Chapter 132: Chapter 102: The Great Sun
“I should get used to this appearance a bit more—by the way, slate, you’ve said before that the gods do not understand the mysteries of their own authority, what about you?”
There was a hint of curiosity, after all, Hecate was not capable of doing it at the moment, and she also felt that it was extraordinarily difficult to accomplish.
However, this time, the Book of All Laws did not reveal any follow-up content. Because in fact, Hecate was quite right, even he himself was actually unable to fully comprehend the principles behind the authority he wielded.
When standing high above, although one can overlook the entirety of mountains and rivers, one can never see what’s at one’s feet. And if one is born high above, then it’s impossible to experience the process of climbing up from below, which is true for all gods, himself included. N/nêw n0vel chap/ers are published o/n n0v/e/(lb)i(n.)co/m
He had considered completing this part, but it was not a simple task.
“Forget it, just watch the drama unfold.”
Aside, although she did not receive a response, the answer had already become quite evident. Thus, Hecate smiled, then shifted her focus away from these matters.
As for the centaur peeking from the side, she would deal with him after today’s affairs were over, as she currently had no time to spare for him.
She looked towards the distant continent where the battle continued unabated, not at all affected by the transient scene of silver fire that had just flickered by.
The birth of the Magic Net was crucial for Hecate, and it held exceptional significance for both the Spirit Realm and the current world, but for the gods at this moment, other than proving there was one more deity in the world, it had no further meaning. Even the slowly descending western sky was not a concern to the gods at this time, let alone the minor disturbances above the East Sea.
The Divine King was contesting with Mother Earth, who was clearly at a disadvantage. Apart from the coupled God of the Ocean and Zeus being barely able to interfere, the other True Gods could only protect themselves from the shockwaves of the collision and were unable to influence the battle’s tide.
But in the starry heavens, the Sun, which had lost control due to Helios hiding in the East Sea, was undergoing subtle changes unnoticed.
Crack—
In the midst of the grand Sun, besides the substance flowing like liquid, there was nothing else.
Or to be precise, even if there was, it would have been burned to ashes long ago.
The sounds he had just heard were those tiny cracks expanding.
“This is...”
At first, the God of Sun did not grasp what was happening. But soon, the sealing chains, which had long ceased receiving a steady influx of power, began to gradually erode under the sheer force of the Sun itself.
From tiny fissures to inch-long meltdowns, the seals’ disintegration progressed at an alarmingly visible speed, akin to an avalanche.
“This is—!”
Jolted to sudden awareness, Hyperion, realizing what was unfolding, stared fixedly at the disintegrating chains. He had no knowledge of what had transpired outside, clueless as to why, right after hearing Cronus’s voice, his own seals began to crumble.
But he did not care for such matters. Thousands of years of imprisonment had not extinguished the fiery passion within the God of Sun; rather, it had only grown more intense.
Perhaps it was because he had spent too long at the Sun’s core that the influence of his Godhood of “Sun” seemed to strengthen. Now, Hyperion was more under the sway of the Sun’s will itself.
Without any reservations or limits, to dominate the starry heavens, this was the Sun’s innate impulse.
With the weakening of his chains, the familiar sensation of power slowly returned. As divine energy, silent for millennia, reconvened, the God of Sun’s gaze penetrated the supreme celestial body and settled on the distant lands. He immediately discerned the boundless colossal silhouette but felt not an ounce of dread at the sight.
Hyperion recognized that being; although its aura felt somewhat strange and its appearance somewhat different, the most crucial temporal and spatial Divine Authority undeniably confirmed to him that this was an old friend—the second Divine King, Cronus, who had sealed him here.
He was in battle, and his adversary was their shared Mother Goddess. He seemed invincible, but the God of Sun harbored no fear.
Although he could not perceive the slightest flaw in the other’s power—Cronus appeared invulnerable, absolutely dominating Mother Earth—how could the disintegrating seal, dissipating without cause, be a falsehood?
If this was truly the extent of the adversary’s power, why would he need to reclaim such an ‘insignificant’ amount of strength?
The only answer was that the other was merely putting on an act.
Perhaps he had found a way to temporarily elevate his power, but this could not last. The crumbling seal was the undeniable proof.