Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 292: 73 Infiltration_2

Familiar, because there are just so many True Gods in the Spirit Realm, and he more or less knew them all. Strange, naturally, because the person in front of him seldom went outside, always staying in his own little world. So, in reality, they had hardly interacted with each other.

"Peace be with you, Your Highness Evangeline, are you here to——"

"I've been invited to come and take care of Samsara for a while. Although there is no life in this world that can shake the Well of Reincarnation, there should always be a servant of the owner to guard it."

With a tranquil expression, perhaps due to the influence of Godhood, even the most ordinary voice of Evangeline sounded like a captivating song. At this moment, the God of Sleep felt as if he was listening to the echo of nature, the chirping of hundreds of birds, his very soul seemed to be purified.

In a fleeting moment, Hypnos even thought that he should not betray his Father God. After all, Laine was not the Heavenly Father Uranus, he had never committed any tyrannical acts. However, the nature of a Deity is not so easily influenced, so this wavering only lasted for an instant.

Yet, this still gave the God of Sleep a moment of solemn reflection. The authority of a Deity is so peculiar, he was confident in his own domain over Sleep, and other Deities were no different. Evangeline's Divine Power and his were as different as heaven and earth, yet he still felt a slight influence.

But, speaking of Laine, what exactly is his authority? Spirituality belongs to the Spirit Realm, but what belongs to him?

"You are right, Your Highness Evangeline. As you said, the Well of Reincarnation needs a guardian, so I shall not disturb you further."

With a gentle smile, Hypnos appeared exceedingly polite.

Setting aside his thoughts, regardless, it was indeed a good thing, one less problem to worry about.

One must know, normally, Evangeline's Divine Palace is situated atop Mount Sinai, and should the sneak attack fail, it's very likely she would come to assist quickly.

"You may, may the Lord be with you."

Nodding slightly, Evangeline didn't ask further about the God of Sleep's purpose. In her eyes, he, just like them, was a member of the Spirit Realm's Angels.

But when Hypnos heard this phrase, his face stiffened for a moment, then with a polite smile, he headed towards the passage to the fifth layer of the Spirit Realm.

It was always like this. Even though they were all gods nurtured by the grand Ancient Spirit World, they called Laine the 'Master', as if he was so distinctly different. To mark the distinction, they always referred to themselves as 'Angels', not as gods.

Even the gods from the outside world were called false gods by them, something Hypnos really couldn't understand.

Being a god nurtured by the Spirit Realm, the incarnation of Sleep should not be worshipping others. Even in Hypnos' mind, the true parents should be the Spirit Realm itself and the essence of night, not that usurper of Divine Authority.

"Soon."

Passing through the portal to the fifth layer of the Spirit Realm, a more chaotic space and time unveiled. Hypnos glanced deep into the murky space-time, where, vaguely, a presence similar yet vastly different from his own emanated.

The Sun Eater, similarly stained by the Chaotic Source Force, but to what extent he was more severely afflicted, Hypnos could not tell. In the eyes of the God of Sleep, there was some pity, such a powerful life, if it could follow his commands, the chances of success in his journey would be higher.

"No matter."

"In the future, all this will be mine!"

Repeating it once more, Hypnos, following an indistinct sense, hurried towards the passage to the sixth layer of the Spirit Realm.

There lay the most enigmatic part of the Spirit Realm. Even though he had not seen it yet, the God of Sleep felt that even the so-called Tartarus would probably be no different.

...

Meanwhile, in the Mortal Realm.

At the former site of Aurora City, the sea was still surging, even more unpredictable without its controller.

As expected, it would wreak havoc in the Mortal Realm for five days, reaching its peak before waning. The great flood of nine days and nights would completely wash the Eastern Region of the land.

Humans were annihilated, but the strange beasts of the Eastern Lands also perished in large numbers. Apart from a few strong ones, those skilled in hiding, and the naturally cunning, the rest were obliterated by this deluge. It would be countless years before other strange beasts from different parts of the continent would migrate there.

As a witness to all this, Laine was still reflecting on the sensation he had just experienced.

"Alchemy, indeed fascinating."

On his finger, the emerald ring twinkled with light. Not too long ago, Laine had used this ring, said to 'transmute stone to gold,' to change the properties of matter and raise a bronze column near the icy seas.

If the Draupnir can replicate itself, turn stone into gold, then naturally it can also turn seawater into bronze. The towering bronze column rose from the sea through its transformation, after all, changing matter was not Laine's area of expertise.

Of course, it once again proved its limits. Even if Laine infused as much power as possible into the ring, it still couldn't produce copper containing extraordinary power. That is Alchemy, what is doable is doable, what is not is simply not. Without unraveling the principles within, pouring in power alone is pointless.

It's good that this is a Mythic World where physical laws differ. Otherwise, the mere bronze, unable to sustain the heavens, would not be able to exist in the sea in columnar form and would simply disintegrate on its own.

"Alright, I have fulfilled what I promised Prometheus. The rest is up to humans themselves."