Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Note: In mythology, creatures like the three-headed dog, nine-headed hydra, and chimera can all be called demons. So, just like "Sword of Punishment" and "Immortal Flame" mentioned earlier, this is actually a commonly used vocabulary in Western fantasy novels.

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In the ever-dark Underworld dominated by murky colors, the sound of the river of fire rolled incessantly. Waves of molten lava would occasionally sweep up white bones on the shore, emitting a sizzling noise.

Amidst the ever-expanding Underworld, the pale purple glow of the Moon remained unchanged. Under its illumination, a dim yellow brilliance streaked across the gray plain.

Along the way, the dull light flickered erratically; although it moved swiftly, it gave off a sense of teetering on the brink of collapse. However, no matter how much it wobbled, it ultimately continued to fly in the sky, heading straight for a destination.

Through the flickering divine light, the brown hem of a garment was clearly visible. Without a doubt, this was Gaia, who had left Mount Olympus not long ago.

Unlike the gods who had always walked the Earth, Gaia had experienced a compact series of events. ’A few days ago,’ she had just gone through the ordeal of an epochal transition, and upon awakening, she was faced with such a blow. One could imagine the impact this had on Gaia, which is why she did not return to her former seclusion spot, but instead came to the Underworld.

Delphi had been left with nothing, and the few remaining relics were merely mocking Mother Earth’s impotence. However, she also did not resort to her essence after repeated failures, because the reason Gaia chose to leave rather than fight to the death with the Divine King was that in her heart, she still had a glimmer of hope.

Even if all living things turned against her, against the very foundation of the current world, Chaos was not just of this world. Even if all the life that had grown upon her robust form was now her enemy, on the other side of the world, in a realm dominated by Chaos, there were other sacred beings.

If intelligent life regarded her as nothing, then Gaia would seek out the unintelligent; if beings of Order shunned her, then she would choose to embrace Chaos.

In the past, among the four Primordial Deities born from Chaos, only the Abyss did not have direct offspring born from its own strength, which might have been seen as something the side of Order was happy to witness. But now, Mother Earth was prepared to change that herself.

Let the child of Chaos descend upon the world... As an avatar of the other side of the world, it would be like the ’king’ of the Abyss, just as Zeus was of this world. And just as Chaos was hostile to Order, the offspring of Tartarus would inevitably be hostile to the Divine King, and all Gaia needed to do was to bring it into this world.

As for how to accomplish this, it wasn’t difficult. There were two Gods of Sun, but Helios could never surpass his father, Hyperion. There have been two generations of the Queen of Gods at the helm of Fertility, but in this respect, Hera still could not match her.

"Cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough..."

"Huff—"

Hope was rising in her heart, but the weariness of her body persisted, making Gaia’s form stagger.

Violent coughs continued to emanate from within the glow of divinity, and even her spirit was becoming somewhat blurry, a deep fatigue sweeping over Gaia. She was well aware that these symptoms were a sign that her status was on the verge of shattering.

The shackles of the world were as heavy as the sky itself, oppressing Gaia so much that she could barely breathe. Her weakening strength was causing her remaining status to totter as if it could disintegrate at any moment.

Of course, although it seemed this way, Gaia could still be certain that such a thing would not actually happen. On one hand, she still had a little bit of strength left, not quite a dead end, and on the other hand, she was, after all, a Primordial God, and her essence supported the material realm.

Even if her connection to her essence had become much less tight than that of the other Primordial Gods due to the degree of personification, it still existed. This connection, which was even closer than with the original Titans and the symbol of Godhood, meant that it was impossible for her to truly fall completely.

However, it was for this very reason that she felt such a strong sense of ’sleepiness.’

For her, the so-called ’fall from grace’ had another more apt expression, which was ’half an eternal slumber.’

As Mother Earth, Gaia could not genuinely be weakened to the domain of strong divine power. However, this was not a guarantee of her omnipotence, it just meant that she would stop the fall of her status in that instant and then transfer all the pressure onto her personified self until it was forced to collapse into nothingness.

Once that day arrived, Gaia’s will would be sent back to rest within her essence to maintain her own strength. But this time, she would no longer be able to choose when to wake up.

It might be ten thousand years, mayhaps several tens of thousands, or it could be an eternal sleep, all depending on her recovery and the changes in Law during that time.

And over such a long period of time... nobody knows what could happen.

"Huff... I still have a chance."

"Zeus... As Mother Earth, my strength was never just about myself!"

With gritted teeth and mustering her spirit, Gaia continued to race through the vast Underworld. Explore more adventures at NovelBin.Côm

The ashen scenery flashed by around her, occasionally with some sparks of light, but she no longer had the energy to pay attention to her surroundings. At this point, Gaia was simply following an invisible intuition, heading toward her brother who had been born after her but had never had a thought of his own.