Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 130 - Chapter 130: Chapter 100 Weaving Method

Chapter 130: Chapter 100 Weaving Method

In the Abyss, a new realm was being established, but unlike Laine, Cronus neither needed to create life nor to forge new laws.

He was simply using pure power that had gathered when new deities were being nurtured with the help of the Abyss to carve out nine new layers of space.

Even so, because the force of Order and the power bestowed by Laine were not energies he had controlled for long, Cronus’s world-building was slower compared to the initial Spirit Realm.

While he was shaping this new domain, progress in the outside world did not stop.

At this moment, in the outer world.

The world in the Abyss and the present world were different, just as the early Spirit Realm had been, where chaos caused a disruption in the flow of time. With Laine, who had once been exposed to the Chaotic Source Force, meddling, this disturbance was directed to elongate rather than to shorten.

Therefore, although a considerable amount of time seemed to have passed in Tartarus, only a brief while had gone by in the outside world.

At the center of the continent, dust arose for miles where the Mount of the Gods had fallen. In the midst of this haze, a force split into three; one drifted towards Mount Olympus, another was intercepted by the ‘Divine King’ and bestowed across space to fortify the axial position of the Spirit Realm, augmenting the symbolic power of Mount Sinai, and the last wandered aimlessly, as if waiting for a being capable of sustaining it.

With the original Mount of the Gods gone, The Sky began to sway. The sole Mount Olympus located in the Eastern Region was not enough to maintain stability, so although the skies in the east were held aloft by the new Mount of the Gods, those in the west began to descend slowly.

Of course, Mount Othrys was no Mount Zhou from the eastern mythologies of later generations; its importance was not as high. Thus, even without a new support, the heavens and the earth would not collapse into each other, bringing about the destruction of all things.

It would merely descend for nine days and nights, then rest upon the body of Mother Earth, just as in the dawn of creation.

At this moment, at the heart of the continent, the two Ancient Gods causing all this upheaval were wholly unconcerned with the changes in the sky. Their colossal forms colliding with the earthy glow shook the boundless land. Ravines formed, mountains crumbled, rivers were severed, the earth reshaped, and watercourses rerouted.

Far off above the East Sea, the blue-clad Hecate, holding the Book of All Laws, listened to the thunderous noises coming from the distant horizon. Though not on site, she could guess what was happening there.

The Divine King, that she had once duped with her concocted potion, was exhibiting a level of power beyond her imagination.

“Tablet, tablet, is that really the Divine King? I can’t believe he’s so formidable. I think Golden Mane might not be much of a match.”

“If the Divine King deals with them, will he come looking for me?”

Before, Hecate hadn’t taken the matters of the Divine King to heart mainly because she felt his strength, though considerable, was within an acceptable range. After all, even though he had defeated the God of the Ocean and his spouse, he hadn’t done so with absolute superiority.

But considering the current situation, she believed that the God of the Ocean couple, on whom she had pinned high hopes, would be crushed by his single hand.

This made Hecate start to worry, so she hastily consulted her ultimate backer to see if they could withstand it. If they couldn’t, she would need to grab her things and flee in haste.

Work could wait, but if she were caught and thrown into the Abyss, it would be a dire predicament.

[Do not worry, his current state won’t last long.]

[Focus more on the Magic Net for now.]

This time, Hecate distinctly noticed that the tablet was slow to respond. However, she didn’t think much of it, assuming that it was also silently assessing the Divine King’s suddenly revealed formidable prowess.

What a devious creature, possessing such strength, he could have captured Golden Mane long ago, yet he stayed hidden!

“Well then, don’t lie to me. Otherwise, if he comes knocking, I’ll say you tricked me into it~”

She joked casually then asked,

“Should I take care of that guy on the side? He’s been stealthily following me for a while now, acting as though I haven’t noticed him.”

Her gaze flicked sideways. On a small island thousands of miles away, there was a being with the upper body of a human and a lower body of a horse, secretly watching.

Although he didn’t seem very serious, compared to the strange and bizarre sea monsters, Hecate was barely willing to recognize him as a normal life form. However, her senses told her he was peculiar.

He possessed Divinity, something innate to him, not granted by others. He also had a near-godly physique, but like Hecate, she sensed no Godhood in him.

Furthermore, he lacked even the immortality fundamental to gods, proving that he was mortal.

Such beings, uncertain if they were gods or not, were even more scorned by other deities than territorial gods.

“[It’s up to you, but the other party didn’t offend you, did they?”]

“[Perhaps he was simply attracted by the knowledge you’ve displayed. Once the Magic Net is completed, maybe he can become one of your followers, even the first user of the Magic Net.]

“Fine, let’s just leave him be.”

With a slight nod, Hecate accepted this reasoning. She hadn’t planned on killing the other party over such a small matter. However, she was still somewhat curious about the state of that half-human, half-horse life form.

“He is not a god, right? He doesn’t seem like a sea monster either, but he is naturally divine. How can this be?”

“[As the world tends toward perfection, It no longer desperately needs a multitude of immortal deities.]

“[This centaur indeed descends from gods, but he, himself, is just a demigod.]

Nodding thoughtfully, Hecate continued to inquire:

“Centaur, a descriptive name. A god begetting a demigod with another god? Seems more pitiful than my own beginnings. So, who are his parents? Did they also fear ‘worldly punishment’ and thus cast him out?”

Perhaps because of a potentially similar experience, Hecate began to take a liking to this half-man, half-horse life form. If he were sensible, it wouldn’t be bad to take him in as a subordinate.

Although Selene was also considered her ‘apprentice,’ she was, after all, a friend, and Hecate couldn’t simply order her around. But this centaur was different.

This time, though, even as she asked her question, no writing appeared on the Tome of All Spells.

“Hmph, if you won’t tell, don’t. I’ll just ask him myself when the time comes.”

Realizing the slate’s intentional concealment, Hecate huffed lightly, but on her current blue-haired, blue-dressed self, it hardly seemed intimidating.

The disturbance in the distant horizon grew more intense. Hecate could vaguely make out that the sun in the sky had also grown larger somehow.

But this did not affect her. The time was almost upon her, and opening the Divine Artifact in her hands, a look of solemnity crept over the gentle visage of blue-robed Hecate for the first time.

When her expression became serious, coupled with her altered appearance, she truly exuded a sense of profound depth and transcendence from the world.

“Today is the day I become a deity.”

In a quiet whisper, the next moment, silvery flames drifted from Hecate’s body, and the curled Magic Net slowly unfolded, stretching across hundreds of miles in an instant.

As the embryonic Magic Net opened up, guided by the Tome of All Spells, countless invisible strands materialized from the void and surged crazily toward the great net. They were ignited by the silver fire and then merged with it as one.

Hecate could vaguely sense a vast and limitless consciousness descending around her, connecting with the Magic Net’s embryonic form.

It was the Spirit Realm, which she had encountered more than once. In the past, she felt like a person walking the earth, aware of its vastness but never truly knowing its expanse.

But now, as the will of the Spirit Realm descended willingly, Hecate finally felt the awe of facing this grandeur.

Being but a mayfly in the vast cosmos, a mere grain in the vast sea, was probably no different than this.

“Born from patterns, succeed through likening—”

Regaining composure, raising the Divine Artifact high, Hecate seemed spiritually cleansed but quickly returned to the present moment. At this time, she could feel that every place covered by the Spirit Realm was vividly clear at the bottom of her heart.

So, she smiled and once again announced her arrival to the world.

“Witnessed by the great Ancient Spirit World, I am the master of the Magic Net, the source of all spells!”

In the starry sky, a special star shone brightly, illuminating the surrounding areas. Wherever the Spirit Realm reached within the world, endless threads wove into a net.

Silver fire filled the heavens, and almost in an instant, it spread from a tiny cluster along the invisible tracks laid by the Spirit Realm’s power, igniting the sky, the ocean, and the land.

At the same time, as the Spirit Realm’s power poured in, new divine aspects and laws descended upon Hecate. The present world responded in kind, and, as if witnessing a divine phenomenon, an invisible wave swept across the world; all deities knew that a new True God had been born above the East Sea.

But only a few knew that this was not just a divine birth, for this deity had already been born once before.

Master of the Magic Net, Hecate!

The next moment, the new god’s great name shook the Source Sea, and the bridge between the Spirit Realm and the present world appeared. Under the subtle protection of the Divine Authority, in this crucial moment of an epochal turnover, the original Magic Net was finally completed.

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