Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 1195 - 512: Original Sin

The edge of the Underworld is also the edge of the material world.

Everything perceivable by mortals turns into nothing within an inch, half-threat and half-curiosity, Clotho cautiously steps outside with a small step.

Theoretically, such actions should be forbidden.

Just as the Divine King’s Strength would weaken when moving away from the world itself, the Law silently reminds these special beings not to venture where His power is lacking.

Thus, the Fates were prepared for failure, as from a certain perspective, her immutable nature imposes more restrictions than the frequently displaced Divine King.

But until she took a few steps, as if walking normally on the Earth.

The expected feedback not only didn’t arrive, but she herself felt much lighter.

The pressure of fate diminished, or rather, a layer had come between them.

In surprise, Clotho turned to look at the intertwining Darkness and night behind her.

Despite having no evidence, intuition told her. Being able to easily walk out of the world, it must be related to one or the other of these two.

After all, within Chaos, even hiding in the Time Domain cannot conceal the influence of fate’s Strength, only the Primordial Gods may be an exception.

This is not due to a disparity in Strength but from some perhaps existent, perhaps nonexistent unique permissions.

Just as over thousands of years, the special nature of the Abyss and Mother Earth has long been manifest, Nyx’s triple aspect is also distinct.

And about these matters, even Clotho knows little.

"Eh?"

"Why is this... So, am I free now?"

Clotho asked softly, somewhat happily.

"You can say so, but it’s only temporary, it may allow you to go a little further."

"Of course, any further distance still has a limit."

"If you truly attempt to leave the ’existence’ of Chaos’ range, you will eventually fail."

"Unless... you follow me through this journey, perhaps then the root of the problem can be completely solved."

Step—

Laine also took a step forward, even without any Transcendent manifestation, he still stood steadily in the Void.

At the same time, a sense of weakness surged from within him, it was the Sacred Power from the embodiment of malevolence flowing away.

Not only that, perhaps because that tacit connection itself also possesses an overwhelming exclusivity.

At this moment, Laine could clearly feel that all powers around his body connected to ’Transcendent’ were fading, leaving only that almost ’wish-fulfilling’ Strength beginning to rise.

At the current rate, if he continues forward, he might become indistinguishable from a true mortal before reaching his destination, becoming tired, thirsty, and hurt.

For this power from the Divine connection, despite being miraculous in thousands of ways, cannot change a fundamental core.

That is, it cannot act upon Laine himself, unless he reunites with the other half of himself as one.

Eyes flickering with surprise, experiencing this feeling for the first time.

When sacred and mundane unite within the soul, a sudden realization dawns upon Laine.

Indeed... since his division is not perfect, maybe this is how he truly should be.

Smiling back, glancing at the boundary behind him, Laine then strides forward.

"Let’s go, follow me ahead."

"Where is ahead?"

"Of course, the place to solve the problem... your problem, my problem, both the same."

Looking up afar, at the edge covered by Chaos’ Strength, near the interface fragments where Hermes and Zeus’ avatars were originally.

Despite not much time has passed, and the distance to this place is extremely far.

But as Laine gazes, under his very special divine Strength, he could still see the scene there.

Not just a single interface fragment, but a cluster of various sizes.

They converge together, vaguely connected to each other.

Dim and dark light and shadow envelop the exterior, seemingly foretelling the unending disasters inside.

Even without entering, Laine could guess.

The survivors living there likely aren’t faring well, and the ones arriving earlier within Chaos’ range, perhaps in worse condition.

For the bigger the fragment, the longer it takes to drag along.

Conversely, being more of the interface’s main body, their internal environment must be more stable, more suitable for survival.

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