Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Olympus, King of Mountains.

Nearly ten thousand years ago, before the last epoch had ended.

To escape the conflict between the Titans and the new gods, and also weary of the battles among divine beings.

The Ancient Mountain God, Ourea, offered his ancient divine body, plunging himself into eternal sleep, transforming into the mountains piercing through the nine layers of clouds.

From that day on, two generations of Divine Kings, one in the east, one in the west, stood at the peaks of separate mountains on the Mount of the Gods gazing at each other.

Upon the earth, deities from both sides fought fiercely, shedding blood.

The mountains and rivers were torn apart, living beings fell like wheat.

But in contrast, Olympus remained unharmed.

As if Ourea's longing was fulfilled, he finally avoided the bloodshed among these deities... until the arrival of this epoch.

Gaia, Typhon, Blood Sun, Proud Sun... one after another, these existences shook its mountain body, even the palaces on the Mount of the Gods had to be rebuilt several times.

Ourea ultimately couldn't escape these, even though he was in eternal slumber with

Olympus, King of Mountains.

Nearly ten thousand years ago, before the last epoch had ended.

To escape the conflict between the Titans and the new gods, and also weary of the battles among divine beings.

The Ancient Mountain God, Ourea, offered his ancient divine body, plunging himself into eternal sleep, transforming into the mountains piercing through the nine layers of clouds.

From that day on, two generations of Divine Kings, one in the east, one in the west, stood at the peaks of separate mountains on the Mount of the Gods gazing at each other.

Upon the earth, deities from both sides fought fiercely, shedding blood.

The mountains and rivers were torn apart, living beings fell like wheat.

But in contrast, Olympus remained unharmed.

As if Ourea's longing was fulfilled, he finally avoided the bloodshed among these deities... until the arrival of this epoch.

Gaia, Typhon, Blood Sun, Proud Sun... one after another, these existences shook its mountain body, even the palaces on the Mount of the Gods had to be rebuilt several times.

Ourea ultimately couldn't escape these, even though he was in eternal slumber.

Fortunately, in his unique "Ancient God's Dream," having relinquished everything, the divine being did not suffer any pain.

On the contrary, he lived quite comfortably in his dream.

There, he was the center of the world, the origin of all things, eternally enjoying stability and tranquility, also using his existence to stabilize thousands of ever-unfolding dreams.

It was for this reason that the White Dragon, through Eros's dream, secretly observed the conversations in the Land of Reincarnation.

Liana naturally knew about this, but she didn't plan to destroy Olympus after all.

After all, though this mountain is Zeus's stronghold, he might be the one most eager for the Spirit Realm to bring it down.

And without this Eastern Heavenly Pillar, Atlas is destined to fail in his task of bearing the sky.

Ultimately, this responsibility will be imposed on the Spirit Realm... and the Divine King can use this as an opportunity to summon greater power, which he would use against the Spirit Realm in the future.

"But you won't get your way... perhaps this Mount of the Gods will eventually collapse, but it won't collapse by my hands."

"And today, I only need to fulfill my duties."

With a whisper in her heart, Liana took a step forward, her figure had already arrived in the Mortal Realm.

Surging divine power surrounded her, yet the Laws of Order could not prevail over this true god exercising authority.

At the end of her sight, the Mount of the Gods loomed from afar.

And as she openly announced her arrival, it seemed the deities on Olympus also noticed her presence.

But Liana didn't care, because today, the only one who could be her opponent was the Divine King's avatar left here.

A sneak attack?

No, it wouldn't be, and it had no meaning.

Because the reason she personally intervened was not to destroy a heavenly queen's palace or to support mortal believers in any way.

From ancient times to now, only those who offer faith to the master have angels to serve their thoughts, not mortals.

A palace of Hera's, entrusted to the trio governing Spring, Summer, and Autumn, would suffice.

As for the rest... it would all be resolved by her.

"Princess Liana?"

A flame shot out from the Mount of the Gods.

It stopped not far from the shadow of the Nether Moon, as Hestia looked with surprise at this rare visitor.

The Lord of the Spirit Realm's most trusted lieutenant, was she here for matters regarding Ares... unaware that Zeus was also there at the moment, the Goddess of Hearthfire offered a gentle smile.

In fact, she had long wanted to meet Liana.

Since Achilles stormed the Mount of the Gods, Hestia felt that the development of a series of events was somewhat abnormal.

And to understand the reason behind this, directly conversing with a deity from the Spirit Realm was the simplest way.

But the Gods of the Spirit Realm were reclusive, and she hadn't had the opportunity to converse with them before... stepping forward, the Goddess of Hearthfire wanted to say something.

However, at that moment, a hand rested on her shoulder.

"Who—Zeus?"

"It's me."

He spoke calmly as the avatar of the Divine King emerged from behind her.

"My respected sister, leave the welcoming of the Goddess of the Nether Moon to me, what do you think?"

"I..."

"No need."

She said lightly, as the shadow of the Nether Moon behind Liana seemed to grow increasingly real.

"There's no need for a false welcome... today, I came for one reason only."

"For what, for something my queen has never done?"

His expression remained calm, the same on earth, the same under the sovereign order, no synchronization difference existed between the Divine King's body and his avatar.

So whatever happened there, he naturally was aware of it.