Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 616 - 198: The Lost... and Long Quiet _2

However, this inversely proves a point, that the idea of opening up a world and drawing growth from the domains that originally belonged to the Primordial Deity is feasible. Cronus could only grapple with the mindless Abyss, slowly devouring it over the span of time, because he was not, after all, a Primordial God, but I won’t be needing any of these... Of course, those are all matters for later.

As for Erebus at the moment, he had made his preparations beforehand and had prepared for the aftermath, all that was missing was the right opportunity.

"That’s enough for now, you still have plenty of time to hesitate. But I hope that by the time the opportunity presents itself, you have made your final decision."

With this speech concluded, a sweep of his long sleeve, and the figure in the shadows vanished as silently as it had appeared, leaving the God of the Ocean alone in his palace.

He had no more to say, the rest, time would tell.

...

Whoosh—

In the space of a breath, from the outer sea to the inner sea, Erebus, having left the Circumterrestrial River, spanned the vast distance and arrived above the Ionian Sea.

The realm of Humans was on a large island not far off, with a few ships sailing the nearby waters. However, the reason Erebus had come here was simply because it was near the Pontus Euxinus.

Zeus was still there, and he wasn’t in a rush to go over. After going over the preparations he had made once again, Erebus repeated the only condition he was missing.

"An opportunity."

Or more precisely, his moment of death.

Although he had been striving towards this, he really didn’t know if Laine could offer this chance. Because the latter had never shown that sort of invincible, absolute power to make him feel undefeatable. The last time they confronted each other, they were separated by a negligible margin.

So if it was just that sort of Laine... could he really come to ’kill’ him?

"No matter, I never put all my eggs in one basket. You and Zeus, or maybe the Spirit Realm and the mortal realm, one of you has to win, right?"

With a light chuckle, the Lord of Darkness felt the issue was not significant.

In the past, athletic and intellectual competitions were not uncommon, but those were the stages for heroes and sages, where spectators could only cheer and watch. But now, Athens’ design had truly broken new ground, causing astonishment and delight for providing the chance to participate.

Iapetus was no exception; he held a black placard with enthusiasm, joining the noisy crowd.

"Things really are changing day by day, I still remember when humans only knelt and worshipped each deity, their leaders hauling huge stones to build temples for All Gods. Time flies, so many years have passed..."

The God of Speech, Iapetus, was closely related to the birth of earliest humans, and his eldest son, Prometheus, was indeed the creator of the Bronze Humanity.

Since he and Gaia created the Silver Generation, this ancient Titan God had been living in seclusion, not involving himself in the affairs of other deities, even if his offspring were imprisoned or holding up the heavens, he simply looked the other way.

Perhaps, though, a solitary life was too dull, and he often disguised himself as a mortal to experience life in their realm.

As for this time... perhaps it was because he had once glimpsed fate that he felt an unseen pull, or maybe it was just because, as the God of Speech, Iapetus enjoyed such debates of the wise. In any case, he had come to the mortal world again, to this very arena.

He was in good spirits; such days couldn’t get any better—

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Iapetus’s figure stiffened for a moment, disbelieving what he had just seen.

He took a deep breath and looked again towards that place. But this time, he saw nothing.

"Whew—just a case of mistaken identity."

"It’s impossible, anyway. The Mother Goddess has long been absent; how could she appear here? No, absolutely impossible."

Quietly reassuring himself, Iapetus felt it was time to make himself scarce.

As much as he wanted to watch this grand event, it was better to avoid trouble as much as possible.

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