Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 64

Chapter 64 Chapter 41 Punishment

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Before Laine stepped out of the Land of Eternal Night, the concentration of the supreme-ruler of West Wind’s spirit was unprecedented.

Ripples spread through the stillness of the Land of Eternal Night that had lasted for hundreds of years; a sign that someone emerged from within. But no one knew who it might be.

Perhaps a woman in a black dress, or just a nymph fairy.

Under the tense watch of Zephyrus, a ripple flashed by, and Laine and Hypnos emerged one after the other.

The disturbance of the night began to subside, and after waiting a while longer, ensuring that no third person was coming, the supreme-ruler of West Wind finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, he had been considering, had he been caught by the Lady of Night, how long he would insist before giving up the existence of the Divine King. In fact, this thought had crossed his mind many times over the past few hundred years. Fortunately, reality never granted him the opportunity to make that choice.

“The Lord of the Spirit Realm has returned, so I can also report back to the Divine King first. But that supreme-ruler by his side, why have I never seen him before?”

While somewhat puzzled, Zephyrus quickly thought of the supreme-rulerdess of the Nether Moon, whose origin was unknown, and the Weaver of Stars who had appeared in the stellar sky.

No matter the stranger’s origin, all he needed to do was wait for Laine to return to the Spirit Realm, then report to the Divine King.

The position of Leader of the Wind supreme-rulers seemed within reach, and Zephyrus was getting impatient.

“Hmm? What’s that sound?”

Suddenly, the supreme-ruler of West Wind felt his spirit become fuzzy. In the haze, he seemed to see a grey feather falling from the void.

He should have been vigilant, but at some point, his thoughts had slowed. A pleasant melody rose to his ears, and Zephyrus’s eyes gradually closed.

The intangible wind returned to its original form as the supreme-ruler of West Wind collapsed to the ground. In a face-to-face encounter, this True supreme-ruler with weak supreme power silently lost his resistance.

By Laine’s side, Hypnos put his flute away.

Just then, the melodious lullaby had been played slowly, and the power of sleep spread in all directions with the sound.

The Sun supreme-ruler Apollo of later generations also possessed a lyre, with which he could play tunes capable of bewitching deities. But in the hands of the true supreme-ruler of Sleep, compared to the lyre Hermes gave to Apollo, his flute was undoubtedly more potent.

Accompanied by the melodious tune, Hypnos gently shook his wings. On his pale grey wings, feathers of illusion silently fell and merged into the void.

The music was ‘Sleep,’ the feathers were ‘Dreams,’ with no forewarning, Zephyrus in the sky only felt a wave of drowsiness before losing consciousness in relaxation.

If his spirit had been on edge, ever vigilant, the power of the supreme-ruler of Sleep would have been greatly diminished. But clearly, the supreme-ruler of West Wind never suspected that he would be discovered, nor had he understood the power of sleep and dreams. Thus, without any resistance, he was easily subdued by Hypnos.

“Father supreme-ruler, how do you plan to punish him?”

Flying into the sky, seizing Zephyrus, who turned back to his true form in dreams, Hypnos asked respectfully.

Like him, the wind supreme-ruler also had a pair of wings on his back, though they seemed somewhat short. In Chaos World, supreme-rulers with wings were rare but still numerous, and they were also considered part of the mainstream deities.

“supreme-ruler of West Wind…”

Looking at the unconscious Zephyrus before him, Laine felt hesitant. He had intended to take him to the Spirit Realm and seal the immortal supreme-ruler, but then he dismissed the idea.

To seal a True supreme-ruler required a constant consumption of power to counteract the Divine Power he obtained from his supreme-rulerhood. Although this was nothing for the Spirit Realm, it was also meaningless.

As long as a supreme-ruler could not be killed, Laine believed that any purely physical punishment was insignificant.

“Some supreme-rulers have the supreme-ruler of Punishment hold up the sky for eternity, some make him push a massive rock, in eternal recurrence, without end.”

Having made his decision, Laine reached out and gently touched Zephyrus’s forehead.

“Since you like to pry so much…”

“As a punishment, you will become the most clumsy of voyeurs.”

The authority flashed, and the Wisdom of the supreme-ruler of the West Wind was lacking a corner out of nowhere. Although he could still think, any idea that originated from him would have flaws.

At the same time, an indeterminate fate silently enveloped Zephyrus. In the obscurity, a subtle change had taken place.

From that moment on, whenever the supreme-ruler of the West Wind tried to hide, he would inevitably reveal a flaw due to inadequate consideration. And even if the flaw went unnoticed, all his actions would lead to an unknown outcome under the dictates of fate.

If the original outcome was bad, it would not change. If the original outcome was good, it would start all over again.

To the side, the observing Hypnos retracted his wings, silently watching this scene. His expression remained respectful but inwardly, he felt a chill.

For an Evil supreme-ruler with inherently diluted emotions, physical punishments did not concern him. Compared to that, these methods affecting Wisdom and fate were far more intimidating.

“Let’s go.”

Leaving Zephyrus on the ground, Laine paid no further attention. He swiped through the air in front of him, a silvery gate of light emerged, and he stepped in, with Hypnos hurrying after him.

The supreme-rulers had always thought the Nether Moon was the entrance to the Spirit Realm, which is why the Divine King sent the Wind supreme-rulers to watch over the Underworld, but in fact, at most, the Nether Moon could be considered the front door.

Throughout the entire Chaos World, any place covered by the Spirit Realm could be used to directly enter or exit the realm. But since Laine had never opened access to and from the Spirit Realm in the current world, no supreme-ruler had ever discovered this.

Within a few steps, Laine had passed through three layers of spatial barriers. Mount Sinai was ‘not far away’, but on the third layer of the Spirit Realm, Laine halted.

Up until a few hundred years ago, everything beyond the third layer of the Spirit Realm was devoid of concrete things. Space-time was in such disarray that life had no foundation to exist, with only the Spirit Realm’s angels passing by occasionally.

But at this moment, where Laine stood was different. On the surface, they seemed to be standing in the sky next to a small hillock.

Seeing Laine stop, Hypnos also halted. He looked around the environment; the space here was quite narrow, totaling less than a hundred miles in range. A few humans were living in the distance, while on the hillock, a holy figure radiating light was talking to a mortal on the ground.

“This is the third layer of the Spirit Realm, where you will make your new home.”

Slowly revealing his arrangements, Laine did not intend to take Hypnos to his Divine Palace.

In fact, had it not been for Nyx’s visit, Laine himself would have had to cultivate a True supreme-ruler to oversee dreams. But now that there was one ready-made, he set aside his original plans.

Now that Hypnos had come into being, it was time for him to start working. Although he had only been in existence for one day, he was, after all, a supreme-ruler, and Laine thought he wouldn’t mind.