Chapter 1037 The Rebels and the Pantheon

Chapter 1037 The Rebels and the Pantheon

The cosmic playground had been silent for too long. The Gods, too afraid to enrage the Primal, had been forced to spend their eternal lives in seclusion. Some lived in the worlds of the cosmos like ordinary people, but their eternal lives weren't fulfilling among the mortals. Their beloved aged and died in what felt like days to the eternal beings. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

They couldn't even use the power they had accumulated over the aeons because they were too afraid the Primal would kill them. Even now, the Gods were still too afraid to move openly. However, that didn't mean they couldn't move in the isolated dimensions they had created to fight against each other in the shadows of the cosmic playground.

The Primal's domain might be the vast universe, but it didn't include the isolated dimensions. Their Essences had to be at certain places before they could tear apart the fabric of space and reality and emerge there. That said, the Primal didn't witness many battles between the Rebels and the other Gods of the Pantheon.

Sometimes, the gods struggled more after attaining godhood than when they were still Demi Gods. At least, they could intercept into the worldly matters of the mortals as Demi Gods. Even after their Divinities had formed, Demi Gods were still allowed to attack mortals and protect their famileis with all their might. Even the Divinity used by Demi Gods were allowed to be used against them. That said, the difference between a complete Divinity and a Demi God's Divinity was like the stark contrast between mist and ice. Water could be found in both, yet mist and ice weren't the same. A Demi God's Divinity had the presence of mist. It was fleeting and barely noticeable in the weave of the universe. However, the Divinities of proper gods were solid like ice. Their Divinity was interwoven into the endless web of the universe and would affect it until the end of time. But while the Rebels accepted changes and looked forward to the changes occurring to the universe as the Divinities formed and shaped it, the Primal did not accept any changes. They had witnessed what the changes could do to the universe – the first birth of mortal Gods and their use of divinities lead to the first birth of full-fledged gods. This seemingly subtle change affected the course of the eras. It endangered the Primal's life of peace and silence and forced them to intervene.

After all, what would happen if the universe changed again and more beings like the Primal were born...being as strong or stronger than the Primal...with the desire to get rid of the old generation?

The Primal couldn't afford that to happen. Therefore, they started hunting everyone who used their godly Divinities without permission. The Primal Pantheon's Divinities influenced the weave of the universe, too, but the Primal choose the gods to join the Primal Pantheon carefully. They picked gods whose Divinities wouldn't be permanently interwoven into the web of the universe. One way or another, the Primal Pantheon and the Rebels engaged in a fierce battle within the secluded dimension where the weave of the universe wouldn't be affected. After all, the Primal would be able to sense it otherwise. The Rebels had been accumulating power and intel for as long as they could think. They came up with countless plans and waited patiently. Some couldn't wait as patient as others, thinking they were strong enough to defeat the Primal alone. Beelzebub was one of them. He couldn't be killed by the Primal without accidentally altering the weave of the universe as well, but they could seal Beelzebub's Essence away. They did the same thing to Fenrir and many other Gods, whose strength and Essence threatened the Weave.

But now Beelzebub was back, and the Rebels had waited long enough. Their patience finally came to fruition. They reached the last step of their final plan.

All they had to do was to eliminate the Primal Pantheon!