Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

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Atop Mount Olympus, with the combined efforts of the gods, a makeshift council chamber was reluctantly erected.

Although the environment here appeared much more dilapidated than it had days prior, when the Divine King resumed his prominent seat and raised up those twelve chairs once more, the mentality of the gods clearly underwent a tremendous change.

The previous position of Principal God had seemed more the result of the Divine King's rise to power, an honorary title of sorts.

Those True Gods with formidable divine powers did not need such a position to make Zeus hearken to their opinions; whereas those lacking in strength, even if seated in such a position, would not truly be taken seriously by the other deities, resembling nothing more than jesters under the authority of the Divine King.

But now it was different — with the Divine King's absolute power, everything naturally changed. No matter who it was, they all had vastly different thoughts at this moment.

"Your Majesty, it is thanks to Your unsurpassed power that the Mount of the Gods remained preserved under Mother Earth's great rage."

As the gods took their seats, without waiting for Zeus to speak, a deity began to praise his strength.

The other gods also chimed in, as if they had not distanced themselves from the Divine King before. To this, the Divine King seated at the head merely smiled and then raised his hand to signal for silence.

Compared to the flattering, it was better to get the formalities out of the way first. Although his avatar was still on its way, this level of multitasking was not particularly difficult for him.

Having dealt with Gaia, the future should be peaceful for some time. However, recalling Mother Earth's final madness, Zeus still felt a bit of a headache.

He wasn't really afraid of that curse since, after all, if a curse could kill a person, the world would have been at peace long ago. What truly troubled him was that Gaia's words coincidentally bore some resemblance to a prophecy once made by Cronus.

A mere curse held no meaning, but if it was a glimpse of the future unintentionally foreseen by a great one, that was an entirely different matter. It was not entirely impossible, for if he could see his future self in that sacrificial ceremony, then Gaia could naturally do the same.

These ancient Primordial Deities always had some secrets he was unaware of. To dispel the unease in his heart, increasing his strength was naturally the most direct and effective method.

"My fellows, let us put the matters of before to rest. Although Mother Earth indeed committed a grave error, we should still accord her the respect she deserves."

With a smile, as if the person who had listed Gaia's transgressions not long ago wasn't him, Zeus looked toward his son, Apollo, who had just ascended the Mount of the Gods and been granted the position of Principal God by him.

Being raised loosely had made the boy less close to him, so previously, he had not stood with Hera — of course, that might simply be due to a pure disgust for the Heavenly Empress. Regardless, Zeus believed that time would change all this.

After all, for those goddesses, the Divine King might indeed not be much, but for those children who could maintain his rule, he had never done anything wicked.

"Apollo, my child, I am proud of your martial prowess in slaying the serpent at Delphi, but indeed, it was also one of the catalysts that disturbed Mother Earth's slumber."

"I want you to go to the Oracle, watch over it for ten years without using divine powers, do you accept my decision?"

"I will."

Nodding his head, Apollo did not refuse.

There, he had obtained the power of the Sacred Stone, so for him, to expend such an insignificant effort was merited. As for the Divine King just having offended Mother Earth, whether his journey would be dangerous, Apollo was not afraid.

The gods do not die; therein lies their greatest reassurance. Moreover, if the great Mother Goddess truly sought to take her anger with Zeus out on him, he would certainly take note of the matter and then retaliate on some future day, regardless of the vast difference in their powers.

Gaia must not be insulted, and neither should Apollo!

"Very well."

With a satisfied smile, Zeus expressed appreciation for his eldest son's decisiveness and bravery — not every deity would dare leave Mount Olympus at this juncture, much less head to Delphi.

But with Apollo as the first, provided he remained unharmed, the gods' fear of Mother Earth would diminish, and everything would return to its original state.

After arranging matters for Apollo, the Divine King immediately looked in another direction. Athena, his truly first-born... as the gods watched the battle between the two Primordial Deities, the Goddess of Wisdom had already completed her exploration and silently merged with the gods. Now, she, too, had returned here.

Regarding her, Zeus had no concerns. As long as she did not remember the events before her birth, then all was well. The 'landed' Divine King would naturally compensate her doubly, thus offsetting the 'pre-landing' conscience that he had once lost and now scarcely possessed.

"Athena, my daughter, seeing you is like seeing Metis from those years past."

"She was so dazzling, and her wisdom brought me so much help... pity that we had to part ways in the end."

Seeming somewhat regretful, Zeus's tone paused slightly.

He took note of the reactions of those around him, such as Hera's displeasure, the complexity in Hestia's gaze, and the hidden hatred in Demeter — ever since the second sister had given birth to a daughter under his coercion, she had been this way.

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