Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Looking up at the sky, several islands floated high above, wandering about, while the land was primitive and desolate, with two suns hanging in the sky, one to the left and one to the right. Hypnos gently flapped his wings and flew up into the midair.

Now, he felt unprecedentedly weak. Having lost the authority of [Dream] and even portions of Divine Power showing signs of dissipation. After all, in the years past, he had reached the upper limits allowed by his Godhood, and now that he no longer possessed a part of that limit, the original power had effectively lost its container.

At this moment, his Divine Power's Origin leaked out every second. It formed an illusory grey ribbon of light that slowly floated around his body.

"Since I can't keep it, I'll give it to you."

He sighed, resigned to the fact that he could not retain this power, Hypnos decided not to waste it. With a wave of his hand, the escaping Divine Power's Origin surged towards the beings from the Spirit Realm that came with him to this strange world, and his aura also dropped significantly.

Affected by the God of Sleep's Divine Power, those beings were transformed. As Spirit Realm beings, they originally had no physical bodies, but now, under the influence of Divine Power, they began to take shape. Perhaps due to the influence of the source of power, their appearances bore some resemblance to Hypnos.

"Having lost your own Dream Domain and being rejected by the Spirit Realm, you can no longer call yourselves lords of the Spirit Realm as before."

"Ah, let it be... It's time to understand this world."

The final scene during the fall from heaven still echoed in Hypnos's mind. Subconsciously, he seemed to understand something, yet he was reluctant to believe it. To temporarily avoid thinking about it, the God of Sleep set a goal for himself.

Someday, he would return to the Spirit Realm on his own strength and then explore all the reasons clear.

Wings flapping, to understand a world, one must start from its edges, and so Hypnos sped across the sky beneath the illumination of the two suns. After more than half a day, he finally reached the edge of the world.

But looking at this so-called 'edge,' Hypnos felt he had learned something new again.

"What is this, a wall?"

The towering black wall stretched upwards with no end in sight, and from a distance, due to the unique rules of this realm, the 'black wall' was utterly invisible. It was only when one approached closely that one could realize how peculiar the edge of the world truly was.

Of course, ordinary beings couldn't get close to this place at all. As he neared it, Hypnos felt an increasingly strong pressure weighing down on him, a fear rising instinctively in his heart. But this pressure, which would make any common creature recoil, ultimately could not stop him, so the God of Sleep finally arrived in front of the 'black wall.'

"There are patterns, but they seem natural."

"So hard, even if my Divine Power is not apt for destruction, its solidity is comparable to a Divine Artifact. What exactly is this thing?"

Reaching out, he felt it a few times, the God of Sleep puzzled. He mustered his strength, punching it, but his fist merely slid off to the sides.

This black wall seemed not only indestructible but could also deflect the forces struck upon it, rendering the method of 'piercing a barrier at a single point' ineffective against it.

"Is this a natural creation? How is that possible?"

Unable to understand, Hypnos circled the 'city wall.' Not knowing how far he walked, he seemed to come upon a joint. There, he suddenly realized that the 'black wall' was actually pieced together, and this place was exactly where two pieces overlapped.

At this moment, for some reason, an absurd thought surged into Hypnos's mind. Looking at everything, he couldn't help but feel that this 'black wall' didn't look like a wall at all, but rather...

"It's scales..."

Turning around in a daze, Hypnos stared blankly at the sky.

At the lowest of all worlds, the most terrifying prison. He had just felt that this place wasn't so terrible, but now, he finally realized where he was.

In the sky, there were never any suns. There was only the colossal head of the cosmic serpent, watching the 'misguided' intruder into Purgatory with its eyes that resembled the sun and moon.