Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 635 - 212 Three Parts_2

In the blink of an eye, Pontus’s former palace had almost turned into a battlefield, with the stances of Poseidon and Hera clearly displayed.

Witnessing this scene, Phoebe’s gaze flickered uncertainly.

The situation had developed to a point where it was almost impossible for her to obtain the Golden Apple, but the arrow just fired by Artemis had stirred something in her heart.

As the Goddess of Luminous, she actually had a direct path above a True God. Like a complete ocean, if she could subdue the Sun, Moon, and stars, and become the true supreme of luminous entities, that would suit her godhood better than being ’the most beautiful goddess’.

Previously, this was merely a fantasy, as the Sun was an insurmountable problem for her.

But now, Apollo was her grandson, and their relationship was good. As for the Moon... looking at the New Moon Crown, Phoebe struggled internally.

However, the gods in the arena were not going to stop because of her hesitation. When Poseidon’s deal fell through, Artemis’s bow was drawn again, and further away, Aphrodite was covering her face, glaring fiercely at Keto.

Ares, seeing this, was overjoyed. He no longer had to hesitate between his wife and the Mother Goddess, especially since the enemy was Athena. He happily drew his bronze sword and stood beside Poseidon.

However, the Sea Emperor glanced disdainfully at his approach, subtly distancing himself.

It wasn’t that he was rash, but rather that he couldn’t always control his emotions, though most of the time he was aware of the consequences. Ares, however, was different.

He probably didn’t mean to anger the two goddesses, but seeing his delighted expression, Poseidon himself felt like beating him.

At this moment, the deities within the great hall seemed to be divided into three factions: two in opposition and one neutral.

Apollo and Leto stood aside, Zephyrus remained loyal to Zeus and had no intention of getting involved. The Goddess of Life, Moanda, observed from the sidelines, while the Goddess of Agriculture was indecisive. She despised Poseidon but disliked Athens in the Mortal Realm as well, so she and Hestia stood together, likewise withdrawing from the contest.

Near the principal seat in the Temple, Nereus was pondering the situation, but his brother, the Fury of the Sea, Phorcys, had already made a decision and stood by Keto.

Like Keto of old, he had a visage that did not fit in with the other gods, known as the ’Father of Monsters,’ he didn’t care about what Nereus thought. Before Pontus’s eldest son had a chance to scold his brother for making his own decision, the Miracle of the Sea, Thaumas, had already made a choice himself.

He came to Hera’s side, willing to fight for her because his daughter, the Rainbow Goddess Iris, had been a messenger during the titanomachy of Zeus and had later become Hera’s envoy.

The gods quickly picked sides, and the vast Divine Court seemed to be cleft into several factions.

As she held Selene’s hand, Hecate’s smile became increasingly radiant.

She had not joined the side with Keto; of course, she was not going to join the other side either.

After all, strictly speaking, she didn’t have many close interactions with Athena. She was merely watching everything with interest, increasingly feeling that her trip today had not been in vain.

"So, Selene, who do you think will win—or rather, how many can Athena take down?"

The pleasure in her voice was unmistakable, and the Moon Goddess puffed out her cheeks in response.

"It’d be best not to fight. Fighting is meaningless."

"Don’t say that, it’s quite rare... Huh?"

Suddenly, Hecate’s gaze was caught by a small figure.

He was a cripple, a rarity among the divine, yet he possessed a mechanical contraption that served as a replacement for his leg.

Stepping forward slowly under Hera’s nearly fiery gaze, he positioned himself beside Athena.

"Is that... Hephaestus? I remember he was brought to Mount Olympus by Zeus after the disaster of Typhon, seemingly Hera’s son, yet they shared some discontent. Surprisingly, he now stands by her opponent..."

"What is this, some kind of unconventional courtship? Tsk, whatever it is, I’m certain Athena wouldn’t be interested in him." Discover exclusive tales on NovelBin.Côm

The Volcano and craftsman god, the most low-key, least sociable, and least noticeable principal god of Olympus. Many argue his divine status as principal god was solely due to his maternal connection with Hera, yet their relationship appeared discordant.

Regardless, the unsightly god quietly made his way to Athena’s side, and Athena, who had kept her seat from beginning to end, sighed upon seeing this, a trace of helplessness finally emerging on her youthful face.

One does not slap a smiling face; the other party had not yet done what he had in the fantasy world, so it wasn’t right for Athena to attack him.

"It has come to this, after all..."

A trace of mockery crossed her perfect face, and Athena’s expression gradually turned serious.

As someone who had seen the script, she had anticipated the affair with the Golden Apple and had also gleaned some of Zeus’s intentions.

If she had wanted, today might not have reached this point. She was confident she could persuade Artemis not to get involved in Keto’s affairs and was also capable of skillfully distancing herself from the implications of the Golden Apple.

As long as Zeus continued to play within the rules with her, she would always have a way to refuse his moves.

But as the Goddess of Wisdom, Athena also knew well that rules were always meant to maintain dominance, not objectively exist. They would only be upheld by their creator if the benefits of their existence outweighed their absence.

For Zeus, what was the greatest benefit? Probably ruling all things and increasing in power.

Thus, she allowed Artemis to go ahead and merely watched as the situation unfolded. Since the decision of Zeus was inevitable, she could only choose the best moment to deal with his move.

The only force that could counter Great Divine Power was another Great Divine Power, and she wasn’t sure if the Lord of the Spirit Realm cared about the conflicts of the Mortal Realm. However, now it seemed there was another entity behind Keto, deeply interested in meddling in human affairs.

"Hell?"

In Athena’s perception, Andrea possessed a similar kind of power—after all, she was her practitioner of godhood. When they stood together in the same palace, she naturally recognized the other’s identity.

The other party’s intention to intervene in the Mortal Realm might be for faith, or something else, and having no power there, he wanted to stir up conflict, expand his influence, and even recruit allies, and Athens might be one of the targets.

Indecision leads to chaos.

Athena wasn’t sure if this was the best timing, but it certainly wasn’t the worst; she needed to respond... thus, she rose from her seat, her gaze sweeping over all gods.

"Then let it begin."

Slowly she spoke as her dress transformed into armor.

She grasped the spear in her hand, its tip pointing towards Hera’s direction.