Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

They were all watching the spectacle, but in the eyes of different beings, the fools of this drama varied.

Some saw humans, some saw Divine Children, and some saw directly the Olympian Gods.

Like now, in a corner underwater, where the black fog was gathering and dispersing unpredictably. Located at the heart of the ceremonial track, Mephisto let out an odd laugh.

"So, are all these 'noble by birth' beings like this, or is it just the ones I have seen?"

"Lucky for him, if he were also a member of Silver Humanity, he probably wouldn't live past a month."

The voice echoed in the pitch-black depths of the sea, but no one responded to him, because there were no living creatures here, only some transparent souls floating beside him.

Those were the souls of the deceased, but they had long lost their consciousness. And except for a few beings, even if they were to be reborn in Hell in the future, they would not have the chance to retain the memories of their past lives.

According to the Lord of the Nine Hells, if all life could retain their memories when reincarnating, it would only sap Hell's vitality, after all, what they were like before, they would likely be the same after reincarnation.

Therefore, apart from the first batch of Silver Humanity, only those who proved their capabilities while alive are privileged to retain their memories, and the rest of the souls, they will forget everything about the past, becoming the bottom dwellers of Hell, and then rise through fight and intrigue.

Those who succeed are naturally talented. Those who die are simply remade.

Conveniently, the River of Oblivion flowing through the Underworld can help the demons take care of this little matter. In such circumstances, a Hell with limited soul sources can continue to develop and grow endlessly.

"I really wish all the deities were like this, how much less trouble that would save me~"

"Unfortunately, the Divine King does have some skills, at least much stronger than that Sea Emperor."

Chucking softly, Mephisto didn't linger on this point and continued to focus on the enormous array that enveloped the city.

He could feel that the will of the Lord of the Nine Hells was on the other side. Soon, the passage would be opened.

Just as the Son of the Sea Emperor, Triton, said, it's all about the connections in this world. Although Mephisto had prepared a 'gift' for Olympus, he was certain, this 'gift' wouldn't be enough to stop all gods of Mount of the Gods.

But the devil was not afraid, after all, his boss was reliable.

...

Above the surface of the water.

The Trident came hurtling through the air, striking directly at Laine. Poseidon's Divine Power swirled around it, calming the very waves that had just submerged the entire city.

As the ruler of the ocean, commanding the tides was only natural. Under this strike, Laine slowly extended his right hand.

Extremely fast and extremely slow, the spear that cut through the space and the slowly rising arm formed an odd yet harmonious picture. Finally, the Divine Artifact and the slender fingers met in the same place, and the fingers' owner grasped its edge.

Whoosh—

It seemed like a long time, yet it was only a moment. The azure glow that had just brightened on the Trident due to Divine Power was extinguished in an instant. The sharp tip was clenched by five fingers, unable to advance an inch further; only the excess energy vibrating from the Divine Artifact pressed upon the surrounding sea, demonstrating the hidden power beneath this seemingly ordinary action.

The sea within a thousand miles dipped slightly.

In midair, Triton's smile froze on his face, not understanding what was happening.

He hadn't made the same mistake twice in the same matter; he hadn't even approached the other. The Trident still carried his Father God's Divine Power, and even Prometheus himself would be wounded facing this attack, so what was happening now?

Was the other a True God? But even if it was a deity, they would still need to use Divine Power to catch another god's weapon. And using Divine Power in the current world necessarily requires paying a price.

But no matter how he looked, the figure in black before him didn't seem to have paid any price.

With his mouth slightly open, Triton seemed to want to say something, but in the next moment, he felt an immense force surging from the void. The world seemed to reject him, and the platform of seawater at his feet immediately shattered. Almost instantly, he was slammed hard from the air to the sea's surface, crawling prostrate upon it.

Triton felt as if he were shouldering a mountain, unable to move even a finger.

"Wait, are you one of the reclusive Ancient Titan Gods? This is all a misunderstanding. I am the Son of the Sea Emperor; the Divine King is my uncle, in fact, today I am acting on the will of the gods—"

Thud—

Footsteps interrupted Triton's veiled threat. From the corner of his eye, he saw the hem of a robe as the unknown person walked up to him.

No, not just him; there was another person. Triton could even hear the sound of a bronze knife scraping against stone, and he knew what that meant.

This was a record, documenting his current state. A surge of humiliation and anger arose within him. As a demigod, this was the very scene Triton least wanted to experience—before a True God, he would always be so insignificant. And what was even more unbearable was the fact that his current state was being recorded.

"I don't blame you, Triton."