Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

I did not stay in the human world for long, and left quickly. Regarding Nuo's existence and her sudden whim, she still planned to find someone to discuss it.

So she did not give more instructions, but left a star disk to guide the direction. The starlight of destiny will guide humans to find the most suitable place, and during this period of time, she will study how to establish a church.

Since the name of the Lord is to be spread, there must be text, classics, and regulations. She must tell these humans what they can and cannot do, but for these things, Iwen Jielin is obviously not very good at it.

She came suddenly and left suddenly. Looking at the place where the angel disappeared, Nuo held the star disk in his hand. In its center, a faint starlight lingered, pointing directly to the southeast.

"Except the Lord, are they all false gods?"

Iwen Jielin's words still brought a huge impact to the primitive pan-belief that was still in the stage of ignorance. In the past, although the God King was higher than the gods, there was no such strong subordinate relationship between them. The gods were autonomous at least in name.

But now, the sudden "monotheism" is not like this. Those who obey the Lord are only angels, and those who do not obey are false gods. The concept of this statement in faith is like the transformation of feudalism and great unification in the secular world. It seems to be both shocking and inevitable.

However, Nuo quickly accepted this statement. Since he has decided to spread the Lord's holy name for the rest of his life, he naturally has to put the Lord in the only and highest position.

"Sir Cohen, your origin really surprises me."

Taking a long breath, Nuo looked at Cohen on the side.

The first human created. No matter how you think about it, Cohen's identity is very intriguing.

"I'm sorry, but please believe that I didn't mean to hide it, but I didn't know how the Olympian gods treated me as a survivor. Now it seems that my worries have come true."

Shaking his head, after listening to Evelyn's words, Cohen was shocked and probably understood why she had such an attitude towards him.

If the Golden Man King who once entered the dream was just a devout believer, then Cohen now undoubtedly has his own beliefs. He would think, question, and choose. Although this does not mean that he will no longer believe in gods, it is obviously not in line with the angel's belief.

However, Cohen is still very grateful to her. No matter what the purpose is, the [Civilization Slate] has benefited the human beings of three eras and saved him from the erosion of divine fragments. And from beginning to end, he has never been asked to pay anything for it.

"Let's not talk about this, Nuo, I promise you that we will go together later. On the way, I can slowly tell you my story. Not only that, I have a lot to teach you."

"The knowledge that the gods relayed to the bronze humans all originated from the Golden Age, but in fact, what they relayed was not complete."

Cohen said in a deep voice. No one in the world knows the knowledge passed down in the [Civilization Slate] better than him. There are even some contents that the golden humans can't use, which are still stored in Cohen's mind.

He plans to teach all of this to Nuo and help them build their own city. He also plans to teach them some of his research, not only his method of physical training, but also Cohen's research on divine fragments.

Over the years, the fragments sealed in the gold products along the way gradually gave him some clues. Cohen found that according to the strength of the power, these fragments seemed to be divided into levels.

The lower the level, the weaker the impact on the spirit. Not every fragment will bring the same impact as the one he merged with, which contains an almost irresistible impact on mortals. Under the fragment that Cohen merged, there are five different levels, and the weakest one, although not powerful, in Cohen's estimation, as long as it is a determined human, it can safely accept its existence.

With their help, the people led by Nuo can better survive the disaster on the road. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Cohen alone to protect all of them.

"Really? That's great. Sir Cohen, in fact, I have been very interested in these stories of the old times."

Somewhat happy, Nuo also picked up a fennel branch and drew a flame from the holy fire. But when talking about the stories of the old times, his expression was a little regretful.

"Disaster, I heard before that there was a man named Ander who was good at performing dramas. He could use puppets to depict past events. Unfortunately, I couldn't find him, and I don't know if he survived the flood."

Sighing, Nuo no longer indulged in these things. He turned around and looked at the people around him.

The arrival of the angel lifted people's spirits a lot, especially she also pointed out the direction for people to move forward. After the disaster, hope is the most inspiring thing.

Standing in front of them, Nuo held up the holy fire.

"Since the messenger of the Lord has pointed the way for us, we should not stay here any longer. Now, look for what is left in the flood, and hope that we can get there before the three seasons rotate."

"There, we will have a kingdom that belongs to us alone under the protection of the Lord."

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Spirit world.

Returning from the human world, passing through three layers of barriers, and entering the world of all spirits, Yi Wenjielin came to the side of the well of reincarnation.

Although she had only been out for a short period of time, she had already noticed that this interface was different from the past. The space-time channels that originally covered the interface were closed one by one. From then on, the fourth spiritual world no longer welcomes visitors from other levels.

Only on the river of forgetfulness that extends to the underworld, souls are constantly being sent here. However, it can only go in and out. If someone tries to sneak into the world of spirits through it, even if they can resist the power of forgetfulness, they may not be able to return to the outside world.

Because if you go down the river, you will only be eroded by the instinctive power of the River of Oblivion, but if you go upstream, you are provoking the Styx itself.

"Your Highness?"

Just as she was about to tell Lyanna about what happened today in detail, Evelyn glanced around. But not only did she fail to find Lyanna, but she unexpectedly saw Ryan next to the Well of Reincarnation.

At this time, Ryan was standing on the tall well wall, looking at the well surface which was as huge as an inland sea.

The power of life and death circulates inside, chasing and rotating. Every moment, souls are thrown into it, and souls are leaving along the mysterious passage.

Like a little girl who was caught secretly doing bad things, Yiwen Jielin couldn't help but become nervous, and even folded the white wings on her back. After hesitating for a moment, she walked slowly to Ryan's side and greeted softly:

"Your Highness, it was my fault for failing to guard the Well of Reincarnation before."

"If it's just this, you've done a good job."

Said casually, Ryan turned around. In front of him, Yiwen Jielin stood there quietly. If you just looked at the scene in front of you, you would probably not be able to imagine that she just said those words in front of a mortal.

But Ryan didn't care how she praised him. In fact, the primitive hymns written by the bronze humans to the Olympus gods also contained exaggerated narratives, so he naturally had no need to deliberately reject them. But compared to these, what really caught Ryan's attention was what Nuo Zheng was going to do.

“You want to plant a church?”

With an inexplicable look on his face, Ryan asked suddenly.

"Ah, Your Highness, I just, I established it for you -"

She explained in a panic, but seeing Ryan's smile, Yiwen Jielin became quiet again.

She didn't know how Ryan viewed this matter. He seemed to have always turned a blind eye to the beliefs of the outside world. But looking at it now, at least this is not an objection.

"You want to build a church, but have you ever thought about how to run it and rely on pure strength?"

Ryan asked casually without agreeing or reprimanding.

"No, Your Highness, I intend to let that human handle it on his own, while I will help him when he encounters difficulties."

Unexpectedly, Yi Wenjie Lin seemed to have thought carefully and she did give her own thoughts.

"Furthermore, in order to put an end to the mistakes made by those false gods, I thought of a way to ensure faith. I will use the existence of the [Devil Net] to give mortals power that can be used in the world. Depending on the strength of this power, , is their belief.”

"Those who have no faith will always be at the bottom of mankind. Only those who have pious faith can stand at the top. In this way, the mistakes made by those false gods will not happen again."

Looking up at Ryan slightly, Yiwen Jielin seemed to want a response, and Ryan nodded accordingly. At first, he had no idea what he wanted to use the church for, but as Evelyn described it, he suddenly had some ideas.

Perhaps many things are indeed much better done by people than by God.

"Then go ahead and follow your own ideas."

Smiling, Ryan looked back at the surface of the Well of Reincarnation.

Through the mixed colors of the well water, he seemed to be looking at something else.

"Whether you succeed or fail, now that you have started, stick to it. I think this should also be a special experience for you."

Useless or not, it may be good to have a church. Ryan himself doesn't care about those extra beliefs, but that doesn't mean the angels don't need them.

And vaguely, Ryan also had a guess. Perhaps the construction of certain symbols lies not only in the world, but also in living beings.

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After the Flood, the Bronze Humans were seemingly forgotten.

On Mount Olympus, except for Hestia who felt the vague power of faith, the other gods had long since stopped paying attention to their existence and put their energy elsewhere.

After a heated debate, with expressions of either satisfaction or unwillingness, the party came to an abrupt end. The gods had long forgotten that this was a banquet prepared for the God of Beauty. They left one after another and returned to their palaces on the sacred mountain.

The recent changes have been too rapid and intense. I am afraid that the gods will stabilize for a long time in the future.

Soon only Zeus and Hera were left in the empty hall. The palace seemed extremely deserted, and the nymphs who were standing there had already retreated. Looking at the still damaged door, the God King sat on the throne, playing with the scepter in his hand.

"What, are you discouraged?"

As if sarcastically, Hera suddenly said on the golden throne.

"Disheartened. If this continues, I may really lose confidence."

The fingers tap the gems on the scepter, which symbolize the authority of heaven, earth and sea. In the era of Cronus, this scepter briefly possessed extraordinary power because of its owner, but now, it has returned to its original state.

This seems to be a metaphor for his royal power, which is nothing but the name. Only in front of those weak gods can he show the majesty of the God King. Even if he is Zeus, if he only faces setbacks one after another, his original ambition will only be worn away. But precisely because he is Zeus, he will not allow this scene to happen in reality.

He was afraid of his own child and the fate of 'surpassing his father', so he did not give him a chance to be born. And now, since he can already see the consequences of going down the current path, he will not allow everything to remain unchanged even if he has to face unknown dangers.

Beside, Hera laughed mockingly, but her eyes calmed down.

"Oh, is this the God King? Should I praise you for your perseverance?"

With a sneer, Hera stood up from the golden throne. She didn't know how much affection she still had with Zeus, but as the Queen of Heaven, the glory of the God King was half as great as hers. Although she didn't know where Zeus's confidence came from, now that she felt his will as before, Hera no longer bothered about it.

Behind her, Zeus did not say anything back. He watched silently as his sister stepped through the door, and then with a sound, the door closed, blocking the light outside.

"Come on, let me see what is waiting for me as the destined divine king."

After a long time, the sun chariot sank into the west, and night enveloped the earth. In silence, the figure of Zeus disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was already holding his [Thunder Arrow] in his right hand, standing in the heart of Olympus.

As the mountain formed by the body of Uriah, the god of mountains, Mount Olympus originally had no holes. However, it wasn't until Zeus came here following the mysterious induction that he was surprised to find that such a place had appeared here.

"No, this is the overlap of space."

Upon closer inspection, Zeus saw the mystery inside. It's not that there is an extra space here, but that there is another space that overlaps with this one.

Before stepping in, all he could see was a hollow in the mountain. But once he actually stepped in, no one knew what was inside.

"call--"

Exhaling a breath and no longer hesitating, Zeus took a step forward.

The next moment, with the distortion of time and space, his figure disappeared.

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"Crash-"

My consciousness is a little blurry, like waking up from a hangover, and my perception is dark. However, as he gradually woke up, Zeus felt that something seemed not quite right about his current state.

He seemed to be moving, but he was definitely not controlling his body to walk. His body seemed to have its own consciousness and was doing something spontaneously. He has no vision,

The spirit began to gather, and with the return of consciousness, Zeus finally 'opened' his eyes and saw everything around him.

What caught his eyes was a primitive and unfamiliar world.

"This is.?"

Surrounded by tall ancient trees, the forest is filled with flowers of various colors. A magical aroma filled the air, and birds flew across the sky.

This is a primitive jungle, like what Zeus has not seen yet, the environment near Mount Odiles in the early stages of the last era of Chaos. They are secondary products derived from the original plants. Although they do not have divinity, they are also rare treasures in the eyes of mortals.

However, all of these are just embellishments, and they have no place in Zeus's eyes at this moment. At the end of the line of sight, a huge black shadow that seemed to connect heaven and earth occupied everything. It exuded powerful vitality and seemed to be the source of all things.

‘Yectrasil’, this is its real name. I don't know why, but the name automatically popped into Zeus's mind the moment he saw it.

This is not the power of 'knowing it when you see it', it's more like the concept was already in his mind, and now, he 'remembered' it.

Shocked and a little scared, Zeus didn't know what was going on and why he couldn't control his body. However, at this moment, he found himself suddenly speaking.

"The rumored fountain of wisdom. I hope it will come true."

I don't know when, the God King's [Thunder] disappeared, and he was holding a weapon he had never seen before in his hand. He looked at the huge sacred tree in the distance and walked there step by step.

At this moment, sensing everything in the outside world, Zeus finally understood what was happening.

This is not the real world, but a place between reality and fiction. Here are the last remnants of someone who touched greatness.