Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

However, just as the God of West Wind was hurrying on his way, he unexpectedly collided with Poseidon, who had also risen from the sea due to the tumultuous ocean.

"Zephyrus! What are you doing here?"

"What is Zeus doing, and who is that thing he's fighting with?"

The resonant voice traveled, with Poseidon's blue hair fluttering. He held his trident in his hand, rising slowly from the water.

Even from a distance, Typhon's body was too massive. Standing erect, its head could touch the edge of the sky; stretching out an arm, it sent the Moon fleeing in panic.

So even if it had just appeared in this world, not only the deities on Mount Olympus but also those in the sea had taken note of Typhon's existence. And soon, they also saw Zeus engaged in battle with it.

"That is a son of Mother Earth, Your Majesty. It seems unruly, and the Divine King is attempting to subdue it," Zephyrus explained calmly.

In front of other deities other than Zeus, the God of West Wind did not show such deference. Or rather, if he were so respectful to everyone, it would not reflect the exclusivity and prestige of the King of All Gods.

"Humph, he always manages to find trouble. He claimed that the theft of the Golden Apple had nothing to do with him, and yet, in the end, he brought forth the Goddess of Life!"

Poseidon snorted coldly, but that was all the reaction he showed.

Reluctantly as he might be, Poseidon had to admit that the power of Zeus was far beyond his own, and the strength of the demon fighting him needed no further mention. However, neither of the two present felt that the creature posed any real threat to the Divine King, for its appearance was too abrupt.

Creation's dawn had long passed, and the world had settled into stability. Even among newly born deities, few were powerful. Who, at this time, would believe that a suddenly born demon could defeat the King of All Gods?

Then, in the next instant, the two deities were forced to believe it.

At the far end of the sky, lightning and storm collided. No sound came through because it was all buried by the awe-inspiring power of their clash.

From afar, the lightning of the Divine King even appeared to have the upper hand, which aligned with the initial judgment of Zephyrus and Poseidon. But what followed made them suddenly change color.

That hundred-headed monster, the fearsome demon, shook its draconic heads as if realizing that neither the storm nor the flames could harm the King of All Gods. So, without hesitation, it charged forward, leaving the world of hurricanes behind and crashing directly into the lightning and thunder.

In a moment, scales peeled from Typhon's body, and black blood splashed upon the earth and sea. Even the heads of the beast were severed under the power of the Divine King, plunging into the dust below, rolling unknown in direction, yet it showed no fear.

For each head cut off, another would grow back. For each drop of blood shed, it moved one step closer to its enemy! Zeus was retreating. He was even retreating towards the direction of the sea. But in the pursuit of the two mighty beings at the boundary between earth and ocean, Typhon's sharp right claw finally caught the Divine King's left hand.

"I've caught you, worm..."

"You've nowhere to run!"

A roar mixed with pain and gratification resounded, and under the horrified gazes of the God of West Wind and Poseidon, the severely wounded demon pulled hard, wounding the Divine King for the first time in this combat.

Zeus's left arm was torn off and thrown far into the ocean, stirring waves thousands of feet high. For a deity, this was not a serious injury, but for some reason, the Divine King's left arm did not regenerate. Read new chapters at empire

Under their watchful eyes, the ferocious dragon's head opened wide its gaping maw, biting Zeus into its mouth and then began to chew voraciously. Thunder roared within the demon's oral cavity and belly as blood flowed in streams, yet Typhon seemed even more pleased.

"The King of All Gods... defeated?"

Stunned, the tide of battle had turned sharply, even when they had just recently held the advantage. However, in the next moment, they were no longer concerned with shock.

For at the edge of their vision, the hundred-headed dragon seemed to notice something. One of its heads looked towards the East, and the direction it gazed upon was precisely where Zephyrus and Poseidon stood.

Whoosh—

Without a word, Poseidon burst into a torrent of water. Then, seemingly from nowhere, a stallion appeared on the distant ocean, frantically fleeing across the sea.

As for the West Wind, he had long vanished. He had dispersed his divine body into countless streams of air scattering in all directions, clearly planning on not staying even for a moment.

A roar—!

Witnessing the scene unfold, Typhon did not pursue; he simply threw his head back and roared with delight, expressing his scorn and disdain. 'So this is a so-called god?' Even the ants, which crumbled to dust under his gaze, were more interesting. At least they had the courage to attack him, while these deities only knew how to flee.

Creak—

He savored the taste of the Divine King in his mouth; now only this fellow remained.

Typhon intended to finish off his enemy, but to his surprise, despite the massive amounts of blood gushing from his mouth, there was no sign of Zeus's life force waning.

It was unexpected, but at that moment, the King of All Monsters failed to grasp the crux of the issue. Typhon harnessed his innate abilities to once again prevent the divine body from instinctively regenerating, and then he bit down with all his might—yet the result once again left him disappointed.

Even if the blood of the Divine King were drained, his mind remained lucid; his limbs might be severed from his torso, yet his life never ceased. To Typhon's perception, that persistent vigor seemed to mock him as if all his efforts were in vain.

Bang—!

He spat out the disfigured Zeus from his mouth and picked him up. He repeatedly slammed the god's head onto the ground, even causing a gash in the earth. He drew out the tendons and impaled the Divine King with them... It seemed like Zeus had given up the struggle, and the lightning gradually faded from him.

But no matter what Typhon did, there was not the slightest indication of his life force vanishing.

He just wouldn't die, which was completely beyond Typhon's expectations. He knew very well that he could die. If he could die, then why couldn't the Divine King?

"Why?"

"Why..."

"WHY!"

Initial joy turned to anger, and finally to the irritation of being fooled; Typhon could not make sense of it all. His hundred heads roared in unison, a rageful bellow that shook heaven and earth.

"Tell me, Divine King of the earth, tell me!"

"Why won't you just! DIE! DIE! DIE!!!"

Boom!

The ocean whipped up a ferocious storm, the stars trembled, but Zeus's life remained steadfast. The world's Law reacted violently to Typhon's destruction, but he paid it no heed. His hundred eyes stared fixedly at Zeus, observing this undying being.

"Gods are immortal, monster."

After a while, a feeble voice came from beneath Typhon's grasp. Despite Zeus's miserable state, he did not appear panicked at the moment.

He fixed his gaze on the immense creature and declared with certainty:

"You are not a True God of this world; you cannot seize my throne. The gods are immortal, you have no power over me."

"The more you do now, the greater the world's punishment for you will be; your defeat is inevitable. Release me, and with your strength, there should be a place for you in the Divine Court. I can offer you just below me—"

Boom—!

Pressing Zeus's face into the ground, Typhon no longer wanted to hear his blabbering. Dragging the Divine King's body, he soared into the sky, the King of All Monsters scanning the surroundings.

Immortal? He didn't believe it. Everything has its end; that was the answer he derived from the very root of his power.

Even the world will perish, let alone a deity? What the earth-bound king said was nothing but lies. Since he couldn't kill the most powerful god... then he'd go see how to kill those weaker ones!

Scanning his surroundings, Typhon quickly locked onto his next target.

There were many gods within his perception, and the place where the presence of deities was densest was none other than the distant Mount Olympus, supporting The Sky and The Earth.