Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 874 - 350: The Undercurrents Beneath the Sea

The vast expanse of the East Sea could not be crossed overnight.

The distance between Silver Moon City and the ocean was even more considerable, with reefs obstructing the way.

Without a familiar helmsman, navigating the Alchemy Ship Body back to land, Heracles would likely need more time than during the initial voyage.

Fortunately, the great hero was not without tasks to occupy himself. Aboard the early ship, he tried to seek knowledge of bygone days from Prometheus.

History, writing, and the true nature of the deity—the Forethinker was an open book.

Like water in a sponge, Heracles absorbed these things he lacked.

Nothing disturbed the vessel beneath the water's surface, allowing the great hero a rare period of peace.

However, compared to the entire ocean, the alchemy ship was still inconsequential.

Not long after Heracles left the Sea Eye, a tall and burly blue-haired man strode into the palace complex beneath the Southeast Continent's ocean junction point.

Diverse Water Tribe members bowed to him, while a beautiful Nymph came forward to greet him.

Yet, the blue-haired man simply waved his hand, and a surge of water moved them from his sight.

Floors of sky-blue stones were laid, and gemstones were embedded on the pillars within the palace.

But in this moment, the Sea Emperor found them an eyesore.

There was a time when this palace built atop the ocean was his proudest achievement, symbolizing the subjugation of the Primordial Sea God lineage to his rule.

As time passed, Poseidon could no longer feel a sense of accomplishment.

Since obtaining the palace, the domain controlled by the Sea Emperor had ceased to advance.

The old lineages of Sea Gods were gradually recovering from the errors of the epochal transition, and the Ocean God was as formidable as ever.

Without Great Divine Power, no one could defeat the alliance of Oceanus and Thaesis on the ocean, and Poseidon was certainly no exception.

Thus, the grand plans of the Sea Emperor came to a halt, and Poseidon could only stay within his small domain, contributing to the biodiversity of the Chaos World.

In itself, this wasn't so bad, especially considering his brothers, Zeus and Hades, didn't have it easy at first either.

It wasn't until the Divine King overcame Mother Earth on Mount Olympus that Poseidon awoke to reality.

Perhaps he had simply been diligently 'toiling' away, but Zeus certainly had not.

But realization was one thing; the environment Poseidon faced was still fraught with danger.

Therefore, the Earth-shaking deity had no choice but to act as if nothing had happened, continuing life as it had been for thousands of years.

Yet perhaps it was a sense of inequality deep in his heart, feeling he once just missed grasping the title of Divine King.

Each time he encountered Zeus, Poseidon's mood would turn sour for several days, this time being no exception.

With a heavy heart, the Sea Emperor sat alone on his throne.

Zeus had grown stronger, even to the extent that the Primordial Gods now personally paid homage to him as Divine King.

"Damn it!"

"As the ruler of the seas, how dare they not heed my command!"

"And you, Zeus... you may have won, but don't expect me to grovel before you!"

The resentful mutter echoed within the palace, causing the surrounding tens of miles of ocean to tremble slightly.

After an unknown duration, Poseidon finally calmed down.

Inside The Temple, all was quiet.

"Hmph."

A scoff sounded, releasing some pent-up emotions.

Poseidon's complexion improved slightly, and he thought for a moment before preparing to continue his favorite 'work.'

After all, the current Zeus was not someone he could catch up with in a short period, so why not contribute more to the ocean?

As a qualified Sea Emperor, Poseidon felt he was quite capable.

At least in terms of optimizing marine life bloodline levels, only the Father of Monsters could compare to him.

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Swish—

Thousands of miles away from the Sea Emperor's Temple, a sea breeze brushed by, raising a few layers of waves.

Just as Poseidon's Divine Chariot descended from the horizon into the sea at the same moment, the current swirled tumultuously.

Amidst the waves, a vast idea seemed to project from a distant place and soon attached itself to the waves.

Not long after, another trail of light streaked across the sky from the direction Poseidon returned.

Shortly after, the light dove into the sea, making a turn and heading straight towards the waves.

Soon enough, the kindly faced old man emerged from the sea floor.

After a brief sensation, he located the entity he sought.

Strictly speaking, this sea territory had long been given as a gift by the old man to Poseidon.

But in reality, tracing the roots back, not even he was the true master of this region, and such a gift naturally had its flaws.

Even as the direct eldest son of the Ancient Sea God, he was not Pontus himself.

So from this perspective, the decisive choice of the Ancient Sea God to slumber on the concave face of Earth might also be an attempt to avoid the dilution of strength.

After all, if he were still awake, then the ownership of this sea territory might indeed be eternally handed over to Poseidon.

"Lord Oceanus, it truly has been a long time."

"Come to think of it, we share the same Mother Goddess and are blood-related brothers."

"All these years, we have been at odds with each other. Who would have thought we might pick up our blood ties once more?"

His gaze shifted and finally settled on a current above.

Watching the sea surface, Nereus smiled amiably.

The next moment, the ocean currents trembled, and a human face formed and solidified there.

As the mouth made of converging seawater opened and closed, the voice of the God of the Ocean came through.

"Nereus... Thalassa."

"Mortals call you 'the Old Man of the Sea,' but we all know what kind of person you are."

"Save your energy, if it weren't for his sake, I would never collaborate with you."

"Now, tell me, what is your purpose?"

They didn't mention 'his' name, but the two present knew to whom the God of the Ocean was referring.

That Primordial God, who had visited both of them, was the initiator of all this, and the danger they were both facing was the reason for their meeting here today.

Great Divine Power, a term so exhilarating that even the thought of it was enough to stir one's soul.

Even though another Primordial God played the role of a mediator, the seas of Chaos had already laid the foundation for greatness, and unbeknownst to them, the "Primordial Water" from the Outer Realms was flowing into the world, infusing the powers of the Ocean and Water with even greater strength.

However, taking that step forward was still as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

The first challenge was how to unify the symbolic representation of 'Ocean and Water.'

If a god has already achieved a great symbolism, that god doesn't necessarily have to be the only one in that domain.

As long as they ensure a persistent and absolute advantage within that domain, their symbolism will not be torn apart.

Conversely, if a symbolic representation is being built from scratch, the closer the creator is to being 'the only one', the fewer difficulties they will face.

Considering that the two great Ocean God Systems had never had such experience before, striving for perfection was naturally their desired goal.

So, in the seas of today, in the face of a collaboration between the most ancient Sea God and the Lord of Ocean Currents, what other powers could possibly hinder their achievement of 'the only one'?

"Possession, my goal is him."

"No matter what, at the beginning of this epoch, I already ceded a vast expanse of sea territory that belonged to us to him."

"Relying on my father's strength, I can still find some loopholes."

"But once we attempt to converge the entire ocean's strength, we absolutely cannot hide this action from him."

"Besides, he controls the powers of storms, tsunamis, and earthquakes, and I believe that we need to discard the trouble this power might bring us."

The smile still on his face, Nereus spoke slowly.

His countenance was just as kind as mortals perceived him to be.

No one could have imagined that someone with such a smile was suggesting how to backstab his own nominal lord.

Though from the very beginning, they never took Poseidon to heart.

"Poseidon... he's not easy to deal with."

"The deep voice continued the conversation, the Ocean God spoke indifferently, "After all, he is Zeus's brother."

"If we act against him and Zeus finds out, then everything is over."

"He won't stand with us at this time; perhaps for the Primordial Gods, only after we succeed will he try to take us seriously."

"I know."

"But who said I plan to act alone?"

Smiling and shaking his head, facing the gaze of the water-formed face, Nereus asked:

"Prince Oceanus, do you still remember the commotion that erupted from Underworld during the feast of the Golden Apple?"

"You mean..."

"Yes, Abyss Tartarus, something significant might have happened there."

"I don't know the origin, but it's definitely a force powerful enough to make Zeus wary."

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"I only paid it slight attention at the time, until my father sent me a message, informing me of the commitment he made during the feast."

"From that day on, I started investigating matters related to the Abyss."

"So... you found a clue?"

In a tone of surprise, Oceanus reacted with astonishment.

Nereus nodded first and then shook his head.

"Strictly speaking, I've only found some traces."

"Due to an accident, I noticed some matters and people in the Mortal Realm that might be related to that place."

"However, the specifics will have to be seen later."

"So you summoned me here because you actually want to catch the strength of the Ocean God System?"

Realizing suddenly, the Ocean God understood the underlying reason.

Indeed, the Ocean God System boasted three thousand River Gods, Lake Gods, Spring Gods, and Water Gods—the number may be symbolic, but at its peak, the actual count was only greater.

Even as territorial deities, their widespread presence across the continent over thousands of years had transformed them into a formidable force.

Just like Paris abandoned his wife, in reality, the woman he abandoned was the daughter of a River God.

Intertwined and entangled, no one knew just how many tentacles the Ocean God System had silently extended into the Mortal Realm.

At this point, the lineage of the Ancient Sea God was indeed far behind.

"I promise you, Nereus, but you better not disappoint me."

"This is our first true collaboration; if you mess it up..."

"If I mess it up, then I fear you'll have to figure out how to deal with Poseidon's trouble on your own."

Smiling as he spoke, Nereus's voice was as calm as water.

That day hadn't come yet, and even if it did, he was not a subordinate.

We both have to deal with Poseidon's situation, and if I have problems, it won't be good for you either.