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

Fortunately, on this trip he also obtained a special aid—a bottle of poison that even he couldn't help but feel frightened of.


Hypnos didn't know how such a terrifying thing came to be, after all, in the Chaos World, there had never been a powerful deity who governed "poison".


But that didn't matter anymore; taking out the transparent bottle, the God of Sleep carefully lifted the cap.


There were no signs of leaks; even without the seal of the cap, the illusory liquid inside didn't spill over.


Only the surrounding space trembled slightly, as if even it could not bear the terrifying toxicity.


Tilting the bottle slightly, the flute by his waist played a melodious tune without any wind.


Hypnos noticed that Poseidon's eyelids twitched, then settled back to calm.


Clearly, some dangerous forewarning had stirred Poseidon's spirit, even in his sleep, he still felt unrest.


Yet under the full effort of the God of Sleep, he did not awaken after all.


Chapter 361: Entering the Urn_2