Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 1012 - 425: Moya and the Past of the Goddess of Beauty
Chapter 1012: Chapter 425: Moya and the Past of the Goddess of Beauty
Hiss…
Clang——
…
Without fire igniting itself, the vast underground space lights up, one by one, the suspended lanterns brightening with the arrival of Aphrodite.
Without a moment’s pause, the Goddess of Beauty continues forward. The grand doors behind her close automatically, severing the connection between the palace and the outside world.
She passes through the narrow corridor where doors exist at intervals on both sides.
Occasional rustling sounds emerge, resembling whispers or wails.
Yet the Goddess of Beauty pays no heed, simply continuing forward.
After an unknown amount of time, the space ahead suddenly widens. A wave of heat and blinding red light hits her, prompting Aphrodite to slightly exert her Divine Power for protection.
In the next moment, at the end of her vision, an ancient altar made of giant stones appears, and nearby, a bubbling magma lake.
The intense power radiates from it, and fragments of rules vastly different from the material world linger above it.
Undeterred, Aphrodite walks toward the location of the magma lake. Sensing her presence, the surface of the lake begins to stir slightly.
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Amid the bubbling froth, two creatures with beastly hooves, bat wings, goat horns, and long tails emerge, their alluring yet delicate faces filled with Fear and obedience.
“We welcome Your Highness—”
Their voices are uniform and clear, subtly imbued with a hint of charm.
Looking at the scene before her, a slight smile forms on Aphrodite’s lips.
After countless failures, she had finally achieved a result that barely satisfied her. Though still not perfect, this was the best she could do with her current abilities.
“There’s nothing here for you now; you may leave.”
Speaking lightly, Aphrodite gestures to the two Nymphs who had recently emerged from the sea of flowers in front of her palace.
They weren’t needed here for now, as with their abilities, they couldn’t comprehend her deeper secrets.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
As the flames flicker, the two bow and then the space in front of Aphrodite clears, devoid of any creatures besides the Goddess of Beauty.
Swoosh…
Her fingers trace the ancient altar, and with a light sigh, the Goddess of Beauty slowly approaches.
At this moment, looking at this place she had visited countless times, a trace of reminiscence flashes in Aphrodite’s eyes.
When did she acquire this underground space? It must have been a long time ago, as she barely remembered the Time.
She only remembered that it all started after the chaos following Typhon’s rebellion.
The rampant King of All Monsters had not truly overturned the rule of the Divine King, but from that day on, the world that had witnessed this supreme Demon’s strength inadvertently gained many things, including Aphrodite herself.
That day, the Goddess of Beauty frantically fled from the dark winds that covered the sky, transforming into a fish to evade the Demon King’s conquest.
Ares only cared about his own escape, and the All Gods willing to confront the enemy were no match. Even the Divine King who had defeated Mother Earth was extracted like a spineless dog, unable to resist the powerful Demon King.
That was the most terrifying day for Aphrodite, and her most powerless one. For her proud beauty was meaningless in front of the grand Demon King, like an ignored piece of scrap paper.
This fear lingered in the depths of her heart, and even though the Divine King eventually turned defeat into Victory by killing Typhon in the sea, she still hadn’t recovered.
Thus, one evening after that day, Aphrodite fastened her belt, put on her grandest makeup, and had a chance encounter with Zeus in a corner of Mount Olympus.
In the entire realm of Chaos and the Divine, he alone had sufficient Strength and a desire for beauty.
This is what she told herself, although Zeus had never approached her on his own, which made her doubt her own beauty; although the Divine King was not truly invincible, he also used schemes to defeat his opponent… But regardless, he was ultimately the victor.
And as the victor, he had the right to pluck the most beautiful Flower.
“…I succeeded, yet I also failed.”
“The fact proves that Zeus hasn’t overlooked my beauty. In the presence of real ‘beauty’ in this world, perhaps some can restrain their desires, but none are utterly without desire.”
“But he, Zeus, even youths among mortals can’t escape his grasp, yet he forcibly suppressed his covetousness for my beauty… This was the most shameful insult to me, I will never forget that day…”
“One day, I will make you regret your rejection.”
An ironic smile inadvertently climbs her face, her fingertips feeling the coolness of the altar.
Aphrodite isn’t entirely unable to accept being rejected by others.
Although she resents those who are blind to her beauty, she also admires their firm will in her heart… but others aside, Zeus is different.
He is not a man of restraint, never has been. Nor does he seem to have any firm will, at least in this regard.
Yet faced with the rare initiative of the Goddess of Beauty, he still gave up on himself, as if avoiding a pile of garbage.
After that day, Aphrodite doubted herself in her Temple for a long time, even going mad and seeking her past confidence among various men in the Mortal Realm.
