Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 943 - 389 Memory

Chapter 943: Chapter 389 Memory Chapter 943 -389 Memory Passing through the rift in time and space, a crystal formed purely of memory plummeted from the Mortal Realm into the Abyss.

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Watching the memory heralded by Hermes as the “most important thing” swirl into the rotating black hole, Laine couldn’t help but feel curious by the side.

First of all, he ruled out that the other party genuinely wanted to express gratitude for the help, hence offering up their deeply hidden secret.

Then, what else could it be about Hermes that would make him act voluntarily?

“What have you offered to our lord?”

“A piece of destiny.”

“It comes from the memory of Lachesis, but whether it’s true or false, only the mighty Lord of Hell can discern.”

His expression solemn and reverent, at this moment, Hermes appeared like a prophet more versed than the Fates themselves.

“A piece of destiny?”

With a somewhat odd look, Laine gazed at Hermes before him, wanting to say something but ultimately kept silent.

The memory of Lachesis… The thoughts of True Gods aren’t so easily swayed.

Even for Laine himself, he often could only dilute things concerning his own essence, or strengthen and blur certain specific areas.

As for reading a deity’s thoughts like soul searching… under the shelter of an immortal essence, the innate gods of Chaos are not fooled by such tricks, let alone the very special Fates.

Had he never possessed the Divine Authority over [Memory], given the absolute Power within one’s own Domain, Laine might still have reservations.

But after trying it for himself, he could assert that without the support of an illogical force, no one could read the information in the mind of the Fates.

However, having said that, but observing Hermes who seemed to have foreseen some major future events, after a moment of hesitation, Laine chose to remain silent.

If it’s not from the Fates themselves, then the other party plans to project their own discovery onto destiny.

To masquerade as a prophet spying on destiny… He himself had done many similar things in the past.

He recalls back then, he was but a deity of meager Divine Power, and those listening to Prophecies were incarnations of Earth and masters of The Sky, vastly beyond in stature.

Yet, as the first deity of Chaos to gain consciousness, even in his weakness, Laine needed no one else’s name to vouch for his Prophecy.

By contrast, Hermes clearly lacked this ability.

Perhaps feeling his own name wasn’t credible enough, the Great Alchemist attributed this so-called fragment of destiny to Lachesis, attempting to make the “audience” believe the information he provided.

His expression gradually returned to calm, and with that thought, Laine was in no hurry to learn the specifics.

Once the Great Serpent has finished perusing, he would naturally find a way to know the content.

He just hopes that Hermes didn’t fabricate something too outrageous to present to him, or such brazen deception would at least require some response.

…

Swoosh—

The crystal shattered the air, leaping out from within the spinning dark mist.

Almost at the same time, on the central floating island in the Central Court, the Ancient Serpent received this ‘sacrifice’ from the Mortal Realm.

Concurring with its own suspicions, the Serpent of the Central Court didn’t believe this to be true destiny.

The memory of Lachesis cannot be read; it was likely, as it was in the past, a bold scam conceived on a whim by the audacious Hermes.

What he sought to accomplish with this, but know thy enemy, and you shall never be defeated.

His own past success depended on an understanding of destiny’s trajectory and judgment of the All Gods’ personalities.

Yet Hermes made such a choice without basic understanding of himself; it seems the casting of the Divine Artifact has made him a bit too conceited.

This is not good… but he himself would cure this ailment.

“Sss…”

“Asmodeus, since you’re here, let’s watch it openly together.”

“This is the Mortal Realm’s ‘believer’ offering me thanks, he claims it’s from the memory of the Fates, ‘the true destiny’—heh, after you watch it, remember to take Poseidon back with you.”

“He’s too noisy, my place is not a prison for detainees.”

With a low chuckle, the great serpent flicked its tongue. Pupils spinning slightly, it looked toward a spot in the nearby Void.

And as the words fell, space trembled. The next moment, the figure of the Lord of the Nine Hells slowly emerged.

“Alright.”

His gaze passing over the Sea Emperor bound atop the tree canopy, the black-haired, blood-eyed Monarch nodded with a smile.

He had been here for some time now, or rather, if the Serpent of the Central Court hadn’t suddenly started answering the prayers of its followers, he would have already taken Poseidon back to the bottom layer of Hell.

But now that there was an additional spectacle to behold, it would be no harm to wait a bit longer.

“A piece of destiny… What if this is true?”

“Anything is possible, the Father God once did not believe you could glimpse the future.”

Stepping in front of the Memory Crystal, although Asmodeus was also somewhat skeptical that the true future could be obtained so easily, he still harbored a sliver of hope.

To this, the Ancient Serpent neither agreed nor disagreed, and then reached out mentally to touch the crystal before it.

The crystal, composed of memory, burst into Flames, invisible vapors rose from the fire, gradually covering the entire space.

In the next moment, there was a dramatic shift between Heaven and Earth. Beside the towering canopy of Nodahill, the incarnations of both the Ancient Serpent and the Lord of the Nine Hells entered the ‘memory’ world.

However, to Asmodeus’s slight disappointment, there was nothing different here; it seemed just like Chaos’s Mortal Realm.