Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

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"This, Your Majesty, you want to...?"

"Of course, let them leave this place, leave the land of the Egyptians."

Pharaoh Ramses addressed the speaking minister indifferently.

The Pharaoh’s gaze silenced him immediately; even now, no one dared to question Ramses’s authority.

"I should have done this sooner, only a deity can oppose the power of another deity, not us. Egypt...does not welcome their stay."

Feeling as though his spirit had much lightened, Ramses felt the fatigue from his recent awakening had completely dissipated.

His spirits were livelier than ever, as if someone were chanting softly in his ear. Yes, he would go himself, to find that Prophet who had once impudently stepped into his royal palace, determined to lead the Sin People away.

The troubles these people had brought were more than enough; if he could resolve these issues, then Pharaoh was willing to see them courteously out of the country.

As for contravening the prophecies...

If the God La were to appear before him right now, then Ramses would be willing to admit his wrongdoings on the spot and prove his loyalty with his life.

The returned Spirit of La could surely solve all problems, but if the God La still refrained from any direct intervention...

"To prevent Egypt from perishing by my own hands...as Pharaoh, I have no other choice."

Looking up at the Sun, the source of all Light and hope, within Ramses’s heart, he actually hoped for the descent of the other party.

After all, he was old and would not live much longer. But if the Egyptians lost their deity, that would be the greatest catastrophe they had ever faced.

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Boom——

Crack——

On both sides of the Nile River, through the desert and the oasis, countless fissures snaked across the earth

The deep rumbling of the earth was like the heartbeat and roar of Titans, with red liquid flowing from the cracks, like their blood and sweat moving on the surface of their skin.

From a mortal’s perspective, there were deviations, even if they sensed an inexplicable enhancement; Ramses’s judgment was still somewhat mistaken.

He thought the source of the earthquake was within the soon-to-be-completed Sun City, crafted by the increasingly powerful Prophet, but in fact, the rifts in Memphis were not wrought by Messe.

On the contrary, in the city at that moment, Messe, holding his scepter, touched it to the ground. He was exerting himself against the shaking of the earth, to lessen the potential damage.

Crack——

Crack——

Crack——

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Woo——

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Outside the city, the gaping fissures in the earth were like the chariots of the mythological age, bringing the wraiths of all lands to where the deities sought to bring ruin.

The recent turmoil within the city had just been quelled, and what followed was an endless ocean of wraiths.

"This...how can we possibly withstand this!"

Some cried out, others despaired, as if on a floating world scroll, all of life’s myriad forms were contained therein.

Leaning on his sword, Aaron appeared exceptionally calm amidst the panic of those around him.

Among the returning monarchs, he saw many in resplendent garments and exquisite decorations; others in coarse sackcloth, the disparities of their former social statuses were evident.

Now though, whether Pharaoh or aristocrat, commoner or slave, when they died, when their god had decided, they all appeared here together.

Indeed, in the face of death, all beings are equal.

"No, it’s still unequal,"

"With the existence of the gods, with an afterlife, even in death, there are levels."

Casting a glance at the crowd displaying all walks of life, Aaron was not afraid, for he probably knew that he didn’t need to defeat all his opponents; he just needed to survive as long as possible.

In the end, the ’Envoys of the God’ would naturally exhibit another ’Divine Miracle,’ sweeping all the enemies from the land.

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"The earth gushed forth red water, as if with the blood of the Alien Gods."

"It flowed into the Nile River, like fresh blood coursing through it."

"This is the eighth punishment God has brought down upon Egypt, it ought to be recorded and passed down from generation to generation."

Perhaps it was because of the continuous death of the Deities, some things that were usually hard to see had become a little clearer. Aaron vaguely felt that he could actually see Titans bleeding in The Sky.

The whole world seemed to mourn for his pain, yet was powerless to help.

From top to bottom, inside and out, it was like a piece of porcelain that had been shattered and then pieced back together. At this moment, Hemenu’s earth was so fragile, yet so resilient.

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Spirit Realm, fifth layer.

At the center of the world, there was unprecedented tranquility and calm.

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Black and white colors corresponded with each other above and below, while four-colored rings of light kept spinning.

The East was cyan, The West was dark blue; The South was fiery red, The North was ochre.

It wasn’t that they appeared in their corresponding directions, but in the chaotic fifth layer of the Spirit Realm, it was they who anchored the directions of east, south, west, and north, just as the positive and Negative Energy interface anchored ’up’ and ’down’.

It was like a spinning diamond, yet there was some interplay between them. Everything looked so surprisingly orderly, but if one were to delve deeper in, it was clear that the light in The North was dimmer by more than just a shade.

Unexpected, yet logical.

As long as the cycle was in place, theoretically, earth, water, wind, fire would strengthen and weaken one another, ultimately reaching a stable concept.

By then, a sudden surge in strength from one element would not pose any issues, as it would slowly return to balance under the influence of the cycle.

However, that was all after the cycle had come to fruition, but for now, earth, water, wind, fire... there seemed to be some deficiencies in some areas.

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As one of Egypt’s Nine Pillar Gods, and even briefly reigning over the Mortal Realm in some later records, he undoubtedly possessed great strength.

But the ’earth’ within his Divine Authority of [Desert] paled in comparison to the other three elements.

Therefore, the current cycle between earth, water, wind, and fire was imposed by external forces; they had not initiated their first spontaneous revolution. The core of the fifth layer of the Spirit Realm was thus not stable enough, failing to complete its final transformation.

This was only temporary, for the nourishment sent from the outside world... was far from over.

Whoosh—

Like the sound of flowing water, the noise once again echoed in the deathly stillness of the Void, resembling surging tides flowing down a ’river’.

At a certain moment, a crimson mist, as if made of blood, abruptly appeared at the center of the fifth layer of the Spirit Realm. Circling in the Void for a moment, it then rushed towards the ochre light spot as swiftly as a whale returning to the sea.

In an instant, the other three twinkling light spots shrank, their respective powers beginning their final compression and settlement.

The space-time barrier enveloping the core of the Spirit Realm vanished without a trace, and in the entire fifth layer of the Spirit Realm, countless gazes also turned in that direction.

"..."

"Is that... the core, can we enter it now?"

"My Divine Kingdom is shaking... fortunately, there are layers attached to help stabilize my realm. If it were just up to me, I probably would have fallen apart long ago."

"This oppressive feeling, I don’t know what changes have occurred there. Once it stabilizes, perhaps I should go and see..."

"There’s new movement again... I must hurry to send down the divine decree and spread the news from here."

"I hope it doesn’t affect me, I’ve only just raised my kingdom, how could I encounter such an event!"

"..."

Curiosity, evasion, delight... for a moment, the vast and boundless fifth layer of the Spirit Realm tensed up because of that sudden change.

No one knew whether this change was good or bad, some saw it as an opportunity, others as trouble, but regardless, it would not change based on the attitude of the observer.

They simply kept accumulating power quietly, receiving the forces that came from the Void.

Until with the entrance of the final streak of light, as if gathering to the extreme, the center of the Spirit Realm’s core erupted in a resounding explosion.