artifact, forged by Godhood, had long since become an object bound to the ocean. Its power grew stronger as the area under its control expanded and would become utterly powerless if it lost its domain.

Thus, like throwing out trash, the Sea Emperor's artifact was plunged before Poseidon's seat, marked only by the imprint of a handgrip, testifying to the events it had undergone.

Within the great hall, the gods remained silent. The moment they fully realized Laine's presence, Zeus had guessed the outcome, yet he did not issue any warning. This was not to target his foolish brother, but to probe.

In less than a century after opening the Spirit Realm, Laine had mysteriously appeared in human cities, undoubtedly proving the other party was not truly at peace with the world. And with Mother Earth about to awaken, she constantly threatened Zeus's further path. In such circumstances, the Divine King was eager to know, do the laws of the present world have any effect on the Primordial Gods?

Now, with the authority of the Divine King, he had his answer. Yet, seeing the shattered entrance and the artifact landed before Poseidon, Zeus could not be pleased.

He had always known, to these Great Divine Powers, Divine Court's dignity was a joke, but when the moment truly occurred, and the other party didn't consider his existence at all, Zeus still clenched the armrests of his throne.

He did not know what the other deities were thinking, but right then, he urgently wanted—

"Hmm?"

His expression shifted, then immediately returned to normal. The Divine King, acting as if nothing had happened, looked at his brother who had finally quieted down.

"Humans have already been destroyed; as for the rest... let's leave it at that. Your own problems, deal with them yourself."

When the Divine King spoke, the gods all sighed in relief. The strange atmosphere was broken, but all the deities intentionally ignored the trident that was embedded in the Divine Palace.

However, faced with Zeus's words, Poseidon remained unmoved.

After staring for a moment at the Divine Artifact that was lost and found again, the blue hair concealed the Sea Emperor's expression. Nobody knew what he was thinking; they could only see Poseidon finally extending his hand, placing it on the clear imprint on the artifact.

The next moment, wisps of black mist twined around Poseidon's palm, the force of Death slicing open the Principal God's flesh. Yet he seemed not to feel it, only staring for a moment before suddenly starting to laugh softly.

"Hahaha..."

"Poseidon, perhaps you need to rest for a while?"

Watching the abnormal Poseidon, Zeus spoke indifferently.

"Rest? No, no need. Not only do I not need it, you don't either."

"Do you think you have calculated everything perfectly, that all is within your control? Zeus, you are actually just a joke."

The laughter eventually ceased, and Poseidon looked at his younger brother. He might not be known for his Wisdom, but he wasn't stupid—Zeus and his lover were the only two present who had seen Laine, yet they had just now unanimously chosen silence, standing by as Triton marched towards his Destruction.

So now, it was his turn to disregard.

"What do you mean?"

Zeus's brow furrowed, and a bad premonition rose in his heart. The consecutive surprises today had already been headache-inducing enough; all he wanted now was to end it all smoothly.

"Nothing much, just a reminder..."

"Zeus, and your weak lover, have you forgotten that you also have a father?"

At those words, Eurynome's expression changed dramatically, and Zeus finally remembered something.

The God of the Ocean, Oceanus, had intended to probe into Zeus's hidden human tribe more than a decade ago but had never been fruitful. However, not long before, the sturdiest fortress had been breached from within.

Under the covert guidance of a certain existence, the name of the God of the Ocean began to spread among Humans, and under the flood, the people realized that the Sea Emperor had brought disaster upon them, naturally turning to another Sea God for protection.

There was no protection to be had, but the Faith was real enough, and so Oceanus finally became aware of the secret hidden by his adopted son.

And now, in Poseidon's sensation, he and the Primordial Goddess of Water were crossing the ocean, hurtling towards Olympus.

...

At the same time, within the Spirit Realm.

"That should be enough."

Enveloped in grey wings, the young deity stood up.

The mysterious person had spoken truly, this was indeed a rare opportunity. Those who should have left had left, and now, the Spirit Realm seemed much emptier. Especially so since the most threatening Goddess of the Nether Moon wasn't there; that was the best news.

As for the top tier of the Spirit Realm, at this moment, it was completely deserted.