Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 44

Chapter 44 Chapter 21: The Theory of Creation

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The scene returns to Mount Othrys. After Laine returned to the Spirit Realm, the banquet officially began.

In the past, for various reasons, the deities of Chaos rarely gathered together. But taking advantage of this rare festivity, some supreme clans with conflicts set aside their disputes and sat together within the same temple.

Perhaps because they could often learn something new, Mount Othrys has been somewhat of a trendsetter over the past millennium. Regardless of whether they liked Cronus, the Divine King, the supreme-rulers of Chaos truly enjoyed his hospitality.

In the blink of an eye, three months hurried by. In this era when the earth was still barren, without the short-lived humans for comparison, the supreme-rulers’ sense of time was always vague.

At this time, a month for the supreme-rulers was even shorter than a day in later ages.

The banquet was about to end, but just as the Divine King was preparing to raise his glass, an unexpected topic sparked a heated discussion among the supreme-rulers, and it ultimately came to his attention.

The cause was simple. Just as the Divine King had once experienced, in the past millennium, Ker the supreme-ruler of Destruction had visited more than one supreme-ruler on the earth. Dwelling in the desolate Underworld, where even plants struggled to grow, this was one of his rare entertainments.

Thanks to him, the supreme-rulers all became interested in ‘Nymphs,’ a wise form of life that wasn’t divine. But because Ker claimed that they were created by Lady Nyx, they did not dare to face the majesty of the Primordial supreme-rulers, so they had to let go of the idea.

It wasn’t until today that, in full view of everyone, Laine created a monster comparable to a True supreme-ruler, that the Titan supreme-rulers finally remembered that it seemed to be after Lady Nyx’s visit to the Underworld that these beings called Nymphs came into existence.

In addition to that, since Laine held the supreme-rulerhood of Spirituality and had once received the Life Vase from Mother Earth, many deities could not help but speculate.

The supreme-rulers discussed the matter fervently at the banquet, and finally, Iapetus, the supreme-ruler of Speech and one of the two Titans with weak supreme powers, stood up first. As a supreme-ruler, he felt no sense of honor that was due to supreme-rulers. Compared to other supreme-rulers, he wished for more weak but thoughtful lives to emerge on the earth.

Happiness is always relative. It’s true for humans, and supreme-rulers are no exception.

Thus, under the watchful eyes of the supreme-rulers, Cronus listened quietly to Iapetus’s speech. The supreme-ruler of Speech hoped that the Divine King would, like Laine and Mother Night, create new life on the earth as well.

“I understand what you mean,”

“But regarding this matter, I’m not very clear either.”

Sitting on the high platform, Cronus, with eyes open, lied, “I once borrowed the Life Vase from the Mother supreme-rulerdess, but I couldn’t create life with consciousness. Perhaps the wisdom of life is different from that of plants; it might involve the authority of other realms.”

“As for how Prince Laine and Lady Nyx managed to do it, that I do not know. As supreme-rulers born at the beginning of creation, perhaps they know some secrets that I’m unaware of.”

Although Cronus had long heard from Themis about the existence of life in the Spirit Realm, he still pretended to be ignorant.

He and Themis borrowing the Life Vase was something others might not know, but the supreme-ruler of Speech and Crius, the supreme-ruler of Meteorology, were his neighbors on Mount Othrys, and they were very aware of it.

Now that Iapetus had mentioned this, it was nothing more than a desire to have him ask one of the two ancient supreme-rulers for help in the name of the Divine King.

Although Cronus also agreed with the idea of creating life, asking for help himself was absolutely out of the question.

As Cronus’s speech ended, the first generation Titans looked at one another. They made no comments, but the new generation of supreme-rulers began to talk.

Most of the new supreme-rulers had never seen Mother Earth, and what they knew about the previous era was only legend. Now hearing that the Divine King had failed at creating life, they couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

“Even the Life Vase can’t create beings?”

“Unbelievable, I thought that Mother Earth’s treasure was the source of life.”

“It’s said that the initial Vase contained a Seed of Everything, from which Mother Earth planted a Golden Apple Tree. I wonder if using a Golden Apple could create life with wisdom.”

“It seems the Divine King is only so-so. It’s said that the former Divine King had power to rival Mother Night; if he were still here, perhaps he could also create life like Lady Nyx.”

“I’ve heard my Father supreme-ruler say that when the ruler of the sky was still around, my cousin here didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly,”

“Is that so? You Mountain supreme-rulers do know quite a lot.”

“Prince Ourea is one of the rare Ancient supreme-rulers left unoppressed by Heavenly Father, so of course, he has no reservations about these matters. It would naturally be different for your Titan Deity Clan.”

His expression remained unchanged, but Cronus, hearing the discussions among the supreme-rulers drifting further off-topic, couldn’t help but feel agitated.

Glancing at the supreme-ruler of Speech from the corner of his eye, Cronus decided that since you are so interested in the creation of life, then you should be the one to face Laine.

“Ahem”

Clearing his throat, Cronus drew all the supreme-rulers’ attention. He looked at Iapetus, a warm smile on his face, and said:

“Iapetus, the supreme-ruler who governs Speech, when it comes to endowing creations with wisdom, perhaps the respected Lord of the Spirit Realm is indeed more knowledgeable.”

“Since you brought this matter up, my brother, I will entrust you to handle it.”

“In the name of the Divine King, I commission you to visit Lord Laine and request his presence in the creation of life together. If such a feat could be accomplished, I believe the supreme-rulers will remember your contribution.”

“But Your Majesty”

No sooner had the Divine King finished speaking than Iapetus’s face changed.

The battle three months ago was still fresh in his mind, he couldn’t even defeat the creatures newly made by Laine, and he certainly didn’t want to venture into the Underworld.

But obviously, since someone had stepped forward, the supreme-rulers were not going to give him a chance to refuse.

“I think Divine King His Majesty makes a good point,” Oceanus was the first to speak up.

Perhaps because of Cronus’s increasingly prominent Divine Authority, the Ocean Deity Sovereign used a respectful title this time.

“Isn’t the duty of [Speech] to be used here, my brother? I believe you can persuade him.”

“If conscious life could spread across the land, I hope you’ll remember to add some new life to the sea as well.”

“Yes,” Nereus, son of Pontus and friendly to the sea, also chimed in: “The near sea should also have life. If you can accomplish this task, my father will also appreciate your achievement.”

With the Sea supreme-rulers speaking in turn, the other supreme-rulers began to discuss. In the end, under the gaze of all, Iapetus accepted the task.

The feast that was meant to end was postponed. The supreme-rulers watched the supreme-ruler of Speech depart for the Underworld, waiting for the results he would bring.

Although they were not very sure what creating life would cost, if it wasn’t too difficult, they didn’t think Laine would reject the request of so many deities.

But while Laine might not refuse, whether the person who went to make the request would be remembered by the Lord of the Spirit Realm wasn’t their concern.

Even the Ocean Deity Sovereign, after learning that Atlas and his relations with his father and brothers were mediocre, stopped paying much attention to this brother.

After all, the duty of [Speech] was just too weak.