As far as the gods are concerned, the most indispensable yet precious thing is time. No matter how vast time may be, the journey to becoming stronger is never enough.
It takes an even longer and broader expanse of time to be truly sufficient. For the gods, ample time means stepping into the torrent of time step by step, where anything becomes merely a piece of cake.
The birth of the Underworld fighters exemplifies this truth. Despite the difficulties, the completion of the 108 Underworld fighters is inevitable. When the day arrives for them to reclaim their places, it will be a matter of course, regardless of how much time is required.
Suddenly, Hades sensed something. He raised his head slightly and spoke flatly: "Persephone, I leave everything in the Underworld to you. I have matters to attend to."
"Yes!"
"Husband!" Persephone replied, nodding slightly. In an instant, Hades vanished without a trace, leaving only the two sisters behind. Yan Mo sighed helplessly, "Really! I was hoping to strengthen my bond with my husband!"
"Hehehe" Persephone teased, "Sister, what you said is quite amusing"
"Hee hee hee"
The two sisters played and bantered, their relationship strong and without barriers. For them, there was no struggle for power; their soul fusion was what truly mattered. They were different from other gods, free from the jealousy that plagued deities like Hera.
After delegating responsibilities to the two women, Hades returned to the World Tree. At its center, Ouroboros was surrounded by the Earth Bear, the Water Dragon, the Fire Phoenix, and the Wind Tiger, forming a perfect cycle. The World Tree grew stronger by the day, fed by the balance of the four elements.
"It's the last step..."
Hades whispered softly. This time, he would not just integrate his soul but his entire being into the World Tree. He stepped forward, merging his will and essence into the tree, as strands of light began to bloom around him.
"This is...?"
As he felt this unique power, Hades focused intently, allowing himself to fully integrate with the World Tree and savor its special energy.
With Hades's merging, the World Tree, which had been emitting different fluctuations, gradually regained its calm.
Suddenly, everything returned to silence. Hades's integration into the World Tree brought stillness, and everything flowed smoothly, revealing a breathtaking result. Hades never anticipated that cultivating the World Tree for his divine realm would yield such a remarkable reward—far more significant than anything he had cultivated in the Underworld.
It was a difference between heaven and earth!
As Hades focused on calming the World Tree and reflecting on his extraordinary harvest, Zeus, on the other side, was seething with rage upon returning to the Holy Mountain of Olympus.
Countless bolts of thunder engulfed the mountain, visible signs of Zeus's fury. Anyone with sense could see his anger had reached a boiling point; he had become a complete laughing stock.
The mighty God King, the emperor of heaven, had allowed a mere Titan Main God like Bell to escape so easily? This was utterly unacceptable, and no matter how one viewed it, the reality was inescapable.
Zeus's anger raged on. He never imagined such an outcome. Today, he had become the target of ridicule.
While his reputation had always been contentious, he held a position of power that demanded respect, with many still bowing before him. Yet now, doubts began to surface—was Zeus truly as powerful as he claimed? This became a pressing question.
"Hateful!"
Thunder crackled in Zeus's eyes as he muttered, "Bell! Athena! Gaia! You all deserve to die! I will make you pay the absolute price! Damn it!!!"
"Ah!!!"
With this furious roar, the thunder surrounding the Holy Mountain of Olympus intensified, bursting forth with such ferocity that it threatened to shatter reality itself.
"Your Majesty!"
At that moment, Hera's voice echoed through the chaos.
"Um?!"
Zeus's gaze turned cold as he regarded Hera, who approached cautiously. "Hera, what do you want?"
Hera bowed slightly before speaking. "Your Majesty, I clearly see that Bell relies on Gaia's blessing. In essence, as long as he remains on the ground, no matter how powerful an attack may be, it will be nearly impossible to kill him. He can recover endlessly and vanish whenever he pleases. We cannot track him at all."
Zeus replied indifferently, "Hera, if you have something to say, then say it plainly. Do you think I am blind to what you can see?"
"Yes!"
Hera nodded, then continued softly, "Your Majesty, I once learned from ancient texts that deep within the chaotic starry sky, there exists a special star representing chaos. This star holds power equivalent to Gaia's, but unlike Gaia, this force has only been gestating in the starry void."
"You mean...?"
Hera nodded again, "If Your Majesty can harness this power, you could attain strength rivaling that of Gaia—not just as a god king, but surpassing the Primordial gods and becoming the strongest among them. With your power, taming this force would surely be a simple feat."
Zeus's eyes shimmered with contemplation. He waved his hand, saying, "Hera, go and rest."
"Yes!"
Hera bowed once more and stepped back, but a different light flickered in her eyes. In the depths of her spiritual space, the real Hera felt a surge of tension and anger, helplessly watching everything unfold before her.