Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 876 - 352: Collection

In the small city, just as covert as when he arrived,

Laine left the place without making a sound, with the help of a creek that ran through the city.

Although mortals had become much stronger than they once were, there were still insurmountable gaps between them and the deities in many respects.

As long as he didn't want to stir up unnecessary trouble, the Sea Elder could still come and go freely in this well-guarded city.

And because of this sudden news, Laine immediately changed his subsequent plans.

He promptly found Andrea and informed her that he would handle the issue in the East Sea.

"Sea Emperor Poseidon once competed with the Goddess of Wisdom for the sovereignty of Athens, and though he generously left that spring of salt water within the City of Athens afterwards, everyone knows that the Sea Emperor has never been a forbearing deity."

"Moreover, the kingdom upon the sea might not compare to the land, but it does have the advantage of terrain."

"If we do not wish the war to reach the capital just yet, then we must prevent the enemy's warships from approaching the coast, from catching sight of the walls of Athens."

Laine wasn't just looking for an excuse as he slowly articulated his views.

In fact, he believed that the recent commotion at sea might indeed have something to do with the deities, but probably not much to do with Poseidon.

After all, unlike the deities on Mount of the Gods, this Earthshaking Sea God has never had much affection for the Divine King, and even tends to overstep his bounds in daily affairs.

So much so that Zeus, at one point, became quite annoyed with him and had to put in the effort to catch him in a fault and then personally deliver a decisive punishment.

The walls of Troy were created in this manner; they were built brick by brick by Poseidon, and the king who refused to pay him was thereby committing a great sin of impiety.

So from this perspective, it seemed Poseidon wouldn't be too keen on cooperating with the Olympus offensive.

"It's probably bait... but not intended to lure Athens."

"On the contrary, this is an opportunity to draw Poseidon away from his temple."

"No matter what, Nereus would never initiate an attack on the Sea Emperor, as he knows full well what that would mean."

"As long as Zeus becomes aware of his intentions, the Divine King would not only not stop him but might even let it happen."

"However, when everything is over, Zeus would also inevitably have to come forward regretfully and announce that Poseidon no longer has the capability to govern the sea."

"And as the Monarch of All Gods, the Divine King would take up this heavy burden in his stead."

As he pondered, Laine did not voice his conjecture.

Just like humans, there has always been a large disparity in wisdom among the gods.

Some are fools who cannot see the situation clearly, while others are cautious, every move deliberate.

"I understand. Mr. Aiven, just remember to be careful."

"The Shield of Aegis from the Goddess still protects Athens, and merely with the deities from the ocean, it is impossible to breach the capital of the kingdom."

"If the situation turns dire, retreat back to the city first. A momentary victory or defeat counts for nothing."

With a grave expression, Andrea softly advised.

She wouldn't be going back. The city near the frontlines already bore the scent of war, and the soldiers following her needed to be able to see their monarch.

"Alright, I will."

"Still, those are just minor nations upon the sea; it's far from reaching that point."

"Now that you also have quite a few more helpers, I imagine there won't be many problems here for a while."

Laine nodded slightly, then after some final instructions, he turned and left.

There was no problem going to the sea, but before leaving, he needed to prepare some items.

Objectively speaking, relying solely on the Sacred Power from the Earthly Python to cast Divine Arts, a human body really does not stand much chance in handling Sea Emperor Poseidon at sea.

After all, unlike the Fates, who are mechanism deities, Poseidon does not have any obvious weaknesses.

So even with the covert assistance of Nereus, Laine needed to secure a few items to aid him.

...

Creak—

Winding through the city, he finally arrived outside a secluded warehouse.

Pushing open the dusty doors, he shook off the soot that coated the floor.

Laine wasn't sure how long this place had been abandoned, but it seemed to be for more than just a year or two.

Closing the large doors behind him, his gaze swept over the surroundings.

In this empty warehouse, there was nothing extra, just a faint musty and smoky smell.

"This is the place."

He nodded briefly and then moved forward.

He took a specially prepared pale blue paint and started drawing complex runes on the ground with his hands.

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The lines were erratic and varied in depth.

Not two-dimensional symbols, these were a kind of three-dimensional text.

If there were spellcasters who were experts in the study of space witnessing this, they might see it as something from a divine scripture.

Because these casually drawn runes were explaining coordinates in an incredibly succinct way and connecting to the spacetime of this place.

This was a typical transport array pattern, crude, casual, but effective.

Compared to the usual way deities and their worshippers communicate, transferring only things that can be converted into energy, the array before Laine could undoubtedly transfer physical matter.

After a short while, as the last familiar yet foreign mirror-like symbol appeared on the ground, Laine stepped back half a pace, vacating the area on the floor.

Faintly, as the symbol representing the Splear Mirror was drawn, sensations of searing heat and corruption seemed to already begin permeating through space and time.

Stretching out a finger, Laine finally lit a source of light at the center of the array patterns.

It represented himself, the spatial power that acted as a medium, and the entity to be communicated with.

Logically, there should have been three sources of light for the ritual, but for Laine, the three represented entities were in fact one and the same.

Activating the array patterns, he watched as a pale purple light flowed along the path of the runes.

Laine sliced open his finger, then touched the ground with it.

"..."

"Great Serpent that encircles the Central Court."

"Earthly Python that devours All Spirits."

"Origin and terminus of all worlds' sins."

"I pray to you in my name."

"Please open the gateway to your domain, connecting Chaos with the Mortal Realm."

An unspeakable language was chanted with sounds no human could produce, causing the runes on the ground to immediately ignite.

This crudely drawn array pattern would not hold for long, at most a moment before collapsing, but for Laine, that was enough.

The burning flames convened in the Void, ultimately forming a ring of light.

Moments later, a transparent crystal bottle fell through it, followed by a tightly sealed box with no gaps.

Vaguely, the laws of the present world seemed to respond—power that did not belong to It had emerged, and It instinctively sought to expel it.

However, before this reaction truly began, the flames were extinguished, and the phenomenon returned to nothingness.

Walking forward unhurriedly, Laine picked up the fallen items, holding both in his hands.

Inside the crystal bottle, one could see a misty liquid, sometimes gathering, sometimes separating.

A sense of surrealism washed over him as if it were some exquisite delicacy.

However, Laine knew that anyone who consumed it would inevitably be driven uncontrollably toward death.

This was a relic from long ago; ever since it fell into his hands thousands of years ago, the crystal bottle had been locked deep within the treasury, never again known to anyone.

It was a legacy from the Nine Realms, refined from Hvergelmir Spring's waters, Ymir's blood, and certain dreadful things.

Its toxicity was unrivaled in the Nine Realms, and almost nothing could prevent the poison from taking effect.

With the passage of time, it had ended up in Laine's hands along with Odin's treasury.

And in the Chaos World, after years of refinement by Laine, it had become even more terrifying.

Despair at the brink of death, shattered arrogance, spiritual decay, even the Poison Blood left by Typhon… apart from still being unable to break the undying nature of the gods, the effect of this poison exceeded anyone's imagination.

And most crucially, in a certain sense, it had no relation to the Spirit Realm.

After all, since coming to this world, this crystal bottle had never existed in the outside world for a moment.

No matter how one would investigate, it was a deadly poison from Hell.

With it, Poseidon and the Sea Clan's conventional strength would not matter much, and all subsequent inquiries would be ineffective.

Even the Fates of Chaos could not obtain information prior to the destruction of Alien Realm— the only conclusion they could draw was that it originated from an existence within Tartarus.

"In the end, I still made use of you."

Nodding slightly, with Nereus's covert aid, Laine did not believe Poseidon had any chance of evasion.

So the only thing left to worry about was whether he would resist at any cost at the most dangerous moment.

Fortunately, Laine was not unprepared for this either— the wooden box had come for this reason.

With the contents inside, no matter how Sea Emperor Poseidon planned to choose, there would no longer be a second possibility.

"Mm… It shouldn't be a problem."

"Three leaves, actually, there's no need for so many."

"After dealing with Poseidon, when handling the Fates, perhaps it will also reduce a lot of trouble."

"It's a pity that such Alien Realm items become fewer every time one is used."

"And it is wise not to reveal the products of the Spirit Realm for now."

The three leaves carried some powers, by virtue of Alien Realm's laws.

And since they were not creations of Chaos, their origins also could not be traced.

The disappearance of Poseidon would not go unnoticed as the departure of a True God from the Mortal Realm would prompt turmoil in the laws and attract the attention of All Gods.

Thus, before acting, Laine had to ensure, even if Erebus himself took action, the only answer he would find is Abyss.

"Alright… it's done."

He stowed everything away and then smoothed over the remaining traces.

Laine then pushed open the great door, slowly walking out of the remote warehouse.

Everything was in readiness; now, he could set off directly.

He would first head to Athens and then wait and see what Nereus intended to do.