Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 451 - 122 Wandering Mind

In the present world, the southern seas.

It didn’t take much time for Volos and Eros to cross the great distances; they traveled through the deep Spirit Realm, and within a few flashes, they shifted from the Spirit Realm to a position above the Sea Emperor’s palace.

The fragrant sea, the nearly nonexistent guards, the faintly visible luxurious Divine Palace—that was all there was to it. Clearly, the Sea Emperor didn’t believe anyone could silently approach him through the sea—of course, he wasn’t actually wrong about that.

Just like now, even the ’black and white ocean’ reflected by the first layer of the Spirit Realm looked different near Poseidon’s domain, even containing some colors within it.

Like Olympus, the places where deities dwell year-round naturally bear the influence of their powers. This influence over the years seeped into another temporal dimension, instinctively keeping away the life of the Spirit Realm and making it very difficult for others to directly infiltrate the side of the Sea Emperor.

If it were the Little God of Love from the original myths, faced with such a situation, he might have been helpless. He couldn’t hit a deity residing in his own palace; after all, his Golden Arrow may have had unique power, but he himself was not an unparalleled archer.

However, facing the same problem, Volos and Eros were not worried. While Uranus’ Divine Blood gave their bow and arrow the restraint of ’revenge,’ it also endowed it with the ability to ’lock on’ to a target. Coupled with the ’Gungnir,’ inherited from the Divine Lance, everything became much simpler.

Thump—

Drawing the bow and positioning the arrow, with the sound of the bowstring vibrating, the Golden Arrow in Volos’ hand shot forth.

Even though the pair had not yet seen anyone, it still followed a certain connection, flying directly towards the palace beneath the sea surface, chasing after the master of the place.

...

In the blink of an eye, as the thought flashed through his mind, the golden light had already arrived. Unexpectedly, he was unable to block the beam of light.

The Golden Arrow pierced through—or, rather, ignored the Divine Power on his hand, directly contacting his palm and disappearing in an instant.

There was no time for any reaction. Once everything was over, Poseidon looked at his own palm. There was no wound; the golden light seemed like an illusion.

"What is this...?"

"...?!"

Surprise and confusion arose in his heart. Just as Poseidon was about to do something, he suddenly stopped.

For some reason, a fiery emotion surged from his heart, an affection toward his older sister Demeter.

"..."

After a long silence, and perhaps a brief struggle, Poseidon ultimately gave in to the sensation in his heart. He looked around his palace, and the lives farther away that were not affected by his power... Demeter was his true love; what did these others matter?

So without hesitation, the Sea Emperor pressed his hand down, and within a hundred miles, a stillness settled instantly.

After doing this, Poseidon calmed down a little bit. His reason told him that his current state was abnormal, and it must have something to do with the streak of golden light. But the gods of Chaos mostly act on emotion over reason. Thus, this brief moment of clarity was fleeting, and almost without further thought, he decided to consider the matter later.