Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 948 - 392 Underground

Chapter 948: Chapter 392: Underground Chapter 948 -392: Underground Passing through nine layers of clouds, stepping upon the sea of clouds below.

It wasn’t long before Mount Olympus was within sight.

Lifted by a blaze of fire, Hestia passed over the layered and varied-colored palaces, heading straight to the gates of the Golden Palace at the mountain’s summit.

The palace of the Divine King, as solemn and majestic as ever, bathed its sacred brilliance all around. Much to the Goddess’s surprise, however, the doors to the Divine Palace were sealed shut, and she felt no trace of Zeus’s presence.

“Where is the Divine King? Where has he gone?”

Zeus was evidently not here. Her mind swept across Mount Olympus from top to bottom, but still, Hestia found no sign of him.

With a slight frown, the Goddess of Hearthfire had no choice but to address the two guards stationed at the gate who might as well have been part of the décor.

If she wasn’t mistaken, her brother was likely out seeking pleasure again… With her lips pursed tightly, Hestia didn’t know what to say about him.

After all, if Hera’s status as the Marriage Guardian were to be ignored, it was merely one of Zeus’s personal preferences. Hestia had prepared herself for the lack of a satisfactory answer, but to her surprise, the two guards unexpectedly had a response for her.

“Your Highness, not long ago, His Majesty returned to Mount Olympus from the Underworld. After summoning both the Goddess of Life and the God of Craftsmanship, he swiftly departed.”

“Before leaving, His Majesty instructed that he would soon make an important announcement, and all deities willing to obey him should gather. However, since Your Highness was not on Mount Olympus at the time, we were entrusted with the duty to relay his message.”

“Additionally, apart from you, the gods from the Underworld and the vast ocean were also among those invited. Since the Wind Gods were absent, the task of delivering the message was personally carried out by Iris, the servant of the Heavenly Empress.”

“An important announcement?”

Upon hearing this, Hestia was momentarily taken aback, as she hadn’t expected such a result.

Filled with curiosity but refraining from asking further, she knew these two attendants were merely conveying Zeus’s will and most likely unaware of the specific details.

However, this kind of solemn notification was something she hadn’t encountered in a long time. Moreover, neither Hades—the King of the Underworld—nor Poseidon—the Sea Emperor—had set foot on the Earth’s surface in ages.

What matter could be so significant as to warrant such an elaborate summons from Zeus, even calling back his brothers whom he barely tolerated?

With a slightly eased expression, Hestia was oblivious that her other brother had already returned to the side of the Father God.

The Goddess felt that Zeus had at least done something commendable this time, remembering his distant brother when it came time to announce a major event.

It was good to gather; ever since the three brothers had parted ways, there had scarcely been occasions to be together. Given a chance, she would also like to hear about their lives in the vast seas and the Underworld.

A place like the Underworld seemed so desolate and isolated, indeed.

“Very well, I understand. Continue to guard this place.”

With a slight nod of acknowledgment, she turned and left. Since Zeus wasn’t there, there was no need for the Goddess of Hearthfire to linger any longer.

Mortal affairs, though important, were not urgent.

After all, even though the Olympian Gods were now more aware of the passage of time than the Titans Deities of old, they still did not regard such fleeting moments with much concern.

Just like the disturbances above the vast seas that seemed obvious to some, to the gods of the earth, hardly anyone took notice.

At most, they perceived the abnormal turmoil of the East Sea, but none would have thought that the immortal Deity, the Sea Emperor anointed by the Divine Court, would have departed the Mortal Realm.

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In their eyes, Poseidon was likely merely involved in another debacle and was now probably recuperating in his own domain. After all, the affairs of the ocean had always been managed by the Ancient Sea Gods—with or without Poseidon, it didn’t seem that important.

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If in this era, Mount Olympus could be considered the heart of The East, then the entire land of The East might well be regarded as the center of the Mortal World.

Despite thousands of years of human development, Humanity has only occupied the vast land east of Mount Olympus, with much of the rest of the world still wild and untamed.

Ever since the fall of Typhon, countless demons have scattered across the Earth, indelible Evil Creatures have spread wildly.

The roadside weeds, the birds and beasts by the mountains, or even a clump of soil, a stone—they could all be influenced by that once fleeting and strange sunlight that shone upon the Mortal Realm, becoming entirely different from their former selves.

Even after several attempts at eradication by the All Gods, they ultimately had no success. The Evil Creatures were relentless and seemingly impossible to annihilate.

Provided a spark remained, it might well ignite into flames again after a long while. Thus, the All Gods had no option but to let go of the trivial, turning a blind eye to most of the lesser Evil Creatures.

As a result, Evil Gods who accidentally acquired Divinity, criminals who were banished from human Kingdoms, and even some intelligent lifeforms different from Humans—many of these beings rejected by human All Countries and deities have mostly migrated here to continue their existence through a primitive way of life.

And the All Gods, for their part, had to abandon their pursuit of them.

After all, in a Mortal World where the true majesty of a True God could not be shown, purging the entire Mortal World would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

As long as the core of humanity remained in their grasp, there was no need to thoroughly exterminate these outcasts.

And today, to the west of Mount Olympus, beyond endless mountains and rivers, near a secluded stream, a group of strange yet beautiful beings emerged one by one from a dark cavernous opening.