Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

However, it was just a momentary thing, so fleeting that she thought it might be an illusion. The magic jar quickly returned to normal.

"What\'s wrong?"

"Nothing, probably just didn\'t rest well."

Shaking her head lightly, Pandora, after repeatedly trying to sense any abnormalities, could detect nothing unusual about the magic jar. She could only chalk it up to a hallucination, perhaps due to her high expectations of the jar, which is why even now she could experience such illusions.

"...Fine."

Glancing at Pandora, but Epimetheus truly did not notice any other changes, so he didn\'t ask any further questions.

If there was indeed something amiss, he didn\'t think Pandora would be able to hide it from him indefinitely. From the very moment she was created, she wasn\'t endowed with such superior abilities; if there were any accidents, he was bound to find out sooner or later.

...

The tremor of the magic jar was real, of course, but it indeed had nothing to do with Pandora. It was the fate of the creatures on earth, yet it had no connection to her.

She had once prayed to the magic jar for god-like immortality and god-like strength. The divine nature could grant the latter, but clearly not the former. Hence, they bypassed Pandora and also bypassed the original gods of the earth.

Some of them landed on certain beings, whether on land or sea, whether they were Nymphs, wild beasts, or certain territorial gods; many more fell into corners, waiting for the arrival of their rightful owners in the future.

No matter where they landed, these keys to power under some influence chose \'fitting\' owners. They might not be strong, they might not be wise, but at the very least, they were beings capable of keeping secrets and holding some aspirations for further advancement.

Silently, the course of fate slightly shifted once more. It\'s just that now, the gods on Mount of the Gods had no knowledge of it.

Because today, the Divine King had summoned all the gods, they therefore gathered together. According to Zeus\'s words, he would announce a major event today.

Although they didn\'t know what it was, the Olympian Gods still came when called.

...

Thud, thud—

After crossing the river that the gods passed when they created the first humans, walking through the dense jungle, and after a long search, the deity with a silver bow finally arrived at this vast plain.

In the sky above, stars were falling, which also made Apollo look up. He gripped his silver bow involuntarily, but then relinquished his hold, knowing that his arrows couldn\'t reach the stars in The Sky from the earth.

"Let\'s say the stars are singing my praises."

Lowering his gaze, Apollo no longer focused on celestial matters but looked towards the vast plains before him.

In his view, the remnants of old-era buildings were still scattered across the land. At the edge of his vision, Apollo seemed to see a tall and sacred temple. With just a glance, he was certain that it was the place he was seeking.

The Temple of Delphi, the world\'s ancient and most venerated oracle, the site that hosted the most numerous and powerful deities. Here, almost all the gods who had ever been active in the world had their statues, and its main hall was the only place that specifically worshipped a Primordial Deity.

According to Leto\'s instructions before departing, Apollo knew that what he sought was there. But before that, he had another task to accomplish: to prove his valor with the blood of the python.

Even setting aside their differences in authority, the same Divine Power in the hands of different deities could produce different outcomes. Like Queen Hera, whom Leto regarded as an enemy, though her domain was not in warfare, she remained the most extraordinary among all goddesses.

"It\'s like a performance, fulfilling the task given to me by the one behind the scenes, then collecting my reward from him... So be it, let\'s perform, at least this is what the Mother Goddess wants to see."

In silent contemplation, Apollo turned around. The Temple was not yet where he was to go; the serpent with Divine Blood wasn\'t there.

It was in the Panasus mountain range. Even across a great distance, Apollo sensed its presence.

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As he grew and began to wield the power befitting a deity, the python that he once deemed insurmountable no longer seemed so fearsome. The serpent also seemed to realize this and had retreated deep into the continent and hidden its tracks long before Apollo came knocking at its door.

But now that he had found his target, the outcome of the battle could be anticipated. Even without using Divine Power, Apollo was confident in his victory.

"Thwack—"

Drawing his silver bow, Apollo released an arrow towards where he sensed his prey, then stamped his right foot onto the ground, launching himself powerfully towards the mountain range.

Accompanied by a loud hiss and a crash, a battle erupted at the edge of the peaceful plain.

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Clang—

A loud noise echoed as the massive doors slowly closed, and within the hall, the gods took their seats.

Servants threaded through the sleek tables, offering wine and delicacies to the gods. Today, they heeded the Divine King\'s summons, once again setting aside their affairs to convene. Yet true to the nature of divinity, regardless of whether the meeting was serious or not, it didn\'t disturb their enjoyment of life.

However, hearing the sound of the doors closing, still many a deity cast glances in that direction. Although the previously damaged spots had been fixed and looked no different from before, many couldn\'t help but look there when they passed the doorway earlier.