Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

"It was the Sea Emperor\'s personal action."

In her words, nothing was revealed, and Zeus obviously did not admit it was his intention, but Thaesis did not care.

"Whether it was your intention or not, it makes no difference. Once the floodwaters recede..."

Looking at Zeus, the goddess said indifferently:

"We want the faith of the next generation of humans."

Boom——

The gods were visibly startled, their presences clashing thunderously. The originally calm situation intensified, but Thaesis revealed a smile instead.

"The secrets you hide may not be as concealed as you imagine, and there are more Titans than just the two of us."

Glancing at the sky, the goddess said with a smile:

"Share the faith with us, or let the ocean become solely our domain, choose one. As long as you can achieve one, all past matters will be left in the past. We will not dwell on this \'accident.\'"

...

Underworld, Hades\' Temple.

The fall of Hypnos was not limited to the Mortal Realm; even from the heart of the Fields of Truth, Hades still witnessed this peculiar sight.

But Hades did not care much, or rather, he did not care much about many things in the Mortal Realm anymore.

The Mortal Realm belonged to the gods; the Underworld was his own. Although there were two goddess neighbors who were not easy to deal with, they never interfered with affairs here, which made no difference to Hades as if they did not exist.

So, withdrawing his gaze from the falling star, Hades asked the Naiad by his side:

"Minta, are those wraiths willing to heed my commands yet?"

"Some have finally agreed, but others are unwilling. In my opinion, Your Majesty, you should deal with those fellows directly."

After responding to her monarch, Minta immediately said with murderous intent.

Some lowly creatures actually dared to haggle in the presence of the Principal God of the Underworld, they were truly courting death.

\'Forget it, Minta... Those who are unwilling, let them leave. Even those who stay may not be very loyal to me,\' Hades mused, shaking his head.

Hades knew that truly loyal subordinates needed to be cultivated personally.

"Let them take over the handling of the human corpses afterward; that\'s what Zeus promised me. With them, the embryo of the Undead Kingdom can be established, and everything can get on the right track. However," Hades reflected, "I still need a Queen of the Underworld."

With some distress, Hades decided to visit the surface later to see, for the Underworld indeed required a proper mistress of Godhood to rejuvenate the realm. However, amidst his thoughts, he did not notice the shifting emotions in his servant\'s eyes.

Or perhaps he did notice but wouldn\'t care, for Hades felt little for affairs of love, and would naturally not pay attention to trivial matters.

"Go, the waters in the Mortal Realm will recede in nine days and nights, and you will be busy then."

With a gentle wave of his hand, Hades turned and walked back to his palace.

There was much to consider about the Undead Kingdom, the most basic being the form of governance.

Humans needed to eat, to enjoy; wraiths did not. How to build a reasonable promotion system and establish rules accepted by the wraiths was an urgent matter.

Only by integrating the order he established with the new kingdom and by getting the wraiths to spontaneously recognize this operational system could he gain faith in an alternative way. Over the years, Hades had developed some ideas, but there was still a long and heavy road ahead to perfect them.

...

The morning star fell, trailing a long mark between heaven and earth. The Abyss could not hinder it; rather, Tartarus did not stop any life wishing to enter.

Traveling amidst Chaos, Hypnos unexpectedly found that the scenery within the Abyss was not as empty as he had imagined.

Matter had already begun to emerge, and even basic concepts of space were taking shape. A multilevel structure, similar to that of the Spirit Realm, was slowly evolving at the core of this world beyond worlds, a sight quite contrary to the God of Sleep\'s previous understanding.

Until, at one moment, at the core of the Abyss, he glimpsed the indescribable true face of the Mother of Demons. She was about to awaken; maybe in the next second or perhaps centuries later, but to a deity, it all seemed incredibly brief. Yet, for the star that passed by, none of this mattered.

For, compared to the very fact that living native creatures existed within the Abyss, Hypnos was first struck by the sheer ugliness.

Fortunately, the fall of the God of Sleep did not cease due to the staff\'s influence. Just in a flash, he again traversed a layer of the space-time barrier. But this time, he seemed to have arrived at a place similar to the material world.

Boom——

Radiance streaked across the sky and slammed fiercely into the earth, creating a massive crater. Lying on his back at the center of the crater, Hypnos was motionless, akin to death.

The upheavals of the day in just a short half were too intense, so intense that even the God of Sleep felt a desire to sleep endlessly. He closed his eyes and rested for a while; after some time had passed and he regained some strength, he reopened his eyes.

"So this is \'The Bottom of the Worlds\', not as frightful as I had imagined."

Sitting up, beneath Hypnos, the staff that had once locked away his Divine Power did not continue to cling to him. It had fulfilled its role, standing upright in the crater, radiating green light.

The Divine Blood left by Hypnos when he was impaled was being absorbed slowly; the staff seemed to be revived with a different vitality, greedily drawing power from its surroundings in this unfamiliar place. However, the God of Sleep only glanced at it once, without paying it more attention.