Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 835 - 317 Before the Golden Palace

Chapter 835: Chapter 317 Before the Golden Palace

Although she didn’t get the result she most desired, when Phoebe grasped that intersecting stone frame shaped like a cross, she still felt immensely joyful.

After so many years, she finally persuaded her husband, as stubborn as a rock, to no longer hold onto the lifeless starry sky.

You must know, despite the sheer size, the God of the Lightless Celestial Body was actually the ruler of most of the starry sky.

But what meaning does mere quantity hold?

No matter how vast the desolate Star Domain is, it can’t compare to the splendor of the Twelve Zodiac Constellations and the mortal world’s fireworks.

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“I am the Goddess of Luminous, not the Cold Silence Goddess.”

“The starry sky may not be bad, but perhaps the mortal world is even more boundless for me…”

Stepping out of the palace, Phoebe showed a smile to Zephyrus, who had been waiting for a long time.

Apate’s method indeed worked well, hadn’t she already achieved her wish now?

“Lord Zephyrus, as the Divine King said, I will help the Divine Court suppress that rebellious mortal.”

“As for Coeus… he still has some things to do. But even so, he has already expressed his sincerity.”

Putting the tangible cross into her sleeve, Phoebe attempted to command the authority that originally belonged to her husband.

At this moment, countless celestial bodies echoed in her heart, seemingly ready to be deployed at her will.

A continuous sense of power began to surge around, and the whole starry sky seemed to open its arms to her.

And before Phoebe, the God of West Wind also felt this change.

Just like when the Ancient Sea God handed over near-sea powers to his offspring before he slept.

In just a short time, the Goddess of Luminous had become more threatening than before.

Seemingly breathing with the starry sky, and blending into the celestial bodies scattered among the stars… yet there were vague barriers between the two, difficult to merge smoothly.

The Titan God Coeus, this was only part of his power… Regretfully glancing at the stone palace behind Phoebe, Zephyrus finally nodded lightly.

As long as there was a beginning, what followed was no longer in the hands of this Ancient God.

“In that case, thank you, Lady Phoebe.”

“Please come with me to the Mount of the Gods and put an end to that mortal’s farce.”

Leading the way, Zephyrus hurried back in the direction he came.

Having stayed in the sky for so long, who knows what the situation on the Mount of the Gods was like.

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Boom—!

At this moment, the battle had already escalated more than once on Mount Olympus where Zephyrus’s mind dwelled.

Among the mountains, a giant towering tens of thousands of feet held a large hammer, striking Achilles.

Yet, the young hero no longer appeared as before, seemingly growing familiar with his new body through fierce battles.

The power of the Styx River, once uncontrollable, overflowed from his body, forming a grim and ferocious set of black-gold armor.

When the giant hammer fell on the armor, bone-chilling coldness spread through the weapon to the giant, making it retreat again and again.

While Achilles merely sneered, brandishing his sword, heading for the enemy before him.

The more he fought, the stronger he grew, and the number of enemies hardly affected Achilles at this time.

Let them come, and he would just sweep through them.

In Achilles’s eyes, there was only the War God as his enemy.

“Madman—damn it, and that useless Hephaestus as well!”

Clang—!

As swords clashed, another weapon broke into two.

Watching the divine artifact approach, Ares could only dodge.

Strictly speaking, the War God standing on Mount Olympus should not fear Achilles, who relied on the power of divine artifacts.

After all, the opponent ultimately wasn’t the resurrected Ancient Sun God, nor had he touched the Domain of the True God.

No matter how fast he learned, he still seemed somewhat immature in harnessing divine-level power in the eyes of true gods.

Yet, theory was just theory; once Ares’s weapon was first broken, he fell irrevocably into a disadvantage.

The enemy could not be harmed, and he dared not touch that divine sword, as if the Great Day descended from dust.

From the beginning until now, the War God felt utterly stifled.

“Damn it… if only I had a true divine artifact of my own, with an ‘indestructible’ ability, how could this mortal drive me to such a point!”

“Hephaestus, you’re truly damnable!”

Gritting his teeth, though the opponent couldn’t really defeat him, constantly dodging made Ares feel like a monkey leaping about.

Especially as the other deities from the Divine Court delayed in providing aid, further fueling the War God’s anger.

What are you doing? Are you just spectators?

Though that’s what he thought, Ares refused to call for help.

“If you have the courage, just keep watching, watch as we turn the Mount of the Gods into ruins!”

Frustrated in his heart, with no other options.

Seeing the hero charging at him again, the War God had no choice but to draw another weapon to engage.

“Hahahahahaha…”

Clang—!

With a sweep of his sword, it left black traces through the air.

The void cracked, plants turned to dust.

Before the War God, Achilles chased and attacked Ares with relentless laughter.

“Ares, why are you running away again?”

“I remember your vows, only one of us can survive.”

“Now that I’m here, why don’t you dare to fight me?”

“Mortal, if you have the ability, don’t use that sword. Simply relying on a weapon’s power, what ability is that!”

After seeing his eighteenth weapon break, Ares finally cursed aloud.

But hearing the War God’s question, Achilles laughed once more.

“Hahahahaha… Ares, I wonder who first struck in secret, setting a trap for me to fall into.”

“And who first relied on the power of divine artifacts to ambush me among mortals?”

“Come now, I won’t bully you. If you shout three times, ‘Ares is no match for Achilles, and willingly relinquishes the War God’s title,’ then I’ll spare you today.”

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“Even when I seize the Divine King’s throne, perhaps I can return this title to you, for your use, hahahahaha…”

His voice echoed among the mountains, Ares flushed red, and the other gods within the Golden Palace were equally unnerved.

Seizing the Divine King’s throne, a taboo in the hearts of every Divine King through the ages.

Only Zeus continued to smile gently, drinking the nectar poured by the Goddess of Youth in one go.

If he were to get angry every time a mortal uttered words about seizing the Divine King’s throne, Zeus would never have any free time, so naturally, he had no reaction.

Though this human’s ambition was somewhat overestimating, it revealed just how arrogant the people of Silver Moon City had become in the eyes of the Divine King.

Even if Achilles was an exception, there had to be a suitable environment to nurture such an exception.

Not to mention, with Zeus’s knowledge, there were likely quite a few such beings.

As for the followers of the Lord of the Spirit Realm, they were generally devout, though their doctrine recognized only the supreme and unique Primordial Gods.

Yet those wizards truly didn’t regard the deities with any reverence.

“All things have origins, not just humans, but gods too…”

“Hecate… given a choice, I truly would not wish to face you in battle…”

Sighing softly, Zeus always had a special fondness for the first goddess he met in his divine life.

But to reach this point today, it seemed their conflict was inevitable.

Raising his gaze slightly, Zeus’s eyes seemed to penetrate the top of the Golden Palace.

As Zephyrus left with his token, how could he truly not pay attention?

Yet for him, whether they came or not was already an answer in itself.

“Gentlemen, there is no need to worry, for now.”

“The God of West Wind has returned; surely this farce should soon come to an end.”

“Lady Phoebe is invited here, let us witness the capabilities of the Titans Deities.”

Speaking with a smile, Zeus continued to observe the battlefield’s dynamics.

Could a single Phoebe resolve this mortal?

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Boom—!

Beyond the Golden Palace, among the mountains.

Once again struck by the giant hammer, compared to the giant revealed in full form, Achilles was undoubtedly so small.

Yet measured by strength, the gap between them was likely completely opposite.

The Divine Sword Laevatein, once undefeated in the hands of the Sun God of the Nine Realms, was eventually reshaped in the cataclysm by the fire giant Surtr.

Now it bore the authority of the true Sun, and across the entire world, few divine artifacts could rival it.

Holding an invincible divine sword, continuously disturbed after the chase, Achilles’s gaze finally shifted briefly away from Ares.

Good, the War God is very adept at dodging, worthy of the title “War God,” just uncertain if the others had similar abilities.

If you long for death, then I will grant it to you!

Standing in the sky, Achilles steadied his sword into the void, finally halting his steps.

Infinite light and heat began to gather in his palm, making the already magnificent divine sword even more brilliant.

Coeus’s Victory was in the spear of Athena, while the Nine Realms’ Victory came from the former Laevatein Sword.

The collision of Victory and War seemed to replay here, and the three giants became the fallen soldiers sacrificed on the battlefield.

“Come, take this strike of mine—”

Taking a step forward, Achilles raised his hand to slash.

Yet at that moment, he suddenly glanced into the sky.

Under the pitch-black night, a stream of light suddenly arose, numbering ten, then a hundred, then thousands.

Countless streams of light fell from the heavens, each containing infinite divine power.

And their collective target, was but one.

“Alright… you’ve sent another one.”

“Worthy of the gods, this is your specialty indeed.”

Not angered but amused, Achilles adjusted the trajectory of his sword slightly.

Instantly, an arc of light tore through the night sky, directly shattering the starlight above.

“Still not enough strength…”

“And since you intend to hide, I shall make it so you have nowhere to hide!”

Eyes flickering, gripping the divine sword capable of scorching the heavens, Achilles unleashed his limit.

In the next moment, a radiant orb symbolizing the “rising sun” rose from the direction of the Sun God Temple.

It fell onto Laevatein in an instant, stirring a tumultuous wave.

In Achilles’s perception, almost in a blink, this supremely powerful divine artifact grew even more potent.

“The last one…”

Struggling in his gaze for a moment, Achilles ultimately refrained.

Though he didn’t know the connection between the sword in his hand and those orbs of light, the young hero only understood the identity of those three suns.

Silver Moon City was never short of such things, imbued with curses of ancient godly will.

Though these three suns were far stronger than what Silver Moon City had collectively, their essence was the same kind of thing.

And such things, once fully gathered, would surely bring no good.

“Zeus… Divine King…”

“Since you won’t come to meet me in the temple, then let me meet you.”

“Let me use the sword in my hand to measure the weight of Coeus’s Divine Court.”

Ignoring Ares, the three giants, and the two gods hurriedly descending from the sky, Achilles looked towards the main peak of Olympus, the Golden Palace built atop the great mountain.

This palace was not originally named as such, but after occupying Asgard, Zeus renamed it.

It thus became the starting point from where a new “Sun” illuminated the world, the source of mortal light.

Whoosh—

The wind brushed past his ears, and the young hero leaped towards the majestic Golden Palace.

Only a palace separated him from the legendary King of All Gods, and at this moment, Achilles finally dropped the last bit of caution.

If the Divine King were truly as powerful as the tales, able to suppress the gods of Olympus single-handedly, how could he still be unharmed, free from any obstruction until now?

“Ares, I heard you’re the Divine King’s son?”

Grinning, Achilles raised his divine sword.

“Now, you’ve nowhere to run.”

“Before your father, under the gaze of all the gods above and below.”

“Between war and me, let us see who prevails.”