Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 669 - 233 Wind and Wilderness_2

Even if that would mean "dying" once again, that was an acceptable price to pay. Last time he was resurrected, La had successfully fused with the power of Amon, and as long as he could achieve ultimate victory, La did not mind doing it all over again, then assimilating the departure of the Outer God as another part of himself.

But now there was a problem with the plan, Isis was still in the Mortal Realm. She had taken the side of the Outer God, and with her help, stoking the flames strategy was just slow suicide.

"Your Majesty, what did you say, isn’t Isis already dead? Why did you suddenly bring her up?"

With a forced smile, a stronger sense of panic surged in Shu’s heart on La’s left side.

Isis, the traitor, what does that mean... Actually, he already had a guess in his mind, but Shu still looked up at the figure with the head of an eagle and the body of a man in the Celestial Sphere, seeking some comfort.

Even if it were as he feared, it shouldn’t have anything to do with him... However, La did not look at him and only a look of regret flashed in his eyes.

"Nut, Set, and Tefnut, you will all strike together, bring down torrential rain and sandstorms, and drive all life in the sky, letting the morning star fall towards the Mortal Realm."

"Thoth, you have inherited Isis’s position, so it will be up to you to deal with her interference. Try to reduce the chances of her meddling, then create as much death as possible to prepare for the next step. Rest assured, without Isis, the Outer God will have to personally protect those mortals from the Alien Realm…"

"—Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

Interrupting La’s words, disregarding past dignity, Shu asked loudly, "Do you mean Isis is still alive? But you said without her, the Outer God will have to personally protect those mortals—"

"So what is He going to do now, target the Pharaoh’s dynasty in the Mortal Realm?"

"..."

A moment of silence, with no answer, La also did not know what to say. But soon enough, he would not have to say anything.

Because just above the world, atop the surface of the Primordial Water, a vast shadow had already engulfed the chessboard.

...

The world shuddered, the Laws resonated.

When the hand of God descended from the Void, the Sea of Origin, as if foreseeing something, could not help but set off a great surge.

According to the rules of this chess game, the winner would take the loser’s authority. However, the stakes were supposed to be exchanged only after the conclusion. Even if Shu faced an early disadvantage, his Divine Authority should temporarily be used as a chip on the opponent’s table, waiting for the moment of redemption.

Yet the God did not want to wait for that day. As an outsider, His interference in the Mortal Realm could never compare to that of the indigenous deities of Hemenu.

Thus, He abandoned the chance to meddle in the Mortal Realm and instead kept it in hand, using it to prematurely claim what should be His harvest.

Whoosh—

The Primordial Water enveloping the world parted before Him, the shadow covering the world.

Above Egypt, among the nine floating pillars, the hand of God grasped the one filled with wind.

"No!"

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Finally realizing his fate, as if no longer holding any hope for luck, Shu screamed in madness.

In the impression of the Egyptian gods, he was always an elegant and steady deity, often accompanying La, conveying His decrees.

However, at this moment, he looked much like the lowest of mortals. Just like a prisoner about to face death, desperate in his struggle, yet helplessly in vain.

"Save me, La, save me, you promised—"

"—Wait, I am willing to surrender, I am willing to be loyal to you, spare me, spare me!"

Crack—

A light sound, the breaking of the Divine Pillar, and the dissolution of the Law.

Under the rules constituted by the forces of both worlds, nothing could be changed.

The origin of wind and atmosphere was extracted and fell into the palm of God.

In an instant, the very foundation of Hemenu’s world trembled slightly, as though a complete house had one of its walls removed.

While it still stood, it no longer seemed as solid.

"Ah—"

Shu’s "ka" and "ba" were extracted, the parts belonging to "spirit" were merged into one by the supreme authority.

During this process, Hemenu’s scattered and disordered essence of Spirituality was analyzed, reassembled, sublimated, dissolved.

As if enduring the agony of a thousand cuts, the pain that reached the consciousness made him feel even death would be too kind a wish. But clearly, all this did not shift for the will of Shu; this erosion continued.

Until a certain moment, when his consciousness was on the brink of collapse, the pain gradually faded away. Shu knew that his life was coming to an end...

Opening his consciousness as if opening his ’eyes,’ he seemed to see a vast world with a seven-layer structure unfolding before him. Its origin was cheering, leaping, welcoming the arrival of nutrients, and he, himself, was that very nourishment.

"...Is this the Alien Realm..."

At the end of his life, looking at the source of fear that the All Gods had always been afraid of, Shu’s consciousness vibrated for the last time. He looked back at where he had come from, but all he saw was the Void.

"La, I curse you!"

"You will end up just like me, watching yourself die, watching yourself become food for the Outer Gods..."

The voice gradually weakened until it finally dissipated.

From this moment on, Shu’s consciousness completely dissipated.

...

The Spirit Realm, the fifth layer.

Compared to a thousand years ago, this once desolate place had already changed drastically.

Divided into inner and outer, on the outside of the fifth layer of the Spirit Realm, countless tiny spaces, small as specks of stars yet vast as continents, adorned it.

Belief and souls from the outer world flowed into this place continuously, transforming into the cornerstone that bolstered these realms.

And among these specks, several giant planes made up of emotions shone like stars, attracting these scattered specks.

The Seven Hills Paradise, gathering all manner of benevolent emotions and convictions, was the largest of them. Perhaps because it was the earliest to take shape, its existence was widely known in the Mortal Realm.

The Celestial Clan came and went here, these once Golden Humanity beings traversing between many realms as they passed through life. It was even possible to see, with the passage of time, other forms of life beginning to emerge within the planes.

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Like the very nature of the planes themselves, they inherently possessed positive emotions, loving kindness and detesting evil.

"Seven Hills Paradise... How can such a place exist in this world."

In a tiny glittering realm, a giant bear stood on the fringe, gazing into the distant Void.

As one who had just amassed enough faith and strength to reach this mysterious domain said to belong to the Faith Gods, the bear had been quite hopeful at first, but as soon as he arrived, he found himself at the edge of the Seven Hills Paradise.

Then, a baffling war broke out. The native beings reproached him for acquiring strength through blood sacrifices and confronted him with violence—the reason was laughable; if a beast like me doesn’t feed on blood, then what would you have me eat?

Besides, without the blood sacrifices, how would I gain the strength to break free from the limit of the Totem Spirits and come here?

Unable to understand, fortunately, the native beings did not stray too far from that plane, so the bear had only to run a little before he was out of danger.

He searched the Void for a long time before finding this place, similar to Seven Hills Paradise, but recently formed, still very weak and devoid of life.

The convictions gathered here were freer and more arbitrary, without the strong positive emotions... thus, the bear happily named it the Wild Expanse.

Depending on its existence he could finally start weaving his own Domain. And now, this shimmering, tiny realm was the fruit of the bear’s labor.

"It looks like it’ll be a while yet... but that’s okay, I no longer have to worry about my lifespan."

After a shake of the head, apart from being too desolate, the bear felt that everything else about this place was quite nice.

There was no need to worry about being discovered by the Olympian Gods, no need to face various dangers; within one’s own realm, one was an omnipotent entity, and that feeling was nothing short of wonderful.

For a time, the bear even began to grow complacent...

Boom—

"Hmm?"

Suddenly awakened, the bear looked around, searching for the source of the disturbance.

However, after looking around, it found nothing.

The fifth layer of the Spirit Realm had no spatial or temporal boundaries, so the bear couldn’t pinpoint the location of the problem.

"But this feeling, seems to be coming from over there."

After searching to no avail for a while, the bear eventually turned his gaze to another place, the center of this part of the world.

That place was unapproachable, as if space and time stretched out endlessly; no matter how one tried to get closer, the result was always the same.

In the bear’s memory, it seemed empty, with only two huge worlds, one above the other, emanating positive and negative energy, slowly spiraling.