Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 838 - 320 ’Anshan Conference

Chapter 838: Chapter 320 ‘Anshan Conference

Atop Mount Olympus, the light extinguished, and all returned to tranquility.

Observing the belated arrival of Zeus and the assembly of deities, Erebus smiled as he pointed out the Divine King’s thoughts.

Achilles could not represent the Spirit Realm, even if he held the Levatin Sword in his grasp.

Regardless of whether he could actually represent it, there was certainly a connection between the two.

Moreover, since Zeus had proclaimed in the Golden Palace that he would not intervene, claiming he did not wish to conflict with the Primordial Deities, then conversely, did his willingness to intervene himself equate to taking on this conflict?

Normally, the answer would be ambiguous, as it was entirely based on Zeus’s own assertion, which others may not genuinely acknowledge.

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But when Erebus arrived here with two other deities, he could no longer profess ignorance of Zeus’s prior attitude.

After all, it was precisely for this reason that Zephyrus went to invite them… Hence, being the one who led them to the Mount of the Gods, the Lord of Darkness had to be well informed about the developments.

“Hahaha… Your Highness, you indeed flatter me.”

“Your Highness’s word is as good as gold; naturally, I have no reason to distrust it. There really isn’t such a concern.”

“The God of West Wind went to the stars claiming to seek reinforcements, but in truth, he only wished to foster relations with several Ancient Gods.”

“Unexpectedly, not only did he invite the God of Heavenly Light and the Goddess of Daylight, but even Your Excellency has been persuaded to come.”

Zeus approached with a hearty laugh, his demeanor exceedingly warm and his words even more affectionate.

Yet it was unknown if it was intentional, but the observant could discern that he seemed to have made prior arrangements with the man in black.

At this moment, with the Divine King’s overt behavior, even if few on Olympus had seen this most ancient of the Original Five Gods of Creation, the identity of the newcomer became unmistakably clear.

Excluding the Lord of the Spirit Realm and Nyx, being female.

Able to command respect from the God of Heavenly Light, Aether, and the Goddess of Daylight, Hemera, following behind him obediently, even treating Zeus as an equal.

The recently exposed power, easily able to knock Achilles down into the dirt.

The power of the Styx River nearly ineffectual against him, and the Power of the Great Day unable to breach the small dark circle he etched.

With such displays, the identity of the visitor could only be one.

He was the Lord of the Lightless Realm, the nominal creator of the Underworld’s deities, and one of the Original Five Gods in control of “Darkness,” Erebus.

“…So that’s how it is…”

Some secretly marveled to themselves; with the development of events to this point, many things suddenly became “clear.”

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So it was indeed thus; hence, many recently incomprehensible matters were now understandable.

The Divine King had actually formed an alliance with the Primordial Gods before anyone noticed, and now, the other party had openly arrived at Mount Olympus.

However, the question arises, what is it in heaven and earth, in all of existence, that warranted the Divine King, possessing Great Divine Power, to form an alliance with mortals, and even deliberately overlook the mortals’ wild rampage on Mount Olympus without issuing punishment, instead waiting for others to solve the problem?

Naturally, there could be only one answer: the Divine King’s adversary was related to another Primordial Deity.

At this moment, whether or not the deities who had “figured it out” were staggered by the appearance of the Lord of Darkness.

He might not be the first Primordial Deity to come to Mount Olympus, but to come as an ‘ally’ was certainly unprecedented.

“Haha… Regardless, Your Highness has rid Olympus of that delirious mortal, granting the Home of the Gods its tranquility.”

“Now that the deities of the stars are invited here, it also fulfills my intentions.”

Noting the reaction of the deities, and seeing that Erebus had no intention to explain, Zeus was even more joyous and reassured.

It seemed he was overthinking; the other party had no intention to provoke him to be the vanguard against the Spirit Realm.

After all, he was not Gaia… The Lord of Darkness wouldn’t think him so easily fooled.

“Since today all Gods are gathered, and we have esteemed guests visiting the Golden Palace, fate too, seems to have orchestrated this.”

“Why not use this occasion to host a banquet, to express gratitude to all deities who lent their powers, and also to convey my thanks on behalf of my son Ares for Your Excellency’s assistance.”

Zeus suggested, then looked beyond Mount Olympus’s main peak to the ravaged mountains.

Without his need to say more, the deities understood his intentions.

Apollo was the first to step forward, soaring into the sky to retrieve the Divine Chariot from the rubble and guiding the last round of the ‘Noon Sun’ across the heavens.

Zephyrus led three sealed Gods to disperse the dust over the Mount of the Gods, restoring the tranquility of Olympus.

The Goddess of Youth raised her divine cup, and the pale green liquid reinvigorated the life on Mount Olympus; the Goddess of Life carelessly dispersed it, reviving the sun-scorched mountains and rivers with vitality.

One after the other, deities swung into action, restoring pavilions and towers to their former state, and Mount Olympus itself seemed to return to its prior state.

Observing this, Erebus, though his heart was undisturbed, eventually gave a slight nod.

Since Zeus desired this grand assembly, he would grant it to him.

With this grand banquet, whether it was him or the deities of Olympus, all would become unprecedentedly steadfast in their hearts.

That was precisely what he wanted, and the Lord of Darkness saw no reason to refuse.

Thus, he too raised his hand lightly, smoothing away the lingering brilliance of the sun’s power near the Mount.

“Since the Divine King has invited me, then I shall not decline.”

“Having lived beyond the worldly realm… joining this festivity is no trouble at all.”

Erebus accepted, and naturally, Zeus was overjoyed.

The gates of the Golden Palace opened wide, and dancing nymphs were summoned into the hall.

Melodic music began to waltz across the sky of Mount Olympus, and sumptuous feasts and nectar were freely delivered to the summit.

Achilles’s tumult had come to an end, yet the events of today, following this banquet, were destined to spread quickly to the heavens and the Mortal Realm.

The war in the Mortal Realm was just beginning, and the courage of humans in their conflicts was backed by the presence of gods.

Behind the clash of deities, naturally, there was an even greater power to rely on.

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Swoosh—

From the sky to the earth required nine days and nights; from the earth to the Abyss was likewise.

Cast down from the summit of Mount of the Gods with a palm strike, Achilles’ fall never ceased.

It was as if the earth did not exist at all, for when his body reached the ground, it continued to plummet without pause.

And in a place unknown to him, high above in the heavens, the Divine King continued to observe his fate.

Although it seemed that Erebus had no intention of sparing this mortal, what Zeus desired was never mere ‘seemed.’

He demanded certainty and outcomes he could control.

Thus, until he witnessed his final descent, Zeus would not be at ease.

Carrying with him the attention of the Divine King, this mortal who had dared to brandish his sword at the Divine King kept falling into the Abyss.

Passing through a complex and burgeoning world below, passing by an increasingly formidable underground kingdom, he fell ceaselessly until, at a certain moment, as though crossing a boundary, he arrived in the Underworld.

Perhaps due to the power of the Primordial Gods, Achilles did not appear at the portal of the Underworld but materialized directly into its sky.

Passing by the pale purple Nether Moon in a flash, the watchful gaze upon him also shifted ever so slightly.

Yet, until the end, not a single change occurred.

As if nothing was noticed, or perhaps it simply did not matter.

The purple moon hanging in the sky of the Underworld exuded a strange power, awakening the resuscitation of countless dead.

Beneath the moonlight, Achilles became shrouded in a layer of shadow, but his descent remained as rapid as before.

“Do they not care… or does this sword indeed have nothing to do with the will of the Spirit Realm itself?”

The voice was somewhat hesitant, but no further action was taken.

He merely watched the figure continue to fall until it was swallowed by the rushing Styx River.

Boom—

Whoosh…

A loud sound followed by countless splashes echoed, as if the entire Styx River encircling the Underworld trembled slightly.

In this turbulence, Achilles, depleted of his strength, seemed on the verge of awakening from the intense pain.

However, at this moment, a wave splashed over him, plunging the hero, teetering between life and death, back into unconsciousness.

Whoosh…

Splash, splash…

The Waters of the Styx flowed ceaselessly, and the gaze from above never strayed.

After who knows how long, the master of the Styx River seemed to finally take notice of this uninvited guest.

The waters stirred gently, and a deity with an icy demeanor emerged forthwith.

Styx, the eldest daughter of the God of the Ocean, had separated from them early on.

As the foremost of the Styx River, she likewise held part of the Underworld’s power.

Not deeming Hades worthy of her concern, Zeus, who once swore to be the Oathkeeper, had not truly received her favor either.

Even now, as Zeus toasted with the Lord of Darkness, he was curious what she would do upon seeing the fallen Achilles.

“Achilles…”

An ethereal, distant voice echoed along the river, with the sound of the waves as its accompaniment.

Styx gazed steadily at the tumbling hero in the water, her expression inscrutable in the shadows.

No one knew what she was thinking, but for some reason, Zeus, trusting his intuition about women, made a bet.

He sensed that this goddess seemed somewhat pleased to see Achilles, who had ended up in such a plight and even lost the power of the Styx River.

There was a hint of regret amid her joy.

Intuition could not serve as evidence, and Zeus did not understand why.

However, as he puzzled over this, the waters of the Styx River churned up waves once more.

The form of Styx disappeared in the waves as if she had never been there.

As for Achilles… he drifted with the surging waves, floating towards an indescribable place.

“Tartarus…”

With an indecipherable expression, the Divine King could not understand Styx’s actions.

But one thing he was sure of—should this human fall into the Abyss, no matter the outcome, it was probably unrelated to the present world.

Erebus could be considered to have ‘killed’ him, killed the human wielding an artifact of the Spirit Realm, and this act compared to what he planned to do with Silver Moon City, was perhaps neither superior nor inferior.

Time ticked away, and at a certain moment, within the surge of the Styx River water, the seemingly dead figure finally fell into the gaping maw of the Abyss.

It was only upon seeing this scene that Zeus finally set aside his last worries.

“In this way, the matter can be considered perfectly resolved.”

Imperceptibly nodding, within the Golden Palace, Zeus raised his cup once more.