Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 942 - 388 Report_2

Chapter 942: Chapter 388 Report_2 Chapter 942 -388 Report_2 “Activate your barren brain, not your useless muscles. Perhaps, a flash of inspiration might lead me to release you.”

Underneath the sky of the Central Court, the tone infused with mockery, malice almost overflowing from the eyes.

The ‘Sun’ above illuminates the canopy of Nodahill, where a disheveled figure is impaled by the branches of the Divine Wood through the spine.

Blue hair cascaded down, covering the ferocious face of Poseidon.

Yet upon hearing this voice, the only response from the Sea Emperor is to swear vehemently.

“Shut up, monster!”

“Son of the World will not submit to you twisted lackeys, I, Lord of the Sea, will never bow to you crazed creatures!”

Full of vigor, it appears Poseidon looks wretched, but he hasn’t suffered much torment since being abducted to Hell.

At least compared to the God of the Stars, Astraeus, his treatment is relatively good right now.

However, Poseidon seems not to realize his own luck, though the power gap is vast, the struggle of the Sea Emperor never ceased.

Hmm…it seems slightly off from Poseidon’s usual character. At least the Serpent of the Central Court distinctly remembered that at the end of the Second Era, the adversary showed no such fearlessness in the face of its ‘father’.

Thus, after slight testing, considering the very limited intelligence of the other, the Ancient Serpent quickly discerned the reason.

In Poseidon’s eyes, he seems to have regarded Hell similar to the Blood Mother Tree. A long time ago, when Laine obliterated that Fantasy World, the Divine King seemed to have received some message, giving out a cryptic prophecy.

‘Be wary of the Outsider’—just a fragmented sentence, without a specific target.

Previously, ever since Typhon’s death, due to the longstanding peace, All Gods had pushed it out of mind.

But with Poseidon’s personal descent into Hell, he seemed to have determined that what Zeus said might indeed pertain to the Great Serpent in front of him.

After all, the creations forged by the power of the Blood Mother Tree are all mighty, and none of them humanoid.

And having witnessed the fall of the God of Sun, considering himself a member of the ‘Son of the World’, Poseidon’s fighting spirit was forced to surge.

After all, the consequence of surrender is merely erosion, and with Poseidon’s personality, it’s better to curse heartily.

“Heh, Lord of the Sea.”

“Lord of the Sea who can only sow seeds, whose sole dominion was handed over by others under pressure from Zeus.”

“Compared to your brothers, you are equally useless.”

Unconcerned by Poseidon’s curses, the Ancient Serpent’s retort struck home. It conveniently sealed Poseidon’s mouth, not affording him the chance to retort.

It won’t be long before he seeks out his old father. Whatever he thinks now, it’s not worth any extra effort on its part.

Regarding teaching children, Asmodeus will probably know how to rectify his wayward son’s erroneous thoughts, along with providing a heart-wrenching lesson.

Shifting its gaze from Poseidon, the Serpent of the Central Court habitually glanced at the third layer of Hell.

Hypnos has yet to return, its whereabouts unknown.

The Great Serpent was certain, it wasn’t imprisoned. Only their link severed, a faint sense of perception remaining.

“Hiss—”

Low hissing noise, the Serpent of the Garden withdrew its gaze.

Not wanting to return, or facing some troubles, it hardly mattered since there was no need for Hypnos recently.

It’s better to leave him outside, and if needed to venture out, then to bring him back conveniently.

“…”

“…Great…”

“…”

“…I…”

“Hmm?”

The sound of beings praying came from a distance, yet unlike the usual casual prayers, this belonged to another ‘self’s exclusive ‘channel’.

With a slight stir of thoughts, the Serpent of the Central Court slightly inclined its head, trailing the insubstantial line of faith with its will.

If it were any other beings, such an act would crash their souls instantly.

But since it was another ‘self,’ there was no need to worry about such problems.

“What’s the matter?”

Thoughts passed through layers of Void, extending from Hell to the material world.

The Earthly Python noticed that beside ‘itself’, there was another figure, and in his hand, there was a familiar aura.

[Draupnir]…

Slightly startled, the Serpent of the Central Court immediately probed into the Void surrounding Nodahill.

Near the crown of the tree, there was a hidden venue, a secret vault sealed layer by layer.

Long before the Divine left Chaos, some objects that didn’t involve the operation of the Spirit Realm but might still be needed, had already been moved here.

The poison that knocked down Poseidon and the leaves from Yggdrasil originated from there, and so did the real [Draupnir].

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As the Earthly Python’s thoughts delved in, that alchemical Divine Artifact, more symbolically significant than practical, was indeed properly placed there, without any sign of loss.

“Cough cough…”

In the Mortal Realm, on Navarin Island, Hermes looked at the crude altar in front of him, feeling secretly astonished.

In his experience, the descent of the Gods was never this simple.

Even the thoughts that didn’t involve strength typically required Divine Materials and only statues worshipped for hundreds of years could withstand their extending will.

Moreover, no Deity could tolerate neglect from their own believers, so every call to a Deity was often accompanied by grand ceremonies.

But at this moment, right in front of him, that grand and undeniable thought crossed time and space, its formidable power stirring the void around.

It seemed that this indeed was an existence who didn’t care about superficial fame…

While secretly amazed, facing the inquiry of the Great Divine Power, Hermes dared not delay.

“I render my homage—”

“The grand serpent that encircles the Central Court.”

“The Earthly Python that devours All Spirits.”

“The origin and end of all sins across the worlds—”

“I am here to impudently call upon your Saint; merely to thank you for the hand you’ve extended to me… for this, I am willing to offer you my most important possession.”

“Speak.”

Above the altar, a black space-time vortex slightly trembled, and a towering voice like the sky echoed.

Hearing this, Hermes stretched out his hand and handed over a Crystal Stone.

Enclosed within it were his memories, concerning the shadow that obliterated worlds, and the collapse of the Fantasy World.

Of course, the Great Alchemist had tampered with it slightly.

He excluded his own existence, disguising everything as findings after the binding and alchemy of the Fates.

Faking in front of a great Divine Power is indeed a terrifying act; once discovered, it would almost certainly provoke thunderous fury.

But if this was ‘originally’ memory ‘extracted’ from someone else, even if signs of editing were spotted, it seemed like there wouldn’t be anything wrong.

Moreover, Hermes believed that he had studied the memories of sentient beings for a long time. In this regard, he did have some experience.

Furthermore, presently, the Great Alchemist had also utilized the authority of power.

The Goddess of Titans, the mother of the nine Muses, Ancestor of [Memory] and [Scripture], and another lover of Zeus.

In such circumstances, unless he happened to encounter the True God who mastered [Memory] of this world, there truly weren’t many possibilities of being exposed.

“It’s strange to say.”

“In the Fantasy World, gods that exist in the current era are mostly present.”

“Even if there are occasional mishaps, they seem not to be very significant entities.”

“Yet as one of the Twelve Titans, Mnemosyne in reality has not only not married Zeus but instead has vanished. Even in the records of history, there’s never any content related to her as the Goddess of Memory…”

Hermes didn’t know why, but he didn’t encounter any special problems when summoning the Goddess’s projection.

Therefore, the authority of [Memory] should still exist in reality, as for where it is… well, he wouldn’t just accidentally come across it anyway.