Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Whoosh—

Piercing the sky, crossing the vast ocean, crossing the battleground where Amon-Ra had fought with deities before, nothing could stop Apep.

As a World-Destroying Demon God born almost at the same moment as the Primordial Sun God, wandering in the Void beyond the Mortal World, Apep felt as comfortable as if it had returned home.

It had been restrained for too long, and swallowing the Sun had only slightly appeased its never-ending desire for Destruction. Thus, with another appetizing super-sized 'snack' right in front of it, the eyes of the Chaotic Serpent couldn't help but shine brightly.

It might seem formidable, but it was the most formidable one! Once again opening its enormous maw, like a Basilisk swallowing an elephant, endless Chaos and Destruction intertwined between its lips and teeth, and the implication of The End was so intense that even La, standing aside, felt somewhat startled.

It was only because the Sun had not yet been truly destroyed, and the symbol of the world's demise had not yet reached its peak. Otherwise, even La wasn't sure how powerful Apep could become.

"Roar—"

The roaring sound, like a Dragon, like a Serpent, speckles of golden light emerged from the belly of Apep. The Sun was still struggling, and from the perspective of a God, it was as if the Black Snake was emerging from the sea with the Great Day in its mouth.

Immeasurable in height, unending in length, colossal waves rose from the Primordial Water, and with each moment, the Great Serpent that swallowed the sky and devoured the earth grew more formidable, bringing every existence in front of it into its mouth. Your next read awaits at My Virtual Library Empire

"Roar..."

The deep sound carried a hint of joy, and in that instant, Apep felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

It was as if the reason for its existence was about to be fulfilled, its eternal and monotonous serpent life had reached Perfection.

But in the next moment, a sensation of tearing spread from the head of the Serpent, and the clenched snake heads were forced apart. With an enraged stare, Apep swallowed hard, whatever had entered its mouth, it would not let out!

Rip—

Like the peeling of old leather, cracks gradually appeared along the edges of the Serpent's snout.

The jaws that ought to have closed were forced open little by little, and then widened further.

It was like a battle of Gods and Demon Gods, but Apep was at a clear disadvantage. Even though the spectacle of Destruction between the worlds was constantly enhancing its power, as long as The Eight Primordial Spirits still existed, the world was far from the brink of Destruction.

It felt like just a moment, yet it seemed to last very long. At a certain point, Apep finally reached its limit.

Along the seam between the upper and lower jaws, the sound of flesh tearing apart echoed over the Primordial Water.

Screams of agony transmitted incessantly as the massive Serpent's body split in two.

"Roar—!"

Swish—

The Sun that had been swallowed by the Great Serpent leapt out, dotted with black spots. But at this moment, no one cared about the Sun; La's gaze was fully locked on the body of the Outer God.

Tearing Apep's body apart was indeed a display of strength, but La knew that the reason this World-Destroying Demon God had left all the Sun Gods of the ages at a loss was not simply because of its might, but because it was Undying.

It had no concept of Godhood, no concept of Spirit, lacking the 'Ka' and 'Ba' that all Egyptian Gods possessed.

It was the embodiment of Chaos itself, the physical representation of the Destruction of all things. La had no way to annihilate it, wondering if the worlds outside had such power?

"Hiss—"

"Hiss—"

The entity split in two, with the previously engulfed Sun escaping to ascend, but the ferocity of Apep remained unchanged.

Or rather, as the world deteriorated and its power surged, it even began to lose the little instinct it had left.

The mightier the entity, the harder it is to maintain personality; the closer to the Source Power, the more it becomes assimilated by it.

Without even a moment's pause, the torn body sections automatically regenerated amidst roiling dark mists, turning into two Black Snakes biting upwards.

The gap between itself and the deity in front of it was glaringly obvious, yet it only thought of Destruction. Whether it was the Destruction of others or itself.

Boom—!

Primordial Water raised a huge wave, seeming to signal the outbreak of a long-lasting struggle between Gods and Demon Gods.

Amon-Ra watched from the sidelines, seeing his two greatest enemies fight each other before the final battle was, in a way, not a bad thing.

However, in the next instant, La's expression suddenly tightened.

The scene that unfolded before him was indeed beyond his expectations.

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In the fourth layer of the Spirit Realm, the All-Spirit Realm.

Black and white hues spun indeterminately, the Well of Reincarnation stood tall at the center of the world.

The River of Oblivion meandered, countless spirits within it stripped of memory, undergoing Judgement, and then reincarnated anew.

As one of the three innate rivers of the Underworld with partial authority, much like Styx continually drew Strength from Vows, it was also gaining something from the settled memories.

The most precious treasure of these beings nurtured it constantly, allowing it to become as powerful as its neighbors.

Standing beside the Well of Reincarnation, Erinys, the deity of autumn and The End, performed her duties as usual.

Specks of divine light fell in all directions, and the dead souls were accordingly reincarnated following the standard. Since their memories had already been washed away, there was no struggle or reluctance, and the scene was one of quiet serenity.

Whoosh...

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Whoosh—

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Whoosh—

"Hmm?"

With a change in expression, Erinys's eyes sharpened.

The waters of the River of Oblivion suddenly churned unnaturally, catching her attention in an instant.

In the current All-Spirit Realm, only the River of Oblivion was connected to the outside world; all other channels of communication had long been sealed.

This unusual fluctuation was likely a harbinger of outsiders.

Whoosh—!

The river water slapped against the riverbed, with countless uncertain souls sinking and floating within it.

Erinys made a decisive move, trying to link her will to Samsara.