Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 438 - 117 Demon Gods

An indescribable core of the Abyss; when the transformation of the Underworld was complete, its influence was also transmitted here in another manner.

Something throbbed, followed by a slight shake of the titanic figure at the core of Tartarus. Perhaps because she had slept for too long, her own power had undergone too drastic a transformation in this process, such that even though she was stimulated, her consciousness awakened slowly.

As for the six distinct figures… they guarded around their mother, but their consciousness was actually not complete. Or rather, before Moya awoke, they were meant to remain as they were, for the Mother of Demons was truly the first life that should appear in the Abyss.

Time slowly passed, and the consciousness within that immense body became ever more active. At some moment, she finally regained a bit of her capacity to think, allowing the ’eyes’ on her body to also gradually open.

The surroundings were suddenly reflected in her gaze.

...

’It’s noisy...’

Her consciousness was adrift in nothingness, surrounded by darkness without borders. Something was constantly changing her, yet she didn’t have a clearer sense of reality in her sleep.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, as there was no concept of time in sleep. It was only that strange fluctuation that had just occurred that finally startled this confused soul awake.

But her consciousness had only awakened a little, not enough to freely control her own body and power, and even less to bear the memory of the past and logical thinking. For the moment she had forgotten why she was there, even where ’here’ was, and had even forgotten who she was...

Millions of years blurred everything, and when it all ended, Moya, having just awakened from her slumber, was a bit out of sorts; her somewhat muddled consciousness did not recall everything immediately.

She was simply observing her surroundings instinctively, the twisted and bizarre place—even without recalling the various events of the past, Moya still felt that the scenery before her eyes was probably somewhat different from where she used to live.

’Stars’ twinkled ’above’, remnants of the creation of the world, impurities that were difficult for the world to digest, and now they form layers upon layers of projections of the Abyssal dimensions; a chaotic sea churned ’below’, the true bottom of all worlds, and also the most primordial existence of Abyss Tartarus.

Looking at it, a feeling of kinship mixed with rejection arose from the depths of Moya’s heart.

The familiarity came from the origin of her body, and the rejection from the memories in her subconscious. The ancient Titans inherently did not like these, but no matter what, after thinking briefly to no avail, she let it go, because Moya’s attention was quickly drawn to something even more tangible around her.

Those were the six immeasurable colossal entities—so her subconscious told her. But Moya’s currently vague thoughts were a bit confused because she couldn’t feel where they were ’big’ at all.

Greatness and smallness are defined by reference, but at the moment in the core of Tartarus, there was only Moya and these six entities. Compared to her, these Demon Gods could not be considered ’large’ in any way.

’And... they don’t seem to have the same consciousness as I do.’

It seemed she discovered something, Moya was a bit surprised, and then the answer suddenly emerged in her mind.

It seemed that when it involved certain things, she didn’t need to think to ’know’ the answer. Sensing the incomprehensibly understood information, Moya ’realized’ the situation in an instant.

Before she awoke, there would be no second fully conscious being in the Abyss. She was a special being, not only as the first life of the Abyss, but also because of certain innate traits she possessed. She was immortal, but they were not. Therefore, even if the Demon Gods’ gestation was complete, it remained halted due to Moya’s slumber.

’I am special, that’s nice.’

Having found the answer, Moya’s consciousness again let go of the doubts, a touch of joy rising in her heart, and then she began to observe these six fellows more meticulously.

After all, they were the only beings around. So Moya opened her eyes, using her body and consciousness to examine their appearance and power in turn.

Each of them was different, and the one closest to Moya looked like a huge insect. Its bloated body was covered with large and small branches, and in the position of the head, a huge human face was drawn, which added to its sense of horror.

As before, when Moya saw it, the information about this life form came to mind. It was the first Demon God born in Tartarus, symbolizing the growth and change of life’s flesh within the Abyss; of course, this was her, the firstborn of the Mother of Demons.

’So I am the Mother of Demons? Then what is a demon?’

Her hazy mind pondered for a moment, then gave up thinking once more. Moya continued to observe the other five entities.

The second closest to her was a ’giant insect’, or more precisely, something like an enlarged moth, only it was clearly different from those frail creatures.

The transparent wings were adorned with countless eyes, not the compound eyes of insects, but the eyes of normal animals. Dense specks covered them; even without considering the power within, this sight alone could cause someone with trypophobia to become so frightened as to lose their composure.