Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Asura, this is a typical fabricated term, which in Laine’s fleeting memory before he arrived in this world, existed in the mythology of another Eastern civilization.

Sometimes they were seen as deities, but sometimes not; however, they mostly lacked innate duties and powers and were innately warlike, with a strong desire for life. Placing such a term here couldn’t be more fitting.

Thus, when the Ancient Serpent spoke, it was as if the world bestowed a ’true name’ upon the newborn realm, and the emerging domain was branded with a name at its origin.

"It looks like, everything’s going smoothly."

In the slowed space-time influenced by some power, Asmodeus’s tired voice rose again.

In the distance, Moya had already regained composure. She no longer toyed with the ’Laine’ and ’beauty’ that fell into her hand like a cat with a mouse, but surged forth with her power towards the nascent little world. Stay connected via empire

She could already feel the violent tremors of Tartarus’s will, the impact of the fall of a Demon God. She intended to salvage whatever little she could, but watching Moya’s actions, the Ancient Serpent showed no intention of stopping her.

Because the brief period of confrontation had confirmed something, the Mother of Demons, although suddenly wielding such great power, had equally significant limitations.

And that would soon become apparent.

"Yes, everything’s going smoothly, except for the ’brave’ Crius whose Divine Body was destroyed, there were no additional losses,"

"Hmm... it looks like me."

Asmodeus continued, and this time the Ancient Serpent did not respond.

Because just like he said, his Divine Body probably wouldn’t ’escape death’ either. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Actually, to speak frankly, even as Laine’s evil side, the Serpent of the Central Court didn’t simply have him impersonate himself to attract attention for some perverse pleasure; the fundamental reason was his irreplaceability.

Both he and the Serpent of the Central Court had ownership of Hell, which made manipulating fate a bit easier on that level. His true body was now truly Hell itself, and the external Divine Body wasn’t that important, so he matched better in various aspects. Of course, the most important point was, since he wasn’t able to exert much power anyway, he might as well serve a purpose here.

After all, when all one’s power was used to counter the pressure from the Abyss, that Divine Body naturally became just a shell. Though some Divine Power still lingered, the Lord of the Nine Hells had no energy left to separate his consciousness for battle.

Therefore, Asmodeus simply offered it up, though he probably couldn’t return, but that wasn’t much of an issue.

"The new realm has indeed been born, and as expected, it’s as if the whole world is a vast ceremony. In each battle that takes place within it, the losers will be sacrificed to the victors — this is the effect of the sacrifice rules written into the Abyss and Hell, and is the manifestation of the authority represented by that Abyssal Demon Lord."

Without receiving a response, but the voice continued nonetheless. Because the new realm’s rules seemed reasonable, there were some problems within them.

"It will suppress a part of the divine-level power, this is also a protection for its own structural stability. Therefore, non-divine lives may become the main contenders in the future. But are there any non-divine existences in the current Abyss?"

"There are."

Asserted confidently, the Ancient Serpent glanced towards the place from where it had just launched an attack, which was also the exit of Hell.

There, some lingering light flowed continually, leftovers from the deaths of those Demon Gods.

Some were intercepted, and would become part of the Nine Hells’ power as war trophies, but many escaped. This was also the final function of Tartarus’s power. If the lives of the Demon Gods couldn’t be saved, then protecting their own ’wealth’ was the most crucial matter.

"At least, there are now."

Speaking again, the Ancient Serpent withdrew its gaze.

The first contest between Purgatory and the Abyss had thus come to an end.

...

"—Deceiver!"

A sharp voice burst forth from within, and at the moment the power in Hell exploded, Moya instantly realized she had been deceived.

Although up to now, she still couldn’t see what was wrong with the being she had captured, the truth was now clear—it must be a fake.

They had tricked her in some way, played her for a fool, and she had been so self-satisfied just a moment ago?

Her eyes filled with red, blood roiled over her body, Moya looked toward that forming world, her rage driving her to rush violently towards it.

She wanted to destroy this creation, which was almost a proof of her humiliation. Even at some cost, she wanted to strangle this fragile trinket in its cradle.

However, contrary to Moya’s expectations, no one came to stop her. She charged to the edges of the emptying space-time bubble and collided with the newborn world.

Boom—

The roar erupted, the intense trembling causing Moya to feel momentarily dizzy.

She was surprised, as her power at that time shouldn’t have been harmed by such a small realm’s fledgling form; that was supposed to be impossible.

But it didn’t matter. After such a blow, it must have already—

"How can this be?"

Stunned and confused, in front of Moya, the little world’s form hadn’t suffered much damage. It had merely been knocked out of position and then stopped changing.