Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Moya suddenly remembered that Laine, at the end of the first era, had once caused two Primordial Deities who were looking for trouble with him to return without success.

She naturally didn’t believe it was purely Laine’s own power that had achieved this, as no one could go from Weak Divine Power to greatness in a single day, so this was perhaps due to some kind of clever trick.

Just as he had once punished a God of Sun for violating the rules with a Divine Artifact, perhaps he had also found some way to elude the perception of the Primordial Gods.

As for why she was now able to detect him... A surge of concealed excitement began to rise in Moya’s heart. Tartarus was the most powerful among the living Primordial Gods, and the Abyss was even more so the domain of His being, where His power increased not just by one level.

Only the Nine Hells, being of the same origin, could somewhat contend with Him, otherwise any Primordial God from the outside world, even one with power far surpassing that of Asmodeus, would never be able to confront Tartarus in the Abyss.

Then, under such circumstances, it seemed only natural that she would see through Laine’s movements by borrowing His power...

Her enormous body stretched out, and terrifying power began to coil around her grotesque limbs. As the initial shock and excitement waned, jealousy and rage began to rise in Moya’s heart as she looked at the man and woman before her.

One was the very catalyst for her current plight, and the other possessed such beauty... For a moment, the Mother of Demons could barely suppress her destructive desire that was about to explode outright.

But just as she was on the verge of unleashing it, the sanity protected by her immortal nature sobered Moya up a bit. Once again, she isolated the influence of the Abyss and made a more sensible judgment.

She needed to confirm one more thing, as mere speculation might not be correct... In an instant, Moya’s consciousness began to ascend. Facing a once-in-a-millennium opportunity, the former Titan Deity embraced Tartarus on her own initiative for the first time, connecting to that vast and mighty presence.

The chaotic and disordered thoughts instantly struck the depths of her spirit, causing her rationality as a being of Order to suffer immensely, but with the power of the Abyss, Moya looked at the two before her once more.

This time, the scenery before her indeed changed; they had used some method to conceal their true identities... However, no sooner had the thought crossed her mind than Moya realized in pain that things were not quite as she had thought.

It wasn’t someone else in disguise, but there was something wrong with that woman. That beautiful appearance was actually a false facade; underneath some Divine Artifact, there lurked another, uglier body.

As for the one beside her... Yes, that was Laine!

The familiar power, the visage she still remembered to this day, all confirmed the identity of the newcomer. Her judgment had been correct, and in that instant, realizing the situation before her, Moya couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"Hehehehehe... Hahahahaha...!"

A Deity capable of weaving ’beauty,’ successfully deceiving even the cunning Prophecy-reader with her own authority... And this enemy she’d longed to face, could there be anything better?

"There couldn’t be!"

As reason’s thread neared its breaking point, in the last moment of disconnecting from the Abyssal will, Moya’s power surged, firmly locking onto the distant Ancient Serpent.

The enemy must be caught, this formidable adversary must not escape; as long as she was around, It had nowhere to go!

Having made her final arrangements, Moya finally completely gave in to her instincts. A boundless sense of joy rose in her heart, her massive tentacles spread out like covering the sky and went crawling towards the secret space and time, and she could even see the look of panic that crossed Laine’s face the moment he realized he had been discovered.

"Hahahaha... Yes, that’s the expression..."

"Come on, since you’re on my turf, let me give you a proper reception!"

A tremendous roar spread in all directions, rippling through the Abyss, even attracting an unexpected spectator, but Moya cared for none of that.

At this moment, looking at the two she ’held’ in her ’hand,’ the Mother of Demons was immensely pleased.

...

The Mother of Demons faced her from across a time-space of life and destruction, watching silently.

Watching her distant ’self’ being captured, She was not only unhurried but even had the leisure to comment.

"Surprisingly effective. Moya’s rationality held up longer than expected, but that’s as far as it goes."

"She trusts the power of the Abyss too much. However, it’s understandable, since this is her first encounter with such majestic force; it’s normal for her to make such a judgment."

"But..."

Their essences were the same, their life paths the same, their powers the same, even their appearances were the same; this, at least according to the simplistic concept of the Chaotic Gods, made one a god. Thus, watching this scene, Laine couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.

"My sacrifice is too great."

The right to his own likeness was infringed; such a sacrifice was huge, and he wasn’t just being argumentative.

After all, just as with modern film stars and their stunt doubles, who the double is doesn’t matter much compared to the star’s face; that’s what’s key.

Now, someone else was getting beaten up while wearing his face; wasn’t that a considerable sacrifice on his part? Pondering this, the Serpent of the Central Court seemed to find it hard to watch, tilting his head ever so slightly away.

"Stop wasting time, hurry up. Do you know how disgusting that thing is?"

Suddenly, an urgent voice sounded close to his ear. The owner of the voice seemed to have just realized the decision made was far more ’terrifying’ than previously imagined. However, hearing his words, the coiled serpent merely shook its head, apparently refusing.

"Don’t rush. There’s only one chance, better to be cautious than hasty."

"Besides, I’ve already made such a huge sacrifice; you can hold on a little longer. After all, it’s unavoidable. In this world, the only thing that can deceive Him in the body of Tartarus is His own power."

"..."

"I didn’t understand before why you called this special avatar the embodiment of ’evil.’ Now I’m starting to see a bit of why."

After a moment of silence, the voice spoke again, but there was nothing to be done about it. Setting aside some meaningless details, the Serpent of the Central Court was correct. Despite Moya being distracted, the moment the power locking this space-time detected any abnormalities, she would turn her guns back on target immediately.

After all, with her instincts influencing her reasoning, the Abyss’s influence on her intensified. Compared to anything about Laine, the war with the Nine Hells was far more urgent.

"So, how much longer do you need?"

The voice came again, and this time, the serpent gave a definite reply. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Don’t worry, it won’t be long... and this time, I intend to bring it all to a close."

A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the serpent’s head, and then it said pointedly:

"An experience like being attacked, and having to step in personally, once is enough."

"In the future, the struggle between the Abyss and the Nine Hells would be better decided in another way."