Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

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But no matter who he was, he couldn’t possibly affect the outcome of the struggle between the two realms. So at this juncture, the Ancient Serpent didn’t pay any attention to his emotions.

If he escaped in time, then he could consider himself lucky. If he remained there once the conflict between the realms was over...

Hell might not do much to him, after all, even a temporary victory by the Nine Hells would not justify entering a region still shrouded in the power of the Abyss for the sake of one unknown deity. But the Demon Gods would be a different matter.

By that time, whether he could leave or not, only Heaven would know.

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Far from the center of the Abyss, in the chaos-colored void, layers lie scattered like stars across a chessboard.

Some are large, some small, and each radiate differently colored lights. It’s as if they correspond with the sky above, forming a ’starry sky’ below all worlds.

"The Abyss is truly a wondrous place."

"Before today, I had no idea there existed such a world beyond the present one."

Standing in a dark red world, Helios felt some emotion.

After a long journey, the God of Sun had found his previous understanding of this place to be somewhat mistaken. Inside Tartarus, those overlapping layers were not merely arranged according to the spatial concept of ’up’ and ’down’; even on the same plane, there seemed to be more than one layer.

At this moment, he was in another layer, entwined with flames. This was the seventh layer he’d come across following the direction of the noise, and also, the one that seemed weakest in power.

Yes, even if the layers on the same ’plane’ appeared to have similar characteristics, like being covered in lava and fire, their strength varied greatly. Apart from that first layer at the ’center’ which was the most powerful, the outer ones had much less, without any discernible pattern.

Some were stronger, some weaker, seemingly randomly derived. So to describe his position more accurately, the God of Sun simply tagged them with numbers.

Since he was in the 303rd layer down from the ’top’, and this was the seventh layer he had encountered, he named it the 303-7th Abyssal Plane.

At the moment, Helios was inside it. He had decided not to go any further, as the closer he got, the more voices he faintly heard from that direction, letting the God of Sun sense that something was not quite right.

Where was this place? It was inside the body of Primordial God Tartarus, the core beyond the world. Any ’voices’ that could transmit from here must be the result of deity-level power.

And the noises coming from that direction didn’t seem to be made by one individual. Helios even had a premonition that it might be a battle.

A battle in the Abyss... this was not an amusing prospect. So the Sun chose to temporarily stop here, also taking advantage of the existence of the 303-7th layer to conceal his traces.

He planned to stay for a while, ideally waiting for the commotion in the distance to cease for a moment, then approach covertly to see what exactly had happened there.

As for retreating directly, it was something Helios hadn’t considered. Even nowadays, the undying Chaotic Gods were often very ’rash’. It was precisely because this was the Abyss that the God of Sun might not have chosen to wait here.

However, that was what he initially thought, but when Helios truly entered the 303-7th layer of the Abyss, his previous plan was instantly overturned. Because the God of Sun suddenly realized that the smoke formed by the burning flames here had created a massive illusion that seemed to reflect an occurrence from somewhere else.

It was not from an objective perspective, but rather a subjective view of a lifeform. Helios could even see the non-human-like arms of the perspective’s owner and a huge Chain Sword that looked like a Divine Artifact.

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It seemed to be in a place that was extremely similar to the material realm, except there were no Sun and Moon, and it was exceedingly desolate. Following the viewpoint of this unknown life form, Helios also saw more than one distinctly different life form, and even across the vast distances of space, he could feel the powerful forces transmitted through the vision.

Each one was no less powerful than he was, some even more so, and yet the Sun God had never seen them before... But this was not the reason for his astonishment.

After all, it was just a vision, and no one knew where it was occurring or whether it was real. But when he saw a familiar figure, Helios was completely certain that the place shown in the vision was still the Abyss.

Because that figure, who summoned storms, was all too familiar to him. Although it seemed to have undergone some changes, it was not enough to prevent the Sun God from recognizing it.

The God of Meteorology, Crius, a prisoner confined to the Abyss by King Zeus, was at this moment in battle—or perhaps a siege—with the owner of this perspective.

His divine body was severely damaged, and even the recovery had slowed down. When he had previously been imprisoned in the Sun, Helios had seen him being beaten severely by his own Father God, but even during those most dangerous moments, the God of Meteorology had never looked so disheveled.

"So, due to some spatial-temporal miracle that I do not yet understand, a distant scene has been reflected here?"

"It seems understandable, after all, the master of this perspective is emanating a flame of destruction, perhaps the entire 303rd layer of the Abyss is somehow connected to it."

Making a judgment effortlessly, Helios quickly accepted this outcome. However, what followed was a sigh of relief for his caution.

"Incredible, the Abyss has actually given birth to native deities... if they truly are deities."

"Perhaps the gods of the Abyss are just like that, after all, the world beyond is always different from the material world, it’s understandable if they turned out this way. But looking at it this way—maybe the Father God wasn’t joking, and the Hekatonkheires really aren’t the offspring of the Heavenly Father?" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

A strange thought arose and was then suppressed by Helios.

It was just speculation, after all, even the Primordial Sea God could give birth to an oddity like the ’Father of Monsters’; under the watch of the former Heavenly Father, Mother Earth should not have borne offspring with the irrational Abyss.

Nevertheless, today’s discovery could literally shake all the gods of the material world; life existed even in the Abyss they considered a prison, and they were even besieging the deities imprisoned here.

Whether it was solely directed at the God of Meteorology or equally against all the gods of the material world, Helios had yet to ascertain. But his choice to stop here was no doubt the right one.

Perhaps soon, another entity capable of influencing the situation would emerge in the material world... The good news is, that’s a headache for King Zeus. The bad news is, they don’t have brains, and they seem to fight with a reckless abandon.

"This world is still too mysterious, like the mysterious person who once briefly fought with the Goddess of Hearthfire during the great flood and claimed to come from Hell... Unfortunately, I neither have a way to contact these unknown strong beings, nor dare I seek their allegiance."

Shaking his head, Helios was now sure that the location from where the previous disturbance emanated was probably this battlefield. With that in mind, there was no need for him to continue forward.

Gaia was probably not here, and besides, this place was too dangerous. Death was not an outcome, but being trapped here was not an interesting prospect.

With this thought, the inclination to retreat began to rise in Helios’s heart...

"Hm?"

His spirit suddenly invigorated, the Sun God noticed that the situation reflected in the vision seemed to have changed.

Although he couldn’t hear any sounds or feel a clearer presence, Crius clearly exhibited a look of surprise amidst the siege.