Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 80

Chapter 80: Chapter 57: Starfall

Translator: 549690339

The voice of the God of Sun resonated through the starry heavens as his gaze rested upon all the deities present.

His divine body began to burn, and his divine power became unstable, but the vaguely transmitted sense of oppression grew stronger nonetheless. Not all gods could do this, but the “Sun” undoubtedly could.

Thus, accompanying the madness of its master, the immense luminous body that dominated the starry sky began to expand as well. On the Mount of the Gods, the Divine King, who had just rescued Helios through spatial separation, had a sudden change in expression. Even Laine, who was spectating from the Spirit Realm, furrowed his brow.

Perhaps because he often dealt with those ‘brain-using’ gods, even Laine had somewhat forgotten that not all gods of Chaos were concerned with gains and losses.

Any normal deity would not commit such acts that harm others without benefitting oneself. Especially for the immortal gods, Hyperion’s actions would not only affect the present, but also bring continuous negative repercussions in the long years to come.

Yet he did it anyway, as if he didn’t care about those consequences at all.

However, fortunately, this mistake, although Laine was the instigator, was not mainly paid for by him.

It was just that for a considerable time in the future, the deities who divided the star domains would all have a headache.

“The gods of Chaos are truly madmen. Even if it wasn’t apparent before, one never knows when they might go insane,” he said.

Recalling the Trojan War that swept through the Olympus pantheon in later times, causing the gods to wage a great war in the Mortal Realm, simply because a ‘discordant goddess’ didn’t receive an invitation to a banquet, Laine felt there was nothing incomprehensible about this.

Now it was still manageable, but had it been a more aggressive deity, they might have dragged the Sun into a collision with the Mount of the Gods.

He sighed and waved his hand, summoning Aster, who stood to the side.

“Prepare yourself,” he said, “if nothing unexpected happens, the area around the Sun will be the most heavily damaged.”

“Once you arrive there, you’ll have to expend a lot of energy. Choose some from the spiritual bodies of the Golden Humanity to replace the God of Stars; that should be barely manageable.”

Silently making arrangements, the Goddess of Starlight took her leave. And in the entire Chaos World, there were not a few deities startled by the changes in the starry heavens.

At sea, watching the fire meteors streaking across the sky towards the Earth, the God of the Ocean, Oceanus, also stopped his clash with the primordial Sea God, Pontus.

The sudden surge in the divine power of the God of Sun made them both realize what Hyperion had done.

“Let’s stop here, Pontus, they have already decided the victor,” Oceanus spoke to his uncle.

Although if he continued fighting, he could gain more, the circumstances no longer allowed him to do so.

From now on, the Ocean Deity Sovereign planned to steer clear of Cronus’s sharp edge, until his child was born.

And without unexpected events, this time wouldn’t be too far off.

On the other hand, the primordial Sea God, Pontus, also looked up at the sky. Although he had been at a disadvantage all this while, he still had some gains.

“Of course I can, but what about you, my nephew? Once Cronus claims victory, you will be his next target,” he said.

The voice of the primordial Sea God was heavy, like the concavity of the Earth he originally symbolized.

Gaia, who had once conceived three gods by herself, was just like this. Uranus symbolized the opposite of the Earth, and then the Sky came into being; Pontus symbolized the indentations of the Earth, and then the Ocean was formed; Ourea was the uplift of the Earth, which was eventually called the mountains.

They were originally part of the Earth, which then split this primal matter through the evolution of the world.

“But you wouldn’t really stand by his side, would you? After all, even his own brother was forced by him to dissolve his divine body,” said the tall and burly Ocean Deity Sovereign with blue hair cascading over his shoulders, his voice resonating loud and clear.

The sea deities present all heard his words. They didn’t understand exactly what was happening in the starry sky, but the facts were indeed as such.

The Titans showed no mercy amongst themselves, let alone the Primordial Sea God who did not belong to the Titans.

“Perhaps, but I won’t oppose him either, Oceanus. The affairs of the Titans should be resolved by you Titan gods yourselves. After all, I have never entertained the idea of that Divine King’s position.”

Turning around, the Primordial Sea God beckoned. He took his retinue of True Gods and left the place, returning to his palace established at the bottom of the sea.

Across from him, the Ocean Deity Sovereign did not obstruct but continued to observe the anomalies in the sky.

The expanding sun, the countless celestial bodies crumbling, the thousands of Gods of Stars that instantaneously lost their support and fell into eternal slumber, and the rain of stars that streaked across the sky and plummeted to the earth—all these wove together into a beautiful tapestry.

But the deities all knew that behind this beauty, something significant must have happened in the starscape of Chaos.

However, the world had grown too vast nowadays, and apart from a few deities with special authority, there were scarce few beings that could see through heaven and earth at a glance. Hence, they could only silently watch the meteors fall like rain while making various conjectures.

And in the starscape above, due to Hyperion’s actions, three principal gods of powerful Divine Power also unanimously ceased their motions.

“Hyperion, have you gone mad?”

Although the God of Meteorology didn’t quite regard the God of Stars, he still found it somewhat incomprehensible.

The raging sun instantly turned its surrounding celestial bodies to dust, and those farther away shattered into pieces, plummeting into the Mortal Realm. Crius could understand if this was to counter an enemy, but what Hyperion was actually destroying were his own Gods of Stars.

After all, those who resided around the sun were beings who could never pledge allegiance to the Divine King no matter what.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

The Divine Power was still burning, and even Eclipses, who roamed around the God of Sun, felt somewhat ‘overfed’ and distanced himself from Hyperion. This somewhat disheveled Ancient Titan God sneered as he looked toward the distance, in the direction where Helios had fled.

“I lost, but not to you. If not for the birth of this rebel, as the sole ruler of the sun, even Cronus couldn’t defeat me in the starscape.”

“I know what he wants, and I know my eldest son is waiting to inherit my legacy, but I won’t give him that chance. A star domain that has lost thirty percent of its Gods of Stars, a supreme celestial body that is berserk and unruly, that’s the gift I’m leaving for him.”

“And besides, Cronus is different from me; I would only imprison him, but the Divine King only needs a sun without the power to resist, under his control.”

Having said that, Hyperion gave one last glance at the surrounding black mist. He did not look at his wife, for he could guess her disappointed expression. He simply mustered his strength and with a loud boom, exploded his Divine Body.

As the God of the Sun, Cronus dared not confine him to the Abyss. But if he were sealed elsewhere, Hyperion would truly have no chance of turning the tables. So he took advantage of the interval when the Ancient Evil Being devoured his shattered remains, transforming into a golden light and rushing towards the sun.

At the same time, the sun in a frenzy also sped straight toward its master, shattering countless celestial bodies along the way.

In the distance, the Queen of Gods reached out her hand as if to block, but the Goddess of Light, Theia, held her back. Although she did not understand her husband’s actions, Theia did not wish for Hyperion to be confined to Mount of the Gods.

In the end, in her heart, the God of Stars was merely a useful tool.

Whoosh—!

Thus, before the eyes of the gods, the golden light entered the sun. Yet even though he returned to the symbol of his Godhood, this act of self-destruction was much harder to recover from than normal injuries. Unless something unexpected happened, Hyperion would be unable to do anything for at least a thousand years.

Following the return of the God of the Sun, the supreme celestial body not only failed to calm down but grew even more violent.

Not far away, Helios, who had just escaped confinement, hurried over. He viewed the turbulent sun and tried to use his portion of the Godhood to calm it, but all was in vain.

“Let me do it,” said a voice as space warped into a tunnel, with Cronus’s voice emerging from it.

His goal had been achieved, but what was left was a mess. The Divine King didn’t know whether he should be pleased or not.