Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 451 - 122 Wandering Mind

In the present world, the southern seas.

It didn’t take much time for Volos and Eros to cross the great distances; they traveled through the deep Spirit Realm, and within a few flashes, they shifted from the Spirit Realm to a position above the Sea Emperor’s palace.

The fragrant sea, the nearly nonexistent guards, the faintly visible luxurious Divine Palace—that was all there was to it. Clearly, the Sea Emperor didn’t believe anyone could silently approach him through the sea—of course, he wasn’t actually wrong about that.

Just like now, even the ’black and white ocean’ reflected by the first layer of the Spirit Realm looked different near Poseidon’s domain, even containing some colors within it.

Like Olympus, the places where deities dwell year-round naturally bear the influence of their powers. This influence over the years seeped into another temporal dimension, instinctively keeping away the life of the Spirit Realm and making it very difficult for others to directly infiltrate the side of the Sea Emperor.

If it were the Little God of Love from the original myths, faced with such a situation, he might have been helpless. He couldn’t hit a deity residing in his own palace; after all, his Golden Arrow may have had unique power, but he himself was not an unparalleled archer.

However, facing the same problem, Volos and Eros were not worried. While Uranus’ Divine Blood gave their bow and arrow the restraint of ’revenge,’ it also endowed it with the ability to ’lock on’ to a target. Coupled with the ’Gungnir,’ inherited from the Divine Lance, everything became much simpler.

Thump—

Drawing the bow and positioning the arrow, with the sound of the bowstring vibrating, the Golden Arrow in Volos’ hand shot forth.

Even though the pair had not yet seen anyone, it still followed a certain connection, flying directly towards the palace beneath the sea surface, chasing after the master of the place.

...

Inside the Divine Palace, wine flowed and laughter filled the air.

At this moment, inside Poseidon’s palace, the true Sea Empress Amphitrite had long left for places unknown. Most of those who remained were the attendants Poseidon had found from various places.

Some had been sought out, while others outright carried the blood of Poseidon. This wasn’t unusual among the Chaotic Gods. The reason Amphitrite wasn’t here had nothing to do with these matters.

After all, although she did not like Poseidon’s behavior, she lacked Hera’s power and status. If the Sea Emperor wanted to indulge in pleasure, then she could only choose to endure it. It wasn’t until she realized that more and more peculiar life forms that made her uncomfortable were appearing in the Divine Palace that Amphitrite finally awoke to the truth and then moved to another place to live.

She thought she understood why Poseidon had lost interest in her. It wasn’t because of the chase she had deliberately created before their marriage, but because his tastes were inherently different—of course, strictly speaking, there was also a bit of that factor involved.

Poseidon certainly felt annoyed by Amphitrite’s once unperceptive behavior, but there was also a bit of ’too many exotic beauties to attend to, neglecting this woman.’

It is worth mentioning here that Poseidon could certainly discern beauty and would consider Athena and Aphrodite to possess top-tier attractiveness. It’s just that the scope of his recognition was a bit wider. Those exotics he selected, if judged according to their own racial standards, were also quite ’beautiful.’

This was somewhat similar to the legends of the Dragon Race in later times, where a stunningly beautiful princess was to be seized, as was a ’beauty’ from the dog-headed folk. Thus, in his own palace, Poseidon was enjoying the dance and song before him until a streak of golden light flashed before his eyes.

Swish—

Suddenly startled, Poseidon’s immense Divine Power was unleashed, instantly causing nearly all the creatures in the palace to die or be injured. Yet, he was unfazed by this and swiftly reached out, trying to catch the gleam of gold.

An ambush... without a doubt. However, the power it carried was not strong. Although Poseidon did not know who dared to interrupt his pleasure, he swore to himself that he would make them understand the consequences of disrupting him in his domain.

"Poof—"

In the blink of an eye, as the thought flashed through his mind, the golden light had already arrived. Unexpectedly, he was unable to block the beam of light.

The Golden Arrow pierced through—or, rather, ignored the Divine Power on his hand, directly contacting his palm and disappearing in an instant.

There was no time for any reaction. Once everything was over, Poseidon looked at his own palm. There was no wound; the golden light seemed like an illusion.

"What is this...?"

"...?!"

Surprise and confusion arose in his heart. Just as Poseidon was about to do something, he suddenly stopped.

For some reason, a fiery emotion surged from his heart, an affection toward his older sister Demeter.

"..."

After a long silence, and perhaps a brief struggle, Poseidon ultimately gave in to the sensation in his heart. He looked around his palace, and the lives farther away that were not affected by his power... Demeter was his true love; what did these others matter?

So without hesitation, the Sea Emperor pressed his hand down, and within a hundred miles, a stillness settled instantly.

After doing this, Poseidon calmed down a little bit. His reason told him that his current state was abnormal, and it must have something to do with the streak of golden light. But the gods of Chaos mostly act on emotion over reason. Thus, this brief moment of clarity was fleeting, and almost without further thought, he decided to consider the matter later.