Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 637 - 213: Twin Kings_2
"The Abyss..."
He muttered the name under his breath, hesitating for a moment. Although instinctively a bit repulsed, Zeus set out once again.
It wasn’t that he decided to pursue the mastermind behind Keto because of something Poseidon said. Rather, he left on his own accord to give the gods some ’slack’ and, incidentally, to avoid trouble. But that didn’t mean Zeus lost interest in discovering who that entity was.
That familiar feeling, he had definitely encountered them before. Though he couldn’t remember where he had seen them, he still wanted to find out.
Suddenly, his figure shifted, and as the surrounding environment gradually distorted, an existent, yet non-existent, winding portal appeared before Zeus.
Tartarus, a place he had entered before he became the Divine King. Back then, he was still striving to overthrow his own father.
Standing once again at its threshold today, Zeus keenly felt how things had changed.
"...Come, let me see who you really are."
Taking a deep breath, Zeus stepped forward.
Soon, with a distortion of time and space, his figure was no longer under the Underworld’s sky.
...
"Hmm?"
In the depths of Hell, on a high mountain range, within a continuous stretch of palaces, Asmodeus just withdrew the power he had extended. Stay updated with novelbuddy
This power residing in Keto didn’t function to substitute fights but only declared its presence when facing beings of the same level. Thus, it swiftly returned to the Abyss after making its existence felt.
However, unlike what Zeus believed, as once said, when the Demon Gods were born in Tartarus, the timespace of the Nine Hells rose up within the Abyss.
So, in reality, he didn’t traverse the Abyss’s gate, but the moment he entered the Underworld, he was already back here.
"Have you followed me here... leaving at this time? Just as I suspected, you also want to stir up conflict?"
"This timing, this somewhat premature preparation, the abnormal fluctuations of the World Power, and that Goddess of Life... so you’ve reached an agreement with Darkness, aiming to fully unify the present world through this opportunity?"
Asmodeus slightly lifted his hand, catching strands of dark power in his open palm.
This was the power entrenched in the soul of the Silver Generation by Erebus, which later became spoils of war for the Nine Hells, granting the Demons Clan power over the shadows.
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Thinking about this power, recalling his cooperation with Gaia, the Lord of Darkness, and considering Zeus’s personality...
"What can I say other than everyone has their own schemes?"
Clenching his hand, Asmodeus extinguished the strand of power and turned to look around his abode.
Different from the Central Court’s floating island in the fifth layer of Hell, the ninth layer of Purgatory closely resembled the mortal realm.
The construction of Hell originated from the Order in Chaos, and naturally, the ninth layer was the most orderly among them.
Even from a mortal’s perspective, they might not discern the difference between this place and the outside world, thinking they were still in the mortal realm and not a lower world filled with blood and fire.
The ninth layer of Hell, Cronoia, if the old Titans Deities were here, they would perhaps be startled to find how similar these towering mountains and the yet uncollapsed Mount Othrys were, and how the cluster of buildings at the mountain top hardly differed from those of the past.
"Do you miss the past that much, or is it, perhaps, the reason you incite conflicts in the mortal realm?"
The voice came from far across the depths of space and time, and Asmodeus was not surprised by the Ancient Serpent’s belated inquiry.
When he learned that the orders received by Keto had been changed, he knew the other party would come asking.
And his response had been prepared in that very moment.
"It’s nostalgia indeed, but I do not miss the place per se. In fact, I only miss that version of myself, fervent in spirit, with my wife by my side, protected by loyal guards."
"This is why I want to return, and why I must shatter the Divine Court and seek revenge against Zeus and fate. But what about you? Why do you seek to halt this contradiction? In reality, you have no reason to stop me, and Zeus is not a match for me now. Even if he wielded greater power, as the Divine King, his authority is constrained by the mortal world. So why halt his attempt to stir up internal strife in his own Divine Court, or even directly order Keto?"
His expression was calm, although completely unaware of Hemenu’s world, Asmodeus still made the most precise judgment.
"You are entangled, and you’ve encountered unexpected events."
"Due to the former, you can no longer sit aloft and watch the world change, because as the most crucial point, your power has been limited; due to the latter, you had to order Keto, as there wasn’t enough time to think, and you could find no better candidate to complete your task."
"So you see an opportunity?"
His voice was serene; the Ancient Serpent did not appear angered.
Asmodeus was not his subordinate, a fact long known. So, the other’s choice was unexpected yet within reason.
"Yes, this is the best opportunity."
"The war between Hell and the Abyss is destined to continue for endless years, for the world is expanding. As the core of Chaos, Tartarus’s power is being consumed by me, but it is also growing in itself."
"Only in the Mortal Realm, where Zeus seeks to stir up conflict, even threatening your arrangement—you’re unable to use full strength, but here I am, aren’t I?"
"Rather than paying a price in the future to oppose Zeus together, isn’t it better now? Look, no matter what, at least for now, our interests in the Mortal Realm align."
Stretching out his hand, Asmodeus drew a sickle from the Void.
It looked very much like the one he had before, but even more refined and splendid.
The Lord of the Nine Hells stepped forward, coming before the gates of the Abyss outside Hell.
"This is as far as you go, Zeus..."
He chuckled softly, then swung the sickle.
