Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 481 - 134: The Sun with No Way Out_2

The God of Sun indicated he could set out, as Zeus at last slowly said:

"Persephone has never come to Olympus, thus Hades is not guilty. Demeter’s anxious love for her daughter is also understandable. This is a conflict without right or wrong, what the Divine Court needs is merely to end this natural disaster."

...

Helios, having flown out from Olympus, had an expressionless face all along the way.

Sitting on the Mount of the Gods, calamity descends from the sky above. Mediating the dispute between two Principal Gods, moreover a dispute where ’neither side is at fault,’ everyone knows this is no easy task.

One misstep, and those who intervene might earn the resentment of both Hades and the Goddess of Agriculture, even the attitude of the Divine King himself is so ambiguously neutral. But in the end, the God of Sun still accepted the task.

In truth, he could have refused, after all, Helios hadn’t committed any wrongdoing. The Divine King could make a request, but couldn’t use it as a pretext to punish him; otherwise, if his actions affected the journey of the sun, the resulting evils would also partly fall upon the sovereignty of Zeus.

Although not fully understanding the nature of the grand ceremony, over the years, Helios had gradually realized, this third-generation Divine King seemed to still uphold order. Yet, the thought of insistence on refusal only rose in the God of Sun’s heart for an instant before vanishing without a trace.

Because right after, he heard Zeus say that while he entered underground, Apollo could replace him in steering the sun.

Gods borrowing Divine Artifacts from one another is not too uncommon, and when the Divine King uttered these words, he didn’t think it would give Helios much concern, even the original myth’s portrayal of him was the same.

However, at that moment, the God of Sun suddenly remembered a conversation from long ago, with Prometheus.

"You need not worry now, but if in the future another god born with the qualifications to drive the Chariot of the Sun appears, then you’d have to be careful."

Times have changed; for Helios of the present, he no longer requires a Divine Artifact to operate the sun. The golden chariot served more to make his task easier and voluntary, rather than indispensable. But for others, this special chariot meant for driving the great sun could enable those originally unable to do so.

And Apollo was one such existence.

"So... this is the outcome you foresaw long ago?"

"Blind to one’s own disaster, yet regarding others with keen insight... How ludicrous."

Speeding through the sky, Helios felt as if he had returned to that oceanic abyss.

Regarding the other Primordial Gods... Thinking of the Goddess of Life still on Mount of the Gods, Helios had no expectations of the Lord of Darkness. And as for Nyx, the lady of Eternal Night, in three eras, he had never heard any news about her.

"So, after all that deliberation, is Gaia really my only option now?"

His lips twitched involuntarily; if there were any other possibility, the God of the Sun would not want to deal with this ’old grandmother.’ But unfortunately, that was the harsh reality.

Only Gaia, the repeatedly frustrated Mother Goddess, might be willing to help him, and strictly speaking, their relationship was not bad. The Sun brought warmth to the Earth, and although their domains did not fully align, they were not in conflict either.

"...Forget it, I should go see her, just to visit an elder."

"If Mother Earth is still unreliable—I seem to have no other choice."

Feeling sad once more for the many misfortunes of the ’Sun,’ Helios couldn’t help but quicken his pace.

That’s why he had taken on this task. Gaia had not returned to Delphi, nor was there any trace of her on the earth. The last place she had been sighted was suspected to be the portal to the Abyss of the Underworld.

To scour the surface of the Abyss and check out the nearby areas. After all, that was his only option now...

And so, in an unnoticed corner, Helios’s figure dashed underground. Silently, the world’s destiny twisted yet another degree.

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Mortal Realm, Eryxis.

"It’s done."

Observing the brown light that flew back to the city from a distance, Volos, who had been waiting for three days, finally nodded with satisfaction.

The other party had finally returned, and from the looks of it, Poseidon seemed quite formidable... It made sense; after all, the Sea Emperor’s benchmark was the entirety of all species; he had to be strong.

"Let’s go, complete the last two things, then head home."

Waving to Eros, Volos’s small wings behind him fluttered slightly, and he immediately transformed into a streak of light flying towards The Temple.