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The formless wind howled down from the peak of Mount Olympus, swirling around the endless mountain range.
Having received a 'heavy responsibility' from the hands of Zeus, Zephyrus naturally dared not delay.
Yet before setting out, he did not forget to carefully observe the mortal who had caused such a commotion.
It had been a thousand years since the Mortal Realm last saw a true sun, and the same was true for Zephyrus.
However, at this very moment, even he could not discern any difference between that human's power and that of the Ancient Sun God.
Caught between the Mount of the Gods and the Sky, it was as if the Titans of old had returned, venting their grievances and hatred against all Gods.
"No... there is indeed a difference."
"Those two Suns..."
His expression remained unchanged, but waves stirred in his heart.
The God of West Wind felt that he might have vaguely discovered some kind of secret.
