Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 837 - 319: The Falling Sword

Chapter 837: Chapter 319: The Falling Sword

On Mount Olympus, before the Golden Palace.

The man in black casually drew a circle on the ground.

A simple circle, an ordinary ring.

Aside from the fact that it happened to obscure the size of a few people with darkness, Achilles couldn’t discern any problems.

But this was obviously not that simple. Instinctively, the young hero believed it was a trap.

Just like the golden net from before, but to him who wielded the Divine Sword, that net was long since easy to deal with.

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“An agreement… what if I don’t accept your terms?”

Achilles asked in a deep voice, and the man in black didn’t get angry, instead he responded with a smile.

“Refusal, hahaha… If you can’t even handle a circle I casually drew, then I advise you not to claim the throne of the Divine King.”

“If Zeus were here, he would never be trapped so easily.”

“If you are so helpless faced with such a small trick, you might as well give up early, lest you become a laughingstock.”

“…”

“…Fine.”

After a moment of silence, looking at the black circle before him, Achilles finally nodded.

Even though he still believed this black circle was not simple, it didn’t deter his desire to try.

What the man in black said was true. He was once restrained by the golden net only because his strength at the time was less than that of a god.

He simply relied on the geographical advantage of the Mortal Realm, and once that advantage was lost, it was inevitable that he would be easily captured.

But things were different now.

Regardless of whether or not it was a trap, Achilles was confident he could break it with one strike.

“As you wish, in that case, I’ll give it a try.”

“But once I come out, don’t make excuses for Olympus’s Divine King!”

Having made up his mind, Achilles took a step into the black circle.

With the strongest spear, the strongest shield, and the martial skills he honed himself, the young hero believed nothing could stop him.

Moreover, perhaps this man in black didn’t realize, the sun was meant to pierce the darkness and bring light to the earth.

With the Divine Artifact in hand, he feared nothing.

Swish—

With one step, Achilles vanished into the black circle.

His figure was no longer visible, and that band of darkness still maintained its silence.

The man in black just smiled, then raised his head to look in the direction of the Golden Palace.

In the next moment, the gates of the Divine Palace slowly opened.

Zeus and a throng of gods emerged, apparently welcoming his arrival.

“Zeus, that circle… what is it?”

Hera asked softly, utterly unaware that the man in black heard her voice clearly.

Zeus knew this, but he openly responded.

“That is an entrance, also a window for realms in the material world.”

“And since the mortal stepped into this window, it means he entered the other’s domain.”

The Realm of Lightless, one of the most dangerous places in the world.

Even if he entered like this, he would inevitably suffer some hardship.

Even if this was just the manifestation of a realm in the material world, no mortal could break it open.

Thus, his goal was more or less achieved.

But…

“I wonder what my beloved daughter is doing now, if she stepped inside, would she be able to come out?”

There was no answer to this because logically speaking, the other party shouldn’t be able to come out either.

He smiled freely and stepped forward to welcome.

Since the other party had acted, it initially showed a tendency.

Only at this point did the alliance between the two have real value.

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A dark void.

Once stepping into that black circle, Achilles felt he lost all perception of light.

Everything seemed to dissipate in this darkness, even himself was no exception.

If it weren’t for the power of the Styx River flowing through him being so real, he might have thought he had already returned to the void.

“What is this place?”

Turning back, Achilles realized the danger here in an instant.

If the void was ‘something in nothing and nothing in something,’ then the darkness here turned everything into secrets, preventing any existence from connecting with another.

To any individual, all other concepts in this world seemed to sink to the bottom of the darkness.

Even if spoken aloud, the sound could not be heard.

Whoosh—

There was no sound, but the memories automatically filled the noise of moving backward in Achilles’ mind.

Like a song heard a hundred times, even if stopped, the melody seemed to continue playing.

However, moving in the direction of his memory, Achilles found himself still in darkness.

No light, no color, as if even time and distance had disappeared.

The young hero couldn’t even be sure if he had really moved or if it was all just an illusion.

“Good… good, as expected, extraordinary!”

He softly praised, the awkward feeling brought by ‘speaking’ and ‘silence’ made Achilles uncomfortable once more.

He had already witnessed the difficulties here, so next, he was going to break this darkness.

All other senses had been lost, but the Divine Artifact in his hand was still firmly gripped.

Gripping it with his right hand, Achilles conveyed his will to Laevatein.

Since you are the Sun, please dispel this darkness and bring warmth and light here!

“…”

“…”

“…”

A moment.

Two moments.

Three moments.

Uncertain of how much time had passed, within the boundless darkness, Achilles confirmed he had indeed wielded the Divine Artifact in his hand.

His sense of ‘time’ might have blurred, but Laevatein’s judgment should not have erred.

However, raising his hand to wield the sword, even trying to bring it up to his eyes, Achilles couldn’t perceive a glimmer of light from start to finish.

If not for the very real sensation, he might have believed he never had any Divine Artifact, only perpetual tranquility.

“Enough!”

“I’ve had enough of your tricks!”

Absolute silence brought absolute irritation, a feeling few had experienced.

Achilles didn’t know that future humans tried to create ‘soundless’ zones, proving no one could survive in such a place by practical attempts.

He only knew an unnamed unrest surged from his heart, making him eager to hear or see something.

A sword slashed down; if outside, it would be enough to overturn rivers and seas, but in this darkness, Achilles didn’t even know if he had really swung his sword.

Everything was ‘void,’ and all around was also ‘nothingness.’

This feeling drove him mad; for a moment, Achilles randomly chose a direction and started crazily flying upwards.

He didn’t know where this was or if there was an end; he just wanted to see something beyond darkness.

However, uncertain of how long had passed, he eventually found nothing.

The Divine Artifact in his hand should have unleashed immeasurable divine might, but Achilles didn’t feel it at all.

Everything seemed to be swallowed, not even leaving a remnant.

“Ah—!”

Pressing forward noisily with a few loud roars, yet the end was no different.

Achilles felt he was near his limit; he couldn’t hold on any longer.

Just at this moment, the young hero seemed to see hope.

“Wait… what’s that?!”

A light appeared, no, two lights!

Two tiny yet mighty points of light appeared there, distinct from this endless darkness.

Overjoyed, at this moment, Achilles felt he had never experienced such a joy of regained loss.

In that point of light, he seemed to see his sword and witnessed his own being.

So that’s it, the man in black transferred the light he created.

He thought he would give up but didn’t expect himself to persist until now!

No one could silence the power of the sun so invisibly, not even ten Ares combined could achieve that.

They might win, could suppress it with quantity, but after personally experiencing such boundless divine might, Achilles wouldn’t believe anyone could smooth out this power, as easily as smoothing a lifting hem.

“I won!”

Though he couldn’t hear, Achilles proclaimed loudly.

He believed the man in black could hear his words, and indeed that was the case.

In the next moment, the sound he had lost for a long time finally returned to his side. The most ordinary tone, now seemed like a moving symphony.

“You won… are you sure?”

“Ha, mortal, I’ll give you another chance. To bring light to this darkness, are you sure you’ve done it?”

“Of course, I’m sure!”

Eagerly, Achilles pointed to the distant light.

He no longer wanted to stay in this dark space, not for even a moment longer.

“Is that so…”

The voice was low, the man in black seemed to pause, then became meaningful.

Achilles inexplicably felt uneasy but didn’t retract his words.

“I won, didn’t I?”

“Ah, you won—not at all.”

“I asked you to make light, didn’t I?”

“That is the light I made, it was only stolen by you.”

Pointing calmly to the distance, Achilles asserted.

“But now I found it; your trick has been seen through by me.”

“How could a god break a promise with me?”

“Certainly not.”

Slightly shaking his head, the man in black smiled and questioned in return.

“I won’t break a promise, at least you’re not yet qualified. But mortal, have you truly seen yourself clearly?”

“What?”

No reply was given or needed anymore.

For at that moment, Achilles felt he was moving, drawing close to those two ‘lights’ that had been stolen.

But as he got nearer, as those flashing things grew bigger, the young hero suddenly realized their essence.

How could there have been any ‘light’ there? Residing there was merely a pair of eyes watching him and the Divine Artifact.

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Screech…

Boom—!

A loud noise, faint tremors shook the miles-long mountains.

Before the man in black, the band of darkness instantly disintegrated.

Clearly, without the support of its master’s power, this realm which shouldn’t exist in the material world was instantly rejected by the Law and returned to where it should.

“Mortal, as you can see, the outcome is decided, you lost.”

“So now, you should also return.”

Looking at Achilles, freed from the darkness, the man in black calmly spoke.

“Return… lost…?”

Just released from the darkness, standing back on solid ground.

Quietly mouthing these two words, Achilles felt like facing a formidable enemy.

In his heart, he wanted to retort, but he had no argument against his loss.

Besides, the power exhibited by the other in such a brief time made him fearful.

“Fine, you won, then I won’t bother anymore.”

Stepping back, Achilles felt the urge to retreat.

He planned to leave first, and then act after making clear the other’s background.

However, the man in black just shook his head, then slightly raised his hand.

“I told you to return, not to retreat.”

“Since you’ve lost, you must pay the victor.”

“Wherever you came from, return there again. And as for what you have, it doesn’t need to be returned, just… leave it behind.”

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Staring at Achilles, whose face was drastically changing, the man in black extended his hand and gently pushed.

In the next moment, the hero intending to raise his sword to fight was pushed back into the longsword, striking his chest.

Instantly, the Divine Sword Laevatein was knocked from his hand, tumbling down the Mountain, embedding itself in a huge boulder.

And he too fell, but did not stop at the same location—instead, he plunged endlessly toward the mortal realm.

“Styx River…”

The outstretched hand retracted, and the man in black opened his hand.

An eerie power hovered in his palm, causing the gods observing it to feel endless chill.

Beside the man in black, Zeus, having witnessed everything, stepped forward with keen interest, watching the falling mortal.

“Did he return to the mortal realm? Did he go back to Silvermoon City?”

“Of course not.”

“If he returned, how could you rest easy?”

The smile stayed, and the man in black gently flicked his wrist, turning the dark power into a piece of paper.

The power of the Styx River, indeed somewhat extraordinary.