Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

As she got closer and closer, the laws that instinctively repelled the current gods also grew more intense, until at a certain moment, Gaia’s semi-conscious spirit trembled slightly, and she regained some clarity.

Raising her head, the yellow light fell to the ground and Gaia looked around, observing the familiar yet foreign place.

She had been here more than once, but she had never entered. It wasn’t just because of the dangers inside; as one of the main entities of the existing world, Mother Earth was just as averse to the chaotic breath of the Abyss.

But now, she had no other options. Standing on the dark land tainted by the Power of the Abyss, Gaia gazed at the invisible portal formed by the overlap of Tartarus and the Underworld.

This junction, connecting the inner and outer worlds, unleashed distorted and bizarre forces, constantly washing the surrounding space like the tides. Even in the Underworld, it stood out as distinctly out of place.

The Underworld was, after all, part of Order, but the Abyss was not.

"Heh, I really never expected... in the end, it seems you haven’t given up on me..."

Sighing deeply, Gaia shook her head as if to rouse her spirit. Feeling the vastness of the Abyss, Mother Earth opened her arms and began to release her Divine Authority and Origin.

In an instant, strands of bright yellow silk emerged from Gaia’s being, floating forward and interweaving with the chaotic-colored streams flowing from the other side of the world. It was as if one was embracing the other, just as it was at the creation of the world when the Abyss was born beneath the earth, the two tightly connected.

Simultaneously, following the entangled forces of both, Gaia resolutely conveyed her will.

Even without reason, the Abyss was ultimately closer to ’Life.’ Thus, It could spawn offspring, so long as there was a mother powerful enough to bear Its force, along with an infusion from Its Source Power.

"...Come, come... Tartarus, merge with me... I will accept your power, give birth to a new divine being, and it shall become your bridge to the current world..."

Driven by intense negative emotions, with tremendous Hatred as the cause, Gaia tried to stir Tartarus’s desires, using her capacity to foster all Life.

Her power was no longer sufficient to exact revenge on the gods, but the Abyss certainly could. Even now, Gaia still harbored rejection and disgust towards the force of Chaos, and she was well aware that the progeny born of such a union could never be as radiant and perfect as the gods. But she no longer cared about that.

At this moment, Gaia’s Hatred had overwhelmed everything else. All she wanted was to make those who had failed her pay. So now, all she needed was—

"—Hmm?"

Her expression changed as if she had encountered something incomprehensible. On the black earth, Gaia stared intently at everything in front of her.

In front of her, the overlapped area of Tartarus and the Underworld still existed, with indescribable forces swirling around, and Gaia’s Origin still intertwined with the breath of the Abyss. But in this moment, Mother Earth distinctly felt her extended force met with nothingness, an absence of any response, no matter what kind of presence she offered.

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No, it was not just a lack of response. Faintly, there was also a feeling of rejection. It was as if the Abyss considered Gaia a threat and therefore refused her approach outright.

"Why? This feeling... it’s impossible, it can’t be!"

"You’re supposed to be just instinctual, how can you reject me?!"

With each word punctuated, Gaia lost her composure again, feeling the absurdity of the separation emanating from the depths of the Abyss. It seemed as though the world had changed its appearance after just one sleep, and even the eternal Abyss was no longer the same.

Propagating Life is an innate yearning of the world, and Tartarus should be no exception. In the past, it didn’t matter if the Abyss didn’t actively propagate Life, but now that she was offering It the opportunity, why would It reject her?

Unless, It had already achieved Its goal through another method. With the first one, Gaia’s existence had become meaningless.

"It can’t be, it can’t be... Maybe it’s just not possible from the outside... I should go in and see for myself!"

The hope that had kindled seemed to burst. Looking at the twisted space before her, Gaia bit her lip. The Abyss was a place she dared not delve too deeply into, a place that could even weaken the connection between the Primordial Gods and their very essence, but given the situation, she could only go in and see.

So she took a step forward, and the world around her changed, her figure blurring. A kind of spatial-temporal transfer was occurring when, just as the transfer was about to complete, the unexpected once again happened.

Bang—

With a muffled sound, her body, which had become ethereal, solidified as if it had struck something, and Gaia reappeared in the original spot, even stumbling back several steps.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Harsh coughing rang out again, but Gaia could only stare incredulously at the void in front of her.

"You refuse my entrance? Why, why is this happening?"

Question after question arose, but the Abyss did not respond. Faced with her own closed domain, the hope that had just risen in Gaia’s heart shattered once again.

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Faint purple Moonlight shone on the Underworld, bringing a slight vibrancy to the desolate land.

Nobody knew that at the gateway to the Abyss, an event that seemed ordinary, yet defied the intended course of destiny, had taken place.