Boom!
In the boundless silence of darkness, a sudden flash of lightning tore through the void, followed by a thunderous roar.
Light finally appeared in the dark world.
However, light had never been a good omen.
The voluptuous and beautiful goddess Metis, with deep and profound eyes, held a lump of bloody flesh in her arms, her back facing the lightning in the sky. A sea-blue light screen stretched across above them, shattered and broken under the strikes of thunder.
Every time lightning struck, a wound would open on the goddess's back, and blood dripped from her body.
Her face was pale. She bit her lips and endured the unspeakable pain.
Beside her stood a radiant young girl, her face full of worry as she looked at her mother.
With each strike of lightning, her heart trembled, fearing her mother would not be able to withstand it.
The divine blood of Metis fell into the void, but instead of dissipating, it was absorbed by silver-white vine-like tendrils resembling blood vessels. These formed a strange array surrounding Metis.
Finally, after hundreds of thunderous strikes, the lightning stopped.
The light vanished, and the world seemed to return to darkness once more.
"Mother…"
The young girl Athena tried to step into the array, but was stopped by Metis's stern gaze.
Grief filled her heart, as if she had already foreseen her mother, just like her incompletely conceived brother Bolos, would soon face death.
Metis, the first wife of Zeus, the Olympus The King of the Gods, who gave everything to help him gain his throne—once The Goddess of Wisdom—now looked sorrowful, letting out a shrill scream as she cursed the heavens:
"Zeus, I curse you! One day, my child will overthrow Mount Olympus and take everything from you!"
Then, she placed the lump of flesh into the core of the array, along with a branch she had obtained by chance, which seemed older than the entire world itself.
Within that ancient branch, a soul slumbered—ancient yet feeble.
"The Divine Power of the father, given unknowingly, shall revive you, my child;
The divine blood of the mother, offered willingly, shall revive you, my child;
An ancient soul from who knows where, forced to offer itself, shall revive you, my child."
Metis chanted a divine incantation she once obtained from a foreign god.
Her blood continuously surged into the lump of flesh, while the lightning Divine Power preserved by the array slowly seeped into it.
The bloody mass churned and wrapped around the ancient branch, from which the aura of life began to spread.
"Can Bolos really be revived?"
Outside the array, Athena's eyes lit up with surprise and joy.
She had thought the divine incantation her mother had received from the passing foreign god would do nothing but hasten her death.
She never expected that a miracle would unfold before her eyes.
...
The lump of flesh churned, thumping like a heartbeat, filling Metis and Athena with anticipation.
Soon, they saw it taking shape—forming the body of an infant who let out a joyful laugh.
"Bolos, my child!"
Metis, now extremely weak and close to death, crawled toward the infant, hoping to embrace him one last time before dying.
But before she could reach him, the baby began to change.
He grew—one year old, two, three... until he settled into the form of a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old youth.
Unexpectedly, the boy, though handsome, looked neither like Zeus nor Metis.
With black hair and black eyes, he resembled Nyx, the Lord of the Night.
Among all the gods, only that primordial sovereign had black hair and black pupils.
In his hand, the ancient withered branch radiated life again, transforming into a strangely shaped tree.
Its roots and tip formed two endpoints, connected by three thick trunks, with branches weaving between them.
It no longer looked like a tree, but more like a strange Divine Artifact, with unspeakable laws rotating within it.
The youth looked at his body, smiled lightly, and said, "I'm finally revived."
"Bolos, is it? I accept your name and inherit your karma."
His words were not from this world. Each syllable and tone was brief yet forceful, carrying an indescribable rhythm. Neither Metis nor Athena could understand.
Metis looked at the youth, horror flashing in her eyes. "It's you!"
She recognized him clearly as the foreign god who had given her the divine incantation long ago.
"Yes, it's me, The Goddess of Wisdom, Lady Metis."
This time, the youth used the language of this world so that both Metis and Athena could understand.
He was a Cultivator from a post-spiritual-era Eastern city, who, by chance, had acquired an ancient Rare Magical Treasure from the Primordial Age, and thus entered the world of cultivation. He called himself Daoist Meng.
Although he practiced Cultivation, it was no different from the Cultivation of Demonic Arts.
The Rare Magical Treasure he had obtained was called the Heart of Celestial Tree, said to be the essence left behind after the mythical tree that connected heaven and earth was severed during the severing of heavenly communication.
The Heart of Celestial Tree had fused with Daoist Meng's soul, allowing him to absorb all forms of life force, Magic Power, and Mystic Power to strengthen his own.
With its power, Daoist Meng grew from an ordinary student into the Demonic Overlord feared by all in the cultivation world of post-spiritual-era Blue Star.
All over the globe, he had visited places bearing traces of cultivation—churches, magic schools, temples, cultivation sects.
Absorbing all energy to perfect himself, he eventually reached the verge of Ascension.
Unfortunately, during the Tribulation Ascension, perhaps due to offending too many powerful beings by destroying too many sects, several figures made a move, and he was utterly destroyed amidst the lightning tribulation.
But Daoist Meng did not perish. For unknown reasons, with the help of the Heart of Celestial Tree, he transmigrated to the Greek Myths era, witnessing the creation of the world by Chaos the Primordial Creator before falling into slumber.
He had originally intended to begin his Path of Immortality anew in this mythological world.
Unexpectedly, Chaos the Primordial Creator did not notice him. Instead, he was discovered by an unknown goddess.
"In the universe, there are destined certainties. Fate may be defied, but certainties must be obeyed."
Daoist Meng still remembered the voice of that vast, boundless goddess from beyond the heavens when he entered this world.
With unimaginable divine might, she shattered his soul once again.
The Heart of Celestial Tree withered, reduced to a dry branch.
Having studied the Greek Myths, he deduced that the goddess who struck him down was likely Ananke the Goddess of Necessity.
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