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

    The moonlight shrouded the sea, a silvery white.


    Waves on the tide, caught between half-dream and half-awake.


    Like mortals, drifting in the ocean of dreams, Poseidon couldn't tell if this was reality or illusion.


    Standing on the fantasized Mount Olympus, he stepped towards the highest throne inside the Golden Palace.


    A blurry Zeus watched him with reluctance, yet could only relinquish the power in his hands.


    If he had to choose one thing he most wanted to realize, it would probably be to sit on the Divine King's throne.


    His heartbeat gradually quickened; at this moment, Poseidon felt his long-held wish was fulfilled.


    "That big blue guy...it seems you're in trouble."


    Slightly startled, if this voice had suddenly appeared in reality, Poseidon would definitely be instantly alert, but this was his dream.


Chapter 362: Snatching Food