Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 495 - 139: Sacrifice and the [Asura Field]_3

However, in the final second before his consciousness fully cleared, the former God of Meteorology still took note of the fate of his adversary. The result, however, made him curse out loud.

"So, I’m the only one who didn’t even leave a corpse behind?"

As the thought crossed his mind, he then sunk into a cold slumber, all that was happening on the battlefield now irrelevant to him. But it could be imagined that Crius’s sleep would likely only last for a brief moment.

Soon, he would awaken anew in the "Boisterous Hollow Tunnels." Unharmed in essence and perhaps, before long, he might even celebrate the victory of the Nine Hells.

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In the first layer of Hell, near the gateway blasted open by the Mother of Demons. Stay connected via empire

At some unknown time, the once tranquil teenage deity who sat here playing his flute had vanished without a trace, leaving only a handful of grey feathers drifting down in the empty mid-air, with only two slumbering Demon Gods remaining.

Yet by their looks, Squenos had evidently left only just a moment ago; otherwise, deprived of his sustaining power, they would have likely awakened by now.

Above in the high sky, relentless storms continued to blow, and small movements began to stir upon the bodies of the two Demon Gods. The last few grey feathers became blurred, as if about to vanish into nothingness with just a gust of wind.

However, in the next moment, everything came to a halt.

Carrying the ’arrowhead’ with the Demon God’s Origin, it fell freely, embedding itself in that void. Like an axe splitting chaos, where it landed marked the beginning of creation.

"All is going well."

In the void, indifferent to the sudden shock and rage of Moya, the Ancient Serpent nodded slightly. Then, in the next moment, the ’sacrifice’ rule embedded in the interface due to Zeus’s prior influence emerged.

The Titans with their three heads and eight arms wielded three distinct powers: one that slowly corrupted everything, one that efficiently annihilated all spirits, and the last in the middle that could siphon the power of its foes from slaughter to strengthen oneself. (See 3-117)

The Divine Tree that grew from Gungnir’s main trunk inherited its most core capabilities: one supplanting another, gains matched with sacrifices.

Lastly, there was the unique connection between the Abyss and Hell... They fell together into that time-space bubble, the space that for many years had been born and destroyed in the clashes between the Ancient Serpent and Moya’s powers, or the collision of Hell and the Abyss.

"You should have another title."

A transformation was underway, the will of the Abyss seemed to be boiling over with rage. But the Ancient Serpent was relaxed, because at this point, everything was unstoppable.

So, looking at the birth within the time-space bubble—seemingly slow but actually swiftly taking shape, even vaguely belonging both to the Abyss and Hell—a deep voice came from the serpent’s head.

"A fight to the death, ’the survivor’ as the king... From this day on, you shall be called Asura Field."