Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 893 - 361: Into the Jar
Chapter 893: Chapter 361: Into the Jar
Divine Light burst forth from the sea, rising from the palace in the Southern Sea, and hurriedly made its way towards the northeast.
Poseidon knew that it was impossible for him to quickly reach the waters near the Kingdom of Pylos in the Mortal Realm.
Unless he descended as a divine avatar through a faith anchor point in the space, by the time he arrived at the scene, the sea war would probably have already ended.
Nevertheless, even though he knew he would be late, Poseidon did not try other solutions.
As for the reasons, they were rather simple.
Without a suitable vessel, if a deity wanted to descend merely through rituals spontaneously performed by believers, even for him, it would still be a considerable burden.
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Moreover, the avatar created in this way would have a significant gap in strength, and his own Divine Artifact could not be carried over.
To pay such a price for a group of mortals who were more trouble than they were worth was naturally not something Poseidon was willing to do.
“…If they survive, then it’s their good fortune.”
“If they do not survive, then it’s the price they pay for their incompetence.”
“At most, in consideration of your devout faith, I will make your death a bit more meaningful… Those mortals from Athens, not a single one will be allowed to return.”
Standing on the waves, with his Trident in hand, the blue-haired man stood at the forefront of the tide.
The fierce Storm framed his cold smile; Poseidon was in a very good mood.
Since the kingdoms on the continent had decided to oppose Athens by divine decree, he had also received a letter from Hera.
The Heavenly Empress wished for him to launch a joint offensive from the sea… but Poseidon had no intention of being the spearhead.
To find a chance to reclaim the power of the sea would be fine, but to attack Athens, to try to draw out Athena’s methods? He was not that foolish.
However, Hera was not someone easily dealt with; so today, he simply made a show of compliance.
To do something, anything, was better than to have her continually bother him.
“Sigh… it’s indeed a wonderful day.”
“Though I am feeling a bit sleepy…”
Gigantic waves hundreds of meters high churned beneath him; as the initial excitement passed, gradually, the spirit of Poseidon on the tide head began to wane.
Perhaps because he drank too much nectar earlier, for a moment, Poseidon felt a tad drowsy.
Yawning, at this moment, Poseidon regretted not riding the divine steed that shared his bloodline.
If he had it, his journey would be much more comfortable.
“Sigh…”
“Ha…”
“Sigh…”
“…”
The color of the sky gradually changed, until the Moon rose in the east.
On the tides, gradually, Poseidon closed his eyes.
As the night descended, the drowsiness from the earlier nectar became increasingly intense.
After a struggle that was not too difficult, Poseidon eventually decided to nap awhile, to slow his progress.
Anyway, no matter how you calculated it, his speed was much faster than that of humans.
Even if it were slower for a while during the night, it wouldn’t hinder his ultimate purpose.
“…let’s just leave it at that…”
“Sigh——”
“Sigh…”
“…”
…
In the night sky, as Poseidon slept soundly, only the Trident of the Sea Emperor continued to shine with a pale blue Divine Light, guarding by his side.
As a Divine Artifact once born to uphold the trajectory of destiny, it couldn’t compare to Zeus’s lightning, but it was still extraordinary.
On that day, through the hands of the Cyclops, the Sea God cast his Godhood of Tsunami.
In some sense, the Trident was the proof and medium of Poseidon’s position as the ‘Sea God’.
By comparison, [Earthquake] and [Storm], didn’t have such a direct connection to the sea.
And in the following years, Poseidon further infused it with a certain power gathered from his many offspring of the Sea Clan.
This made the Divine Artifact increasingly powerful and gradually endowed it with a hint of Spirituality.
“Hmm…”
“A Divine Artifact with a vague consciousness… in a certain sense, it is indeed a fine weapon.”
“Judging by its quality alone, its current state might be a bit better than my flute.”
“Unfortunately, this weapon, so closely tied to him, is destined to be unusable by me.”
Flapping wings, a faint grey airflow descended from the sky.
The ash-haired youth stood in the heavens, looking down at the moving tide head below.
Thousands of years in the Mortal Realm, for him, had already been an unknown length of time.
And after such a long passage of time, he once thought he had forgotten this memory.
Hypnos, the God of Sleep, the lord of the third layer of Nine-layered Hell, was also a legitimate Deity of the current world.
Once again basking in the moonlight of the Mortal Realm, the appearance of the young god remained the same, only his identity had long been different.
Step… Step…
Walking through the sky, Hypnos was not in any hurry as he watched the Sea Emperor gradually fall asleep.
The power to induce eternal sleep diffused in the sky, settling little by little upon Poseidon.
In terms of a head-to-head confrontation, Hypnos might not necessarily be Poseidon’s match.
Even if his Divine Power was strong, his Godhood destined that he could hardly defeat an enemy.
But in his area of expertise, everything was different.
Even the former Divine King of trajectories couldn’t escape this fate, and neither could Poseidon.
However, Hypnos was also aware that such absolute authority also brought with it absolute flaws.
“I can put him to sleep, but not harm him…”
“If I want to attack him, I only have one opportunity to strike first.”
“Heh, it’s just as well.”
“Even as the God of Sleep, I can’t let someone sleep through a life-threatening crisis or pain… If it weren’t for the artifact that human gave me, I really wouldn’t be able to take him away.”
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Guarded by the Trident, Hypnos couldn’t touch the sleeping Sea Emperor without making a move, and naturally, he wouldn’t be able to take him away directly.
