Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

In the heart of the land of Chaos World, within a cavern filled with a blood-red hue, a discreet exchange swiftly came to an end.

Everything remained concealed beneath the earth, with not even a trace on the path of fate, for although Gaia herself did not possess the power to obscure them, it didn’t mean the Mother Tree was incapable of doing so.

Or more precisely, the Flesh-Mother Tree didn’t rely on any force or authority to hide this change; it simply existed there, and everything was veiled.

The giant tree, now endowed with the traits of Creation, was like a massive ’source of gravity,’ drawing all information and fate concerning itself to its vicinity, ensuring no accidents occurred until the moment Helios left.

Everything proceeded as usual, with Helios continuing the task given by the Divine King to mediate the conflict between Hades and the Goddess of Agriculture, and Gaia remaining there, using her unique status as a Primordial God to pry open the blockade on the misty realm of Niflheim, ceaselessly drawing power.

Accordingly, the Mother Tree, from which power was being extracted, was suitably generous. Whether it was Gaia’s continually developing embryo or the newly joined Sun, It did not refuse any who sought from It.

Thus, from that day forth, the surface of the Sun was graced with a faint red halo, adding a layer of splendor to the corona that made it look far more magnificent. Although this was quite an evident change, it went largely unnoticed.

After all, the changes in the Chaos World had never ceased since the integration of the Nine Realms centuries ago, so even Zeus in Asgard did not react to it.

Everything felt so natural, only in the beginning did Apollo, who drove the Sun Chariot, notice that something was amiss, as he found the Sun more difficult to control.

Apollo had already started to struggle not long after Helios left, which was around the time he entered the Abyss. Each day, dragging the colossal celestial body from the East to the West exhausted all his strength, and over time, it grew more unruly.

However, Apollo did not perceive anything wrong in this, for all seemed to stem from the Sun’s own defiance, not from the interference of any deities using their divine power. Until he returned the Sun Chariot to Helios, he could not detect any of the events unfolding behind the scenes—of course, even if he had checked, he wouldn’t have been able to discern anything anyway.

After all, only the God of Sun truly understood the Sun; as long as Helios stated ’this is a spontaneous change in the Sun,’ no one could prove otherwise.

In any case, everything was progressing smoothly. By the end of February, within the mortal realm’s city of Eryxis, Helios conveyed Hades’s intentions to Demeter, the current situation of Persephone, and the dissatisfaction of the Olympian Gods with it. They all hoped to end this sooner and get the mortal realm back on track.

So, after confirming that her daughter had truly accepted the power of the Underworld, the enraged Goddess of Agriculture eventually came to terms with the situation. She had to face the reality that in the future, Persephone would spend half the year on the surface and the other half in the Underworld, being both the Queen of the Underworld and a deity of Olympus.

With all matters settled amicably, the farce-like catastrophe drew to a close. By mid-March, as the path of the Sun was poised to shift from the twelfth to the first sign of the Zodiac, at last, a spring breeze swept from the West, bringing long-missed vitality to the land. The winter destined to be remembered by mortals finally approached its end.

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In the southern part of the continent, atop an unnamed mountain peak.

A golden scepter was held by a not-so-large palm, with delicate patterns swirling over every corner of its body. They glowed, twinkled, and resonated with a certain rule of the world.

If one looked closely, they would discern that these intricate patterns were more than they seemed; they were a collection of scrolls, depicting the growth and ripening of every type of vegetation, and at the very top, a conspicuous sheaf of wheat was entwined.

This was not an innate feature of the Divine Artifact but rather a manifestation of culture and Godhood born from sentient life. Unlike innate or objectively existing matter, these cultural divine roles, reliant on the birth of intelligent life, did not directly bestow divine power to their wielder, but they did effectively broaden the scope of their authority.

At this moment, however, the brightly shining Divine Artifact was not unleashing any power but rather retracting its influence on the world.

Under the control of its current wielder, the forces once released were recalled one by one, erasing the invisible shackles. All life resumed its growth—then the cold weather stopped their budding.

So, the next instant, within the All-Spirit Realm, the god of spring and renewal, prepared in advance, scattered her power to the world, allowing the spring wind to begin caressing the earth, and the complete cycle of the four seasons embarked on its first revolution.

The ’calendar,’ established long before ancient times, was further perfected, tightly linked to the trajectory of the Sun and the arrangement of the stars, granting even greater order to the world.

The Chaos World took another step forward, but ’the script’ lost yet another page. Meanwhile, standing on the mountain peak, Eros looked at his twin brother.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om