Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 30
Chapter 30 Chapter 7 Codex
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“What an unforgettable experience.”
Within the Temple of Lops, Themis drank her last sip of nectar, her originally pale cheeks also flushed slightly.
Ordinary beverages were not enough to affect a deity, but clearly, those crafted by Laine with the authority of “The Wine” were not among them.
“If you’re interested in it, you can take some back with you.” Setting down the crystal-clear wine glass, Laine gestured and dozens of barrels of brewed wine appeared.
“Since our last parting, it’s been a while since I last saw Cronus. Consider these drinks as my belated congratulatory gifts for his ascension to Divine King, I suppose he will like them.”
“Then I will accept them on behalf of Cronus.”
Apologetically smiling, Themis was unaware of the grudge between Laine and Cronus concerning the Origin of Space and Time.
She thought Laine intended to remind Cronus not to forget their two previous agreements. Indeed, the Goddess of Justice was somewhat dissatisfied with her brother’s prolonged failure to fulfill the agreements.
In the past three hundred years, she visited Mount Othrys several times, paying her respects to Mother Earth, who had regained some vitality. Themis heard from the Mother Goddess that Cronus had used the excuse of ‘not having full control over the Divine Authority’ to refuse going to the Abyss to release his six strangely looking brothers.
Mother Earth was quite angry about this, but she was not the Divine King after all, so she did not know whether Cronus was just making excuses or if his powers were indeed far lesser than those Uranus once wielded.
Because of this, Mother Earth left Mount Othrys, residing permanently near the ocean in the Eastern Region, staying with her second son.
The five marine deities born one after another came into being during this period.
“Your Highness Laine, I thank you once again for your dinner. But I have come here to seek a favor.”
Adjusting her demeanor, the Goddess of Justice, who had removed her blindfold three hundred years ago, looked straight at Laine and got straight to the point.
With a faint smile, though he had already made plans, Laine still feigned ignorance.
“Please speak, My Lady. I am quite curious as to what has compelled you to seek my doorstep after three hundred years of wandering.”
Hearing this, something stirred in Themis. Although she did not conceal her tracks, it was apparent that Laine possessed unknown means to observe the earth.
However, the Goddess of Justice paid no attention to these details, as she directly stated her purpose:
“In these three hundred years, I have traveled many places. In the mortal realm of Chaos, I found that the disorder and madness left over from the dawn of creation had not all flowed into Tartarus but still existed within the Laws.”
“I sought a solution, and eventually the Priesthood of Law gave me an answer. I need to create Laws for the realms of existence, which would allow the Laws themselves to expel the disorder and madness.”
“But what does this have to do with me?” Laine asked, still smiling.
“Because I also need a creation capable of carrying these Laws, through which I can communicate with the world, etching my Laws into the roots of existence.”
Themis’s expression was solemn, she could feel that the elevation of her Godhood was tied to this task. If she could perfect the current world, the Godhood of Law would rise, supporting her to become a powerful deity of Divine Power Level 18 and above.
“I visited the Mother Goddess, seeking the Oracle Stone Tablet, this enigmatic artifact born at the beginning of creation. But she told me that thousands of years ago, it had come into your possession as part of a wager.”
“So I’ve come to boldly ask if I may borrow this Divine Artifact from you.”
Saying this, Themis looked towards Laine.
“Yes,” meeting the gaze of the goddess, Laine nodded.
“It’s indeed in my hands. But now, it is no longer the Oracle.”
With a slight lift of his hand, the next moment, accompanied by a ripple of space, a huge bronze book materialized in his hands.
Without any attempt to hide, the powerful presence of the Codex of Creation was immediately perceived by Themis.
Without a doubt, this was a frightening high-grade divine artifact, and it even gave her a sense of something even higher.
“Different from what Mother Earth knows, Lady Themis,” Laine said calmly as his right hand brushed over the spine of the brass book: “The essence of the Oracle Stone Tablet is beyond her imagination, and the ‘Order’ it contains is even close to a great part of the ‘Chaos’ of Tartarus. I have crafted three divine artifacts using three stone tablets, and what you see here is the second one.”
Furrowing her brow, Themis knew that she might have to return empty-handed. The aura of the divine artifact before her was comparable to the Life Vase, and nobody would easily lend out such an artifact. But driven by the desire to perfect her godhood, she still spoke up.
“If you are willing,” she said, “I don’t know what I would have to give to borrow this divine artifact from you.”
She had already prepared to make an oath, ready to serve Laine in the future. In truth, she had nothing else to offer. However, to her surprise, she received an unexpected answer from Laine.
“Nothing is needed,” he said. “As long as you swear to the Spirit Realm and acknowledge my indisputable sovereignty over the Codex of Creation. Then, for the next thousand years, it is yours.”
Looking at the astonishment on the goddess’s face, Laine did not explain but simply handed over the book that seemed forged from brass.
He believed that she would not refuse.
A bit astounded, but just as Laine thought, Themis hesitated for a moment when offered the divine artifact and still reached out to take it.
The deity and godhood mutually influence each other. Facing the temptation of an elevated priesthood, Themis could not refuse.
After chatting for a while longer, soon, with the borrowed divine artifact, the Goddess of Justice left the Mount of the Gods.
After sending Themis away from the Spirit Realm, Laine too retreated to a palace behind Mount Sinai.
That was his sleeping chamber, the Temple of Elas.
Sitting on a soft couch, Laine watched through the time-space mirror as Themis, with her doubts and confusion, made her way down toward earth. He knew that she was seeking a divine decree from the Divine King.
To enact laws in the mortal world, the Divine King’s nod was also an indispensable part.
“After the laws are established, this divine artifact will be considered initially perfected.”
Looking at the stone book in the goddess’s hands through the mirror, Laine whispered to himself.
In his original plans, the Codex of Creation ought to be the recorder, perfecter, and innovator of all the world’s rules and laws, and indeed, it’s feasible for laws to be linked with spirituality. But the problem was that, long before Laine had established the Spirit Realm, the Goddess of Law had already been born.
Laine could absorb the origin of the stars of the world, and he had almost taken in all of it, but that was because the true God of Stars had not yet come into being, and Coeus was merely the god of ‘lightless celestial bodies.’ But the law was different.
The earlier Codex of Creation was powerful solely because it depended on the ‘Order’ origin inherent in the Oracle Stone Tablet. The part of it that belonged to ‘Law’ was only a minute amount from ‘Chronology.’
However, as Themis establishes laws for the mortal world, a significant portion of the origin of ‘Law’ of Chaos will rise, half of which will go to the Codex of Creation that bears it, while Themis will only obtain the other half.
After this, the powerful creation, which could be considered near a genesis artifact on its own, would be fully matured.
“And then there is the chaos and madness that are expelled after the establishment of the codices.”
“Power does not differentiate between good and bad; what matters is that it’s used in the right place.”
Gazing at Themis, who had reached the surface and was heading toward Mount Othrys, Laine dispersed the time-space mirror.
He could silently observe Themis, the deity with a Divine Power Level of 13, but that did not mean he could watch the Divine King, who was gradually securing his position.
The following matters no longer needed his concern; the Goddess of Justice, for her own ascension, would invest all her efforts into completing everything related to ‘legislation.’
His mind sinking into the root of the Spirit Realm, Laine continued to digest different origins. For a considerable time in the future, this would be his primary task.
