Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

The arrival of Anubis was inconspicuous; in this remote and desolate underground world, few deities paid it any heed.

The boiling flux of World Power also masked a lot of movements, especially when enveloped in his descent's black-golden light, making the sensation no different to the few who could sense the collision of world forces than it had been before.
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However, this suited Anubis's intentions just fine. Newly arrived in the Alien Realm, he wanted nothing more than to quietly settle in for a while.

Thus, pushing aside his earlier doubts, Anubis began to contemplate the entities he must beware of going forward.

Compared to Hemenu, with only the Nile River and the great desert flowing through the world, this world was still too vast and mysterious for him. The fragmented memories of a Red Dragon were hardly enough for him to grasp the realities of this world, making much of the content as elusive as flowers in the fog.

Hence, until his clan had developed to a certain extent, Anubis preferred to lurk in the underground, focusing on developing the Gouthead People while being a thorough Gouthead himself.

"...Isis, I, behind the existence of the Dragon Clan, know of three Outsiders alone, not to mention others that might exist. Compared to Hemenu, Chaos is much more open and truly much stronger."

"Based on the logic of a world's operations, He must have already hosted many stronger foreign guests before, otherwise my arrival would not have been this smooth."

His gaze flickered slightly; Anubis felt that perhaps some among the remaining Nine Pillar Gods could also escape a calamity.

The contention between these two worlds was far from a swift victory. Hemenu had always possessed some capacity for resistance. Under such circumstances, it wasn't surprising that others could escape like he had.

"Others are manageable, as everyone is here to flee for their lives, but I absolutely cannot let Isis discover my tracks. If La is alive, it's best to stay far away from him as well."

Mulling over it in his heart, the former needed no further explanation, as the other party was indeed a traitor. And while Anubis was the betrayed party, that didn't mean he could simply wave a hand in forgiveness and agree to leave each other in peace.

He claimed he bore no grudges, but would Isis believe that? Anubis certainly wouldn't believe it if their roles were reversed, especially considering that he was also the fish that had slipped through the net of that terrifying Outer God.

Although he was unaware of what rank the other held in this world or how it compared to La's status in Hemenu, Anubis wanted to stay as far away from Him as possible.

As for the matter of La, it wasn't that complicated since Anubis neither wanted to continue mixing with his old boss nor attract too much attention from the native deities.

Once a God of the Otherworld and a being above the True Gods, if La died, all would naturally be resolved. If he survived, then he would be like a giant spotlight, attracting everything.

"At the end of the day, everything still depends on the strength of the power."

"In my current state, I could be one of the weakest gods in the entire history of the world."

Shaking his head slightly, having lost all authority and Divine Power, and only able to bind with his race, Anubis's strength was unprecedentedly weak.

His race was still only a few eggs, and it was unknown how long it would take to reproduce. Moreover, most importantly, Anubis was astonished to find that in this Otherworld, the inherent Nature Priesthood among deities could not be wrested from each other.

A god that cannot usurp a priesthood, is that still a god? Such gods, aren't they doomed from birth? Anubis found this hard to comprehend, knowing that even the God of Sun's divine seat was wrested from the initially supreme deity, Atum.

While the Chaos World was more powerful and ordered, the fixity in priesthoods genuinely caught him off guard. This might be a good thing for the world, but not necessarily for someone like him.

"The only piece of good news is that in the memories of the Red Dragon, this world still harbors a kind of beings known as 'Totem Spirits' and 'Nature Spirits.' They often start as wild beasts, plants, or even mountains and stones, then for some unknown reason gain Wisdom, thereby developing Faith, receiving sacrifices, and eventually even 'ascending to divinity' to become deities."

"However, these beings appear to be killable and their authority usurpable."

He knew this from the memory of the Red Dragon because it coveted the authority possessed by a Totem Spirit not yet ascended to godhood.

In its recollection, that seemed to be a priesthood linked to 'Excavation.' The Red Dragon wanted to use this domain to unearth more treasures in the underground world while consequently gaining stronger power.

Now it was dead, but Anubis felt destined for this priesthood.

"It just so happens this is an underground world, being the birthplace of the Gouthead People, it's inevitable that excavation and smelting are needed, so it seems my luck isn't that bad after all."

"The passage of time in Hemenu is slowing down recently. I'm hoping before it ends there, I can establish a foothold here."

Having made a secret decision, Anubis hesitated momentarily, then he spread his dragon wings and gathered the eggs beneath him.

On his first day as an Otherworld deity in Chaos, his primary task was to hatch eggs.

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Hisss—

Drip... Drip...

Hemenu, the fall of Set was just the beginning.

In the black tides, as if sensing the breath of the Spring of Life from those humans, a few empty spots appeared, where no bug or ant dared to draw near.