Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 1034 - 435 Promise and Agreement

Chapter 1034 -435 Promise and Agreement

Hell, the Ninth Circle.

In the divine palace resembling the once majestic Mount Othrys.

The void gently quivers, as chains of Law, substantial in their form, are stretched to their limits.

Countless rifts emerge and fade away, as if swaying perpetually between life and death.

With a stern expression, a growing solemnity fills the depths of Asmodeus’s eyes.

The hidden conversation is abruptly terminated, as the sudden transformation of Tartarus affects the very core of Purgatory.

The Lord of the Nine Hells gazes through layers of time and space at the dazzling light rising from the bottom of the Abyss.

Without any forewarning, this ancient Primordial God abruptly unleashes all his power.

An inconceivable metamorphosis unfolds; if he ultimately succeeds, Hell, with its current mass, will likely be no match for him.

A dire situation looms; one misstep and Purgatory might face catastrophic destruction.

Yet, witnessing all of this, Asmodeus is unable to muster an effective response.

It isn’t that he hasn’t considered the possibility of Tartarus growing stronger; quite the contrary, as the power of the Abyss has swelled so rapidly in recent years, the Lord of the Nine Hells had long discussed this matter with Laine.

Asmodeus is deeply worried, but when he posed his question, the Great Serpent was indifferent.

At the time, it casually assured the Lord of the Nine Hells that, despite appearances, the Abyss and Hell have always been intrinsically united, from beginning to end.

No matter how strong it becomes or how much Source Power it absorbs, Tartarus could never fundamentally transform completely abandoning Hell—this was a certainty from the start.

Even in the direst outcome, Hell should at least be able to devise a way to offset the influence of the other’s ascension without fracturing, giving Asmodeus some peace of mind.

But now that the moment has arrived, he realizes that perhaps reality isn’t as such.

In the depths of the Abyss, a brilliant light shines upon the universe.

Immense pressure bears down, and although the Abyss has not yet completed its Sublimation, its formidable strength already leaves the Lord of the Nine Hells feeling a sense of threat.

Is there really no impact? Observing the surrounding Law Chains, Asmodeus grows deeply skeptical.

If there’s no impact, then what is all this…?

“Heh heh… Why stop now, Cronus? Let us continue with our unfinished conversation.”

“As you can see, Tartarus’s performance today is indeed somewhat unexpected, even surprising to me, but that means you should be all the more willing to cooperate with me…”

“The structure of this plane is elaborate and full of potential, but it is still too weak… What, are you still worried that it can successfully cross this threshold and lead to the complete downfall of Hell? You can be reassured.”

“I assure you, that will absolutely not happen.”

The voice is calm, with a trace of amusement.

In the shadow of the divine palace, a figure in black is poised and composed.

Unfazed, Asmodeus returns his focus to the interior of the Divine Palace.

Without any irritation from having his thoughts exposed, the Lord of the Nine Hells seriously asks:

“You say it won’t happen. Why?”

“Although I may not understand domains greater than grandeur, nor do I claim profound knowledge of fate and the Divine King, I do understand Chaos, the Primordial Gods, and the world’s Order,” says the man in black, not one for suspense.

“Tartarus’s ascension indeed exceeds my understanding, and I don’t know what influences the success or failure of its Sublimation. Yet, at the very least, I can sense that the strength gradually coalescing from all creation is none other than Chaos itself.”

“Chaos… What a vast concept. But an existence like the Blood Mother Tree is already too much for the current world to tolerate. How could an Abyss eligible to wholly integrate everything beyond this world remain indifferent?”

“Therefore, it’s clear: since there is no reaction now, that in itself is its most direct response.”

“Tartarus’s Sublimation will not succeed… That is the judgment of this world on my behalf.”

Chaos… Chaos!

A surge of enlightenment wells up within him; piecing together the words of the man in black, Asmodeus feels as though he grasps something

Hell, the Ninth Circle.

In the divine palace resembling the once majestic Mount Othrys.

The void gently quivers, as chains of Law, substantial in their form, are stretched to their limits.

Countless rifts emerge and fade away, as if swaying perpetually between life and death.

With a stern expression, a growing solemnity fills the depths of Asmodeus’s eyes.

The hidden conversation is abruptly terminated, as the sudden transformation of Tartarus affects the very core of Purgatory.