Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 713 - 254: Casting the ’Sword

Chapter 713: Chapter 254: Casting the ‘Sword

Huala—

Piercing through the sky, across the vast sea, through the place where Amon-Ra had previously battled the deities, nothing could stop Apep.

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As a world-destroying demon god, born almost simultaneously with the primordial sun god, wandering in the void outside the mortal world, Apep felt at home.

It had been restrained for too long; swallowing the sun only slightly appeased its endless desire for destruction. Now, with another deliciously oversized ‘snack’ within reach, the chaotic serpent’s eyes shone with divine light.

It looked intimidating, but it was the one that was truly untouchable! Opening its mouth once more, like a basilisk swallowing an elephant, endless chaos and destruction intertwined between its lips and teeth, and even Ra, standing nearby, felt somewhat alarmed by the near-end implications.

Luckily, the sun had not been truly destroyed, and the symbol of world destruction had not yet reached its peak. Otherwise, even Ra could not be sure how powerful Apep would become.

“Roar—”

The roar was like both a dragon and a serpent, with specks of golden light emanating from Apep’s belly. The sun was still struggling; from a godly standpoint, it was like a black snake holding the great day in its mouth, emerging from the sea.

Its height and length unknowable, primordial water rose in towering waves, while the ever-expanding great serpent devoured the heavens and the earth, swallowing what lay before it.

“Roar…”

A low, slightly joyous sound came from its mouth; at this moment, Apep felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

It seemed as if the meaning of its existence was about to be fulfilled, its eternal and monotonous serpentine life reaching perfection.

But in the next moment, a tearing sensation spread from its serpent head, forcing apart the clenched snake jaws. With eyes glaring with rage, Apep swallowed forcefully, determined not to let out what had entered its mouth!

Rip—

Cracks began to appear along the edges of the snake’s mouth, as though to signal defeat.

The great mouth that should have closed was being forced open bit by bit, then expanding wider and wider.

As if gods and demons were locked in combat, Apep was clearly outmatched. Even though the scenes of world destruction constantly enhanced its strength, as long as the Eight Primordial Spirits existed, the world was far from destruction’s edge.

It seemed to happen in an instant, yet felt as though it lasted an eternity. At some point, Apep finally reached its limit.

Through the gaps in its upper and lower jaws, the sound of tearing flesh echoed upon the primordial water.

The painful cries continued, the giant serpent body split in two.

“Roar—!”

Swish—

The sun, which had been swallowed by the great serpent, leaped out, speckled with black spots. But at this moment, no one cared about the sun; Ra’s gaze was entirely fixed on the Outer God.

Tearing apart Apep was indeed formidable, but he knew that the reason this world-destroying demon god rendered all generations of suns powerless was never due to simple strength but because it was undying and immortal.

It possessed no such thing as godhood, no concept of a soul, no ‘ka’ or ‘ba’ like the Egyptian gods.

It was the embodiment of chaos itself, the representation of the destruction of all things. Ra had no means to eliminate it; did the world beyond have such power?

“Hiss—”

“Hiss—”

Split in two, even with the sun escaping, Apep’s ferocity remained unchanged.

Or rather, as the world declined and its strength rose, it lost even the last of its instincts.

The stronger an existence, the harder it was to maintain its personality; the closer it came to Source Power, the more it was assimilated by it.

Without a moment’s pause, the torn halves of the body automatically repaired themselves in rolling black smoke, transforming into two black snakes lunging forward.

The gap in strength between itself and the deity before it was clear, but it only desired destruction. Whether it destroyed others or itself.

Boom—!

Primordial water surged, as if a protracted battle between gods and demons was about to erupt.

Amon-Ra watched from the sidelines, thinking it might be good to see his two greatest enemies fight each other before his final battle.

However, in the next moment, Ra’s eyes narrowed sharply.

The scene before him was quite unexpected.

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The fourth layer of the Spirit Realm, the All-Spirit Realm.

Black and white colors swirled endlessly, and the massive Well of Reincarnation stood in the center of the world.

The River of Oblivion snaked through it, countless souls being drained of their memories, judged, and then reborn.

As one of the three inherent Stygian Rivers with partial authority over the Underworld, much like how Styx constantly drew power from vows, it too gained something from submerged memories.

These beings’ most precious wealth continuously nourished it, allowing it to grow stronger just like its neighbors.

Standing beside the Well of Reincarnation, Erinys of Autumn and The End dutifully fulfilled her responsibilities as always.

Divine light fell around, and the deceased souls were reincarnated according to standard samsara. With memories long washed away, there was no struggle or reluctance, and the scene was peaceful and harmonious.

Hua…

…

Huala…

…

Hualala…

“Hmm?”

With a shift in demeanor, Erinys’s eyes grew sharp.

The river of the River of Oblivion suddenly churned abnormally, catching her attention.

In today’s All-Spirit Realm, only the River of Oblivion connected to the outside, while other channels of communication had long been sealed.

Such an unusual change was likely a harbinger of an outsider.

Hualala—!

The water slapped against the riverbed, and countless souls floated unsteadily within.

Erinys made a decisive move and tried to connect with the samsara through her will.