Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

And the Underworld is probably the least suitable place for planting vegetation, apart from the Abyss.

"Let's pick that spot, Svartalfheim, the dark nation of the Otherworld. Once these lives are created by you in the future, let them thrive there first. You can also make this vast underground world your territory."

With a casual gesture, a pathway opened. In theory, the Underworld, a realm unto itself, could only be entered and exited through a single portal, where the Styx River flowed, yet this clearly wasn't a limitation for Erebus.

"Especially those wraiths, do not let them occupy the underground for that so-called Hades. It's best to keep this naturally dark place 'ownerless.'"

Listening to the words of the Lord of Darkness, Moanda looked towards the opposite end of the passage. She didn't like the environment over there either, but she had no choice. The earth was Gaia's very body, and no matter what, she couldn't possibly plant the Golden Apple Tree on the surface.

Moreover, this underground space might not necessarily be a bad spot for her. Although Moanda and the consciousness of the Golden Apple shared the body, and she shared wisdom with the other, the other sharing its body and strength with her, there was, in fact, still a gap between them.

Just as that consciousness still needed to learn and grow, for Moanda, the divine authority shared by both ultimately still favored the other.

But seeing this underground world, previously undiscovered, Moanda began to conceive a method to change this situation.

Gaia once created all sorts of plants in the world, but that certainly didn't include this lifeless underground realm, so if she could also create new plants here, it would not only help her familiarize with her power but also bring into the world plants that were uniquely her creations.

"I understand. Those wraiths... I don't like them either."

The matter of creating new plants would have to wait until she had a better grasp of the underground world's environment. Tidying up the corpses of the lives from the surface, Moanda carefully lifted the giant egg and then entered the pathway opened by the Lord of Darkness. For better or worse, that place would be her new home for a considerable time to come.

The figure of the Elf disappeared into the portal and then vanished altogether while watching her leave, Erebus closed the temporary portal. He was in very good spirits now. Creating life was secondary; the resolution of something that had troubled him for a long time truly made him feel that his prior efforts were meaningful.

Elements were not solely his to possess; taking more or less of them didn't make much difference.

"But speaking of it, the Magic Net is indeed an interesting thing."

Shaking his head gently, Erebus turned and returned to the Realm of Lightness.

He wasn't Gaia and couldn't walk the world day in and day out like her, not to mention that, if it weren't for having things to do, he truly didn't wish to venture out often.

After today, his next outing would probably be when his dear sister awoke. A seat among the audience on Mount Olympus certainly couldn't lack his presence.

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The Spirit Realm, fifth layer.

"Hum——"

In the chaotic and disordered interface, nothing had a fixed form; only black mist roamed incessantly among the illusory stars.

However, in contrast to the past, a small interface composed of positive energy and faith had taken root here. Half of it 'embedded' within the fifth layer of the Spirit Realm, anchoring the surrounding chaotic space-time significantly, while its other half extended into the outside world, maintaining some temporal-spatial connection with the stars.

If one observed carefully, they would see beings emitting light moving in and out, seemingly constructing this homeland in their own manner.

Seven Hills Paradise, although currently only two layers of its outline had just been built by the reincarnated Celestial Clan, limited by the scarcity of the Power of Faith, it indeed existed and even provided some blessings akin to those of a territorial god. Of course, these blessings were now dispersed because the future Paradise Mountain didn't yet have a ruler in name.

But the humming sound echoing in the interface had nothing to do with it; the true source was four lights of different colors floating in the void.

The four orbs floated in the fifth layer of the Spirit Realm, infinitely small on the outside and infinitely large on the inside. They seemed to share a mysterious connection with each other, making them both opposing and unifying. As time ticked away, the interiors of the orbs slowly began to evolve, but as soon as the change started, the yellow orb was the first to flicker.

"Hum——"

"Bang——!"

Unable to hold on for long despite the interface's attempt to maintain stability, the yellow orb burst into pieces, causing the other three to become unstable as well. Watching this, Laine had no choice but to wave his hand to erase the remaining three orbs as well.

This was not the first time this had happened, yet the result was invariably similar.

"Indeed, it's still not possible. The underlying layer of this world is uneven, like life and death, without my effort, they could never achieve balance."

Yet another failure. This time, Laine could no longer draw any lessons from it.

Some things can't be achieved, not because of insufficient effort, but because the objective conditions simply do not allow it. In this case, he had no solution to the problem either.

"...Let's try with that instead. Compared to the others, having the 'Well of Reincarnation', it might be more stable." Enjoy more content from m-v l'e|-NovelBin.net

Opening his palm, the fresh black gleam entering the Spirit Realm settled into his hand, Laine continued to gaze at the chaotic space-time in front of him.

To seek order amidst chaos, an anchor is needed, and the strength of the anchor varies with the level of chaos.

The third layer of the Spirit Realm was the least chaotic, so dreams and minds sufficed. The fourth layer was even more so, but using the Well of Reincarnation to anchor it was overkill. Facing the tumultuous chaos of the fifth layer, Laine had to find another path.

To suppress the chaos of the interface, use an interface. Creating a realm with Themis was one option; doing it himself was another.