Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

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Hum—

Deep within the chaotic flow of time and space, the God of Sun faintly sensed the place from where the sound originated.

Unlike the calm peripheries of Tartarus, war had been raging here for many years.

Although the Nine Hells had "floated" to the surface in the dimension of time and space to avoid being completely enveloped by the Abyss, this had not affected the Serpent of the Garden or the Mother of Demons. After all, from the beginning, their clash had taken place outside of Hell, and Moya was never permitted to enter the "Roaring Void Tunnel" in person.

At this moment, these two beings, embodying the power of their worlds, continued their relentless struggle in the void. Transcendent forces clashed together, an unusual confrontation between two worlds’ powers, but in contrast to the initial stages, the Mother of Demons was no longer using just her body.

Like every innate deity, Moya initially felt somewhat unfamiliar with her power, but soon, following her instincts, she gradually mastered the temporary authority bestowed upon her by the Abyss.

She had never controlled "space," but under the jurisdiction of Tartarus, she could now disrupt the time-space fabric of the Abyss and detect the many "traps" her opponent had set; her transition from a Titan deity into the Mother of Demons was a manifestation of this authority.

So now, in the void not far from the Nine Hells, the figure of the Serpent of the Garden was nowhere to be seen, only layers upon layers of time-space bubbles waxing and waning. But with a closer look, one could see dark halos constantly spreading in the unpredictable time-space fabric.

At a further distance, Moya’s massive body spanned the area, the force that invaded time and space seemingly emanating from her. The two forces, invisible to ordinary people, jockeyed for position, the ripples from their offense and defense shaking the strings of space, constantly emitting various humming noises.

This situation had persisted for a long time, and even with the entire Abyss as backup, perhaps due to certain inherent Laws, Moya was not the "King of the Abyss," and so the force she summoned naturally had its limits.

There was no progress, and certainly no defeat of the opponent... but looking at this scene, Moya was not in a hurry at all.

She admitted that she was far from matching the Ancient Serpent in wielding power, but once the madness of her initial awakening had been vented, the Mother of Demons had already comprehended the current situation.

She might not be able to defeat the Serpent of the Garden, and the Abyss might not be able to crush the Nine Hells with its own oppression, but the lives within Purgatory certainly could not withstand the invasion of the six Abyssal Demon Lords; this was an absolute gap in their respective essences.

Closely approaching the apex of Great Divine Power, even with Hell being severed, Muspelheim, the Country of Flames, compensated for her loss. Although Moya could only mobilize a very small part of it, she could still sense the true power of Tartarus.

Unparalleled, for even if all the deities on Earth combined their strength, they would not match Him. Therefore, time was on her side; she just had to wait quietly, and ultimately her desires would be fulfilled...

"Boom—"

A tentacle-like appendage extended out of the layered body, striking at a deep layer of the Abyss in the distance. The irritation in her heart finally eased slightly, Moya forced herself to remain calm again.

Yes, although she had clearly seen the situation and analyzed the most advantageous scenario with her intellect, the heart of the Mother of Demons still surged with a relentless desire for destruction.

This was not only due to dissatisfaction with her awakening state, but also the influence of the chaotic aspect of the Abyss. The reason Moya was still able to resist, rather than becoming as mindless as those Demon Gods, was thanks much to her innate immortal nature.

But this was merely a temporary solution, for now, the Mother of Demons was the Abyss’s first creature, indistinguishable from the power of Chaos. She could certainly suppress her own emotions, but that was like using a mound of earth to stop a flood.

Although in the Chaos World there was no Yu the Great to teach the deities the principle that "blocking is inferior to channeling," Moya could still feel that she was increasingly unable to restrain the cruelty in her heart. This was especially true since the Serpent of the Garden had stopped colliding with her head-on.

"I wish there were something to hit... what a boring world."

The thought flashed through her mind, but looking around, there was no other life present. Thus, just like every other time, Moya involuntarily sank into her imagination of the past and future.

Despite now possessing such immense power, she increasingly yearned for the days of yore. Back then, she had a clear singing voice, a slender figure, and enchanting beauty. She had once fantasized about her mate—a deity as powerful and considerate as the Heavenly Father. They would have given birth to smart and talented goddesses, not monsters more twisted than the Hekatonkheires.

But now, everything was gone... Waking from her nostlagia, Moya gritted her teeth. The desire to destroy everything rose again in her heart, and this time, the Mother of Demons simply went along with this desire, fantasizing about the near future.

After the six great Demon Lords breached the world’s resistance, and after the entity before her lost the support of the boundary’s power, she would tear Him to pieces herself and then destroy the world.