Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Abyss.

As the ritual in the mortal realm began to operate, the nine overlapped worlds within the Abyss felt its resonance.

Unlike the Spirit Realm which corresponds directly with the surface and material worlds, if Hell and the mortal realm were to open a passage between them, a coordinate, an anchor point, was needed to connect the two. The ritual layout by Mephisto was undoubtedly such a marker.

It originated from the hand of Asmodeus, who as a former god of time and space, still had a profound understanding of it. At this moment, as the sensing with the coordinate became clearer, an illusory portal slowly emerged on the second layer of Hell.

Rolling lava churned across the land, influenced by the Flame Kingdom, some volcanoes and magma slowly came into existence within the Nine Hells. At this moment, Asmodeus and the former God of Meteorology, Crius, stood together, watching the illusory light gate gradually solidify.

The mortal realm and Hell were isolated from each other, which meant they were not very clear about what was happening on the other side. However, since Mephisto had opened the gateway as scheduled, everything likely went smoothly without any unforeseen events.

"If you wish, you can also go to the mortal realm, to Olympus. I know you've always harbored resentment regarding being cast into the Abyss," said the Lord of the Nine Hells with his hands clasped behind his back, smiling. Though it was his first return to the world he once ruled after the transition of eras, he bore no other emotions.

It was merely a matter of time, today was just the beginning.

"And what about you, Your Majesty, do you intend to go to the mortal realm as your former self or as you are now?"

A flicker of intent passed through his eyes, but Crius still spoke up.

"Formerly... heh, it's not the time yet. Although I have taken a small step, I'm still a far cry from my revered Mother Goddess. After all, the Nine Hells haven't been around for that long."

"Since I cannot overturn Olympus under the suppression of the laws of the mortal realm, there's no need to arouse more vigilance among others. Let's wait for the future. Compared to Zeus, I'd rather go and see my loyal subordinates."

With some nostalgia, the Lord of the Nine Hells looked to his side. Someone had always been by his side, but she ultimately chose to go against him.

"I was a terrible Divine King, no one wished to stand by my side, not even my sister who had been with me for thousands of years. Fortunately, his existence made me feel somewhat capable."

"I left too hastily before, after all, I hadn't expected such an opportunity in the Abyss. This time I must tell him that I've never forgotten about him, and he will always be my most trusted guard."

"Then I won't go either."

Shaking his head lightly, Crius said:

"I'll go with you to Mount Olympus when you're ready to step there in the name of Cronus. What's the point of just unsettling Zeus for the time being?"

"Although I can't compare to that young man, please let me lead your vanguard when the time comes. Don't go easy then!"

"Hahaha...Very well!"

Laughing heartily, the Lord of the Nine Hells looked up slightly. His gaze pierced through the boundary wall and caught the eye of the great serpent.

"Then wait just a moment, Crius."

"Let me first see what accomplishments that young man, who made bold claims before me, has truly made."

As his words ended, Asmodeus took a step forward. The illusory light gate trembled but ultimately stabilized. The light shifted, as though a minute had passed, or perhaps a long while, but when everything settled, the Lord of the Nine Hells found himself above the dark seabed.

There were no spectacular phenomena, not even an audience - just a single presence welcomed another extraordinary being in silence in this area of the sea.

"Greetings, Your Majesty, you have finally come," said Mephisto, bowing before the Lord of the Nine Hells who had been long awaited.

"My apologies for the wait, Mephisto. It seems your journey wasn't exactly smooth sailing," remarked the Lord of the Nine Hells as he surveyed his surroundings. Countless spiritual bodies, including those of humans as well as other creatures from the great plains, amassed in the millions, more than the entire Silver Humanity of the past.

However, he didn't immediately discuss them, given the somewhat unusual environment of their current meeting.

"It wasn't as difficult as imagined, Your Majesty. Humans and gods alike, they all like to be too clever for their own good," said Mephisto, with a slight smile.

"Apart from a few exceptions, the souls of the entire Bronze Humanity are here, along with quite a few of the beasts, whose souls are even superior to that of ordinary humans."

Mephisto proudly presented his achievement with a modest smile.

"All of them... how did you accomplish this?"

Asmodeus was somewhat taken aback and struggled to conceive how this Silver Human had gathered all the souls of humanity. Especially in the present conditions, such a sea swallowing up the land was within only the power of the Sea God.

"That's a long story, which I owe to the creator of mankind who provided me with this opportunity."

"But Your Majesty, regarding the details of my journey in the Mortal Realm, I will explain them to you in due course. However, I have recruited a special lady for the Nine Hells, and the commotion of contacting you may have attracted some attention..."

"I understand."

Nodding, Asmodeus wasn't oblivious to the commotion in the sky. He gestured behind him and the gateway they had just used turned into a vortex, to which the countless surrounding souls immediately began to surge in.