Deep Blue Waltz

The nascent Chaos had just been carved out, and the barren void welcomed the souls from the Otherworld.
As the first soul in the Chaos World, Laine automatically became the God of Spirituality.
However, divine power stems from Divine Power, and the existence of spirituality was insignificant; thus, the newly born Laine was extremely weak.
With no other choice, to avoid being overturned by the torrents of fate, Laine had to rely on himself.
He carved out realms, and birthed lives belonging solely to spirituality.
He created sequences, scattering the steps to deification.
He wove the Magic Net, enveloping the sky, the oceans, and the land.
When the bell of dusk sounded, I raised my divine seat and proclaimed to all beings from the pinnacle of the Spirit Realm:
There are two facets to the world, the material and the spiritual.
The material belongs to the gods, and the spiritual belongs to me, such is the ultimate truth of all things.

Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

At the heart of the Underworld, the Fields of Truth.


Unlike the edge where Gaia was currently located, even the always desolate Underworld inevitably looked a bit different at its core.


The towering Divine Palace of Hades was built here, surrounded by many strangely styled buildings that were established layer by layer. Their existence was like a decoration, making the bleak interface appear more vibrant.


But that was all days ago. Now, this realm that had suffered an unprovoked disaster looked far from intact.


Following a loud noise, Hades's mouth twitched slightly. He watched the wall, which had collapsed simply from his touch, and his pale face unavoidably darkened a bit.


This was not an isolated case; similar situations were scattered all around. Faced with this sudden disaster, Hades didn't know what would be appropriate to say.


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