Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 723 - Chapter 723: Chapter 258 Ann-La

Chapter 723: Chapter 258 Ann-La

The Mortal Realm.

A single sword fell, and all things were divided.

The world after Egypt’s death was not worth mentioning, but under the apocalyptic Demon Sword, the mortal Earth was truly shattered into fragments of varying sizes.

The land was cleaved, the rivers severed. Some scattered loosely, their cycles utterly broken, with all life perishing as a result.

Only a few larger fragments could maintain a semblance of ecology; if they could merge into Chaos before complete destruction, there was a slim chance of survival.

Among these fragments, the largest was undoubtedly the former core of Egypt, known to later generations as the Nile Delta.

With the world’s dissolution, unlike the decline of other places, that birthplace of Egypt seemed to be reborn with a hint of greenery.

The blood in the Nile River’s waters gradually faded, and Egypt’s mother river was revitalized.

The ancient river was revived because its master returned. Egypt’s gods were never limited to just a few; the Nine Pillar Gods were simply the highest-ranked and most powerful.

When disaster struck, they, along with the Nine Pillar Gods, were drawn into the Sea of Origin, unable to retain conscious awareness and lost their last chance of self-rescue.

But when Hemenu completely perished, some bearers of godhood died with it, while some escaped, like the River God of the Nile.

After all, as long as the Nile River remained, Hapi, who had certain territorial god characteristics, naturally survived as well.

However, the Nile God, though fortunate to escape death, fell into a profound slumber. If he could not reach a new world, he would never have the opportunity to awaken again.

In such circumstances, regardless of how many rituals the surviving Egyptians performed or how many times they implored for divine favor, naturally, they received no response.

They only saw the river waters become clear again, but the River Mother’s god never answered their prayers.

Recalling the previously blood-stained waters, various suspicions spread among the people. But at that moment, the Egyptians had no other recourse; human might seemed so insignificant before the heavens and the earth.

They could only perform day and night rituals on the banks of the Nile, praying for a divine response.

…

Ding–

Dong–

Ding–

Dong–

…

The bells tolled, heralding another grand ritual.

After arranging the ornaments on his robe, Kasim gripped his staff.

“Come, put it on me.”

With outstretched hands, Egypt’s High Priest instructed a student to place the final badge of his office on his chest.

Compared to before, he looked much thinner, as if he could step towards the end of life at any moment, though his eyes remained as bright as ever.

“Father, news has arrived.”

“Pharaoh Ramses II, has been bathed in Heavenly Fire, his fate unknown.”

“Even the Earth… it seems to have reached its end.”

He spoke quietly, Aibu filled with worry.

Not long ago, the once-vanished Sun briefly appeared, then disappeared again, and the Darkness on earth endured for countless nights and days.

Wave after wave of messengers sent to contact Memphis, but only yesterday did one finally respond.

The Pharaoh personally ventured to the newly built Sun City, turning into specks of Light amidst golden flames. The army stationed outside the city pursued the fleeing Hebrews and vanished without a trace.

The leaderless city erupted in civil strife, losing the supply from outside the city, and people fought each other for food and water, with untold casualties.

Furthermore, the most terrifying thing was that the land, once connected, seemed to have split; someone found the edge of the land.

Beyond the edge was the Void of nothingness, and no one knew what happened there.

“Father… this situation, it’s like…”

“It’s like everything has already died, isn’t it.”

Kasim interrupted Aibu’s words, speaking lightly.

“…Yes, Father.”

It was the best description, yet Aibu braced himself for reprimand.

He had previously mentioned similar visions to his father multiple times but never received acknowledgment.

He assumed it would be the same this time, but to his surprise, Kasim said nothing.

He merely took a moment to inspect his attire and then looked at the student and son before him.

As if smiling, Kasim spoke:

“Let’s go.”

“In times like these, we need Faith to calm the hearts of people.”

…

“We turned from Fear to reverence.”

“When your son, as a master”

“Taught the land of Egypt.”

“Shine, shine! Nile River, shine!”

“Nurture Life with your herds.”

“Nurture the bulls with your pastures.”

“Shine, Nile River, your glory!”

…

Another grand ceremony unfolded.

Meant to occur at noon, but now there was no Sun in the Mortal Realm.

The Nile’s waters should have taken the Sacrifices away, but now it remained calm as ever.

The ceremony concluded, and gazing at the unchanging Sky and Earth, the crowd fell into silent despair.

“High Priest.”

Suddenly, as if hesitating for a long while, someone stepped forward from the ranks of the priests.

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He glanced over at Aibu in the distance and saw surprise and confusion in his eyes.

Aibu never urged him to do this, but today, he could no longer endure.

“High Priest, I have something to say.”

Repeating himself, his gaze shifted from hesitant to resolute. Standing on the altar, Kasim turned to look at him.

Gesturing to halt the guards ready to suppress him with force, the High Priest’s expression remained calm. He nodded slightly, signaling for him to continue.