Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Dozens of breaths ago.

Outside the city of Aurora, the battle raged on in the sky.

Standing at a distance from Cohen, Triton had been tense for a while but finally relaxed. From the looks of the far-off scene, this special human had indeed been entangled.

"Prometheus, it must be him! This old fool probably knew without his protection, the fate of humans wouldn't be good, so he deliberately left such a contingency plan!"

Feeling inwardly irritated, Triton locked onto the forethinker god being punished in the depths of the East Sea. As for the human wielding this power, how could that be possible?

As the noble son of the Sea God, if he couldn't do it, how could a mortal possibly manage?

"Just you wait, you old relic of bygone ages, you unrestrained member of the Titan Deity Clan, once I have dealt with your creation, I'll have a 'good talk' with you!"

With a malicious grin, Triton decided that after today's events, he would definitely have a good talk with Prometheus, who was bound at the bottom of the sea, to tell him how he had destroyed the humans, how they had begged him for mercy, and then how he had mercilessly refused them.

He imagined that the forethinker god would be delighted to hear the news of his creation's fate and to share the joy Triton felt at their killing.

His mouth curled into a sneer, yet in the next moment, the Trident in Triton's hand suddenly trembled. Alerted by the instinct of the Divine Artifact, he saw for the third time that rapidly approaching figure, now almost upon him.

Hum——

The first time was upon first sight, the second was mistaking him for a demigod, but the third, Triton simply could not have imagined that, in just a matter of minutes, Cohen had taken another half a step beyond his original limit.

But this time, he finally reacted. Facing the golden light, Triton sneered coldly and once again, placed the Trident in front of him, with his body starting to transform into a stream of water.

As long as I run fast enough, what can you do to me?

Clang——

Metal struck metal, and the second bronze sword, like its predecessor, met its end; the tremendous force sent a numbness through Triton's palms, but his innate talent was even quicker. Transforming into water, Triton was about to repeat his trick, but just as he was about to flee, he suddenly felt 'tugged' back.

He could leave, but the Divine Artifact he held in his hand had been grasped by another hand.

The other's purpose was not him; without an overwhelmingly superior force, it was difficult for anyone to kill a son of the Sea God in the ocean, yet he was not without vulnerabilities—the Divine Artifact was one of them.

"As I thought, you didn't rely on your own strength to stir up the deluge, it all comes from this Trident."

Grasping the tip of the Divine Artifact, streaks of blood trickled from Cohen's fingertips. Holding a Divine Artifact not one's own was no simple matter, but he seemed to be oblivious to this fact.

"Now, terminate this disaster."

With a fierce tug, the Trident of the Sea Emperor was pulled from the swirl of water. In that moment, Cohen felt as though he perceived an immense body of water beyond his understanding. Before, he had never seen the 'sea,' but now, he knew it.

This was... the so-called authority of a god.

"Wait, do you understand what you're doing?"

A look of panic crossed his face. Triton had not expected Cohen's target to be not him. Indeed, this Divine Artifact was not his, and although the Trident could merge with the sea and freely escape in its surroundings, it was ultimately a beat too slow.

And it was this slight delay that became Triton's vulnerability.

"Stop!"

Ignoring Triton's shout, Cohen spoke firmly. Following the sensation of near omnipotence in the 'sea,' he issued his first command to the surging seawater on land, and it indeed responded to the will of the King of Men.

The seawater stopped flowing, and the waves ceased their movement. Holding up the Divine Artifact, Cohen, under Triton's horrified gaze, prepared to send the waters back to where they belonged.

However, this action finally provoked Poseidon, who was already in a state of fury, to take action.

If he allowed a human to recede the flood again, even if he later personally destroyed the humans, Poseidon's name would become a joke among gods and men.

From then on, when speaking of the Sea God, people would likely remember the Sea Emperor who had been deprived of his Divine Artifact by humans.

In the next moment, following an inexplicable connection, the Trident that had just been in Cohen's hand trembled fiercely and then glowed divinely. A powerful force instantly shook Cohen's hand off it, and the Trident hovered in the air.

Cohen's expression changed, and he stepped forward to grasp the Divine Artifact again, but sensing the actions of this audacious usurper, a vague silhouette instantly appeared beside the Trident.

"That's enough, Golden Humanity, roll back to where you came from, just like the rest of your kind—"

"You are—"

"You are not worthy to utter my name, mortal. Leave the living to their world and stay out of it, old dead of a past age!"

The Trident was raised and then brutally swiped across. Wielding completely different might in the hands of divine power, the Divine Artifact finally revealed its true power.

Boom——

With a muffled sound, the Trident struck Cohen squarely in the chest. Cohen, who had been slaying left and right, spat out a mouthful of blood under the impact, his body streaking across the sky and crashing straight into the city wall, and the Sea Emperor's voice echoed throughout the land at the same moment.

"Triton, your task is to destroy the humans, not waste time with this relic of a bygone era!"