Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 505 - 144 Mark_2

The fragmented marks left in the treasury of the Nine Realms hardly seemed to point towards any location within the Chaos World—though certainty was impossible. Perhaps it pointed to a place within one of the nine great domains, now a part of Chaos.

Regardless, it was a matter worth exploring, but recently, Laine had no time to roam about.

He first had to wait here until the interface with the Negative Energy world fully stabilized and then, during Typhon’s advent, find the location of the Hemenu World. Before that, he did not intend to make any significant moves.

Moreover, this mark was incomplete, and no one could guarantee it would lead to the correct place. So, observing the fragmented mark, Laine eventually only infused a trace of Spirituality into it, then let it drift into the void under the protection of the space-time force, following the guide of the mark.

He had no expectation that this force would have any effect; it was merely a tentative exploration. After this step, Laine disconnected from the ’drop’ and casually sent the stele back to the palace.

This event was just a minor interlude, not requiring much attention until specific results emerged.

"However, speaking of which, I do wonder what Gaia is up to right now."

"Legends say that in her wrath, Mother Earth mated with Tartarus and gave birth to Typhon, the king of all monsters with a hundred heads and serpents, in a cave in the Chiriqui Area. But from the current situation, it seems like the Abyss hasn’t suddenly released any power to the outside world..."

Somewhat puzzled, the anticipated changes had not occurred even after the initial battles of Hell had ended, which was somewhat unexpected for Laine.

He had thought that as soon as Gaia left Olympus in anger, her breeding with the Abyss would happen swiftly. It would occupy Tartarus’s attention to some extent, and the force he and the God of Sleep had sent to Hell early on would take effect.

Yes, before Mephisto made his suggestion, Laine certainly had thought of some contingency plans.

This was his prepared backup plan, and Laine had intended to rely on it to take out a Demon God at a critical moment. However, with other options available, this attack naturally combined with the fully charged attack of the Serpent of the Central Court, nearly ending all the first-generation demons.

"Hmm... Perhaps there is a misunderstanding in my interpretation of the myth. Maybe the content of the myth is merely symbolic, and the account of Gaia and Tartarus’s breeding has another interpretation?"

The Goddess of Law established a Divine Kingdom in the fifth level of the Spirit Realm to accommodate the souls of her faithful followers after death, but Laine had never created a similar place. The Golden Humanity entered Seven Hills Paradise, the Silver Humanity went into Nine Layers of Hell, so where would the survivor of the Bronze Age end up?

The angels did not make the decision lightly, and ultimately, it was brought before Laine. His judgment on this human would serve as a standard by which the fates of those faithful believers to come would be measured.

"Nuo, that seems to be his name."

Looking outward at the grandiose and magnificent city that hardly seemed a creation of its time, Laine noticed the residents gathered in front of the Great Temple.

In their own way, they were bidding farewell to the ’prophet’ who had led them for hundreds of years and witnessing his return to the Lord’s kingdom.

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Mortal Realm, southeast of the continent.

Although the heavy snow had not yet abated, the temperature had started to rise.

However, for the inhabitants dwelling in this semi-magical city, they barely felt the changes in the external climate.

Having not experienced hunger or cold during the winter season, they naturally didn’t hold great expectations for spring. Moreover, in this special city, spring never truly departed.

But today was different. According to the announcement already made, the great prophet, who had lived for hundreds of years despite not carrying the bloodline of water elves, had finally reached the end of his years. The city was about to undergo a monumental change because no one knew what direction Silver Moon City would take after his death.

Nuo, praised as a ’saint’ by the Lord’s messengers, was the only mortal who could directly communicate with the winged angels and the recognized ruler by all residents of Silver Moon City. But after his death, there was nobody who could find another with the same achievements or abilities to succeed him, which gave rise to much speculation among the people.

Of course, all that was a matter for the past and the future. At least for now, most people were immersed in their sorrow.

They gathered spontaneously in front of the Temple, waiting for his return to the heavenly kingdom of the Lord.