Chapter 267: Rite Of The Eldest Son
When Hera returned, surrounded by the other goddesses, the first thing she saw was her beloved God King standing at the palace entrance with a smile, personally welcoming her.
Her heart warmed suddenly, and the joy from her first child’s imminent birth was instantly replaced by a deeper, hotter happiness.
This goddess, usually so proud and reserved, gave Zeus a gaze filled with boundless tenderness, a rare sight.
Before her cloud even touched the ground, Zeus’s figure had already crossed space and arrived before her.
He embraced her with utmost gentleness and entered the divine palace with her.
The beautiful Hera’s pretty face flushed slightly, as she was, after all, in full view of everyone.
She secretly shot Zeus a playfully scolding glance, signaling him to pay attention, as their sisters were all still present.
Zeus, however, merely smiled faintly, the shameless God King composed and at ease, offering Demeter and Hestia, and the other goddesses, a gentle and kind gaze.
Except for Demeter, who still pouted slightly and feigned dissatisfaction with a mock glare, the other goddesses returned gentle smiles.
To be honest, even though she was about to give birth, there was nothing to worry about.
Gods, after all, are not mortals.
The so-called “risks of childbirth” simply did not exist.
Hera was close to giving birth, yet her abdomen remained as flat as a mirror lake, showing not the slightest bulge.
The main reason Zeus had rushed back so quickly was a matter of attitude.
Attitude is very important!
Especially for immortal gods, “consideration” and “care” were sometimes more important than any tangible help.
As expected, Hera no longer found any fault with Zeus, and her gaze towards him was unprecedentedly gentle.
The genuine care from her beloved God King, and that undisguised, unique doting, made her entire heart feel as if it were immersed in the sweetest divine honey.
She was completely soaked and softened by this sweet water.
Although she was about to give birth, she truly had no sense of urgency, nor did she need to prepare anything; now, she was just waiting for that predestined time to arrive.
It could only be said that gods and mortals were truly different.
Seven beautiful goddesses, each with unparalleled grace, surrounded Zeus, filling the divine palace with fragrant breezes and dazzling divine light.
The God King couldn’t help but secretly take advantage, and a delighted Hera even pretended not to notice.
Zeus felt both triumphant and emotional.
Normally, achieving such liveliness and tranquility simultaneously was not that easy.
There wasn’t a single goddess who would be so tactless as to steal the spotlight today.
On this most crucial day, these gentle and loving goddesses were all tacitly considerate of Hera’s emotions.
Of course, a very important reason for this was that no goddess wanted to anger a pleased Zeus today.
Before long, Metis arrived, accompanied by Eurynome.
In an instant, this magnificent Temple of Fertility was filled with nine supreme Great Goddesses.
And all of them were the Great Goddesses most intimate with Zeus.
However, after Metis and her sisters arrived, the harmonious atmosphere within the divine palace became less natural.
It wasn’t because of Hera, but because of Demeter.
Demeter said she had let go, but it wasn’t that easy for her to immediately accept things.
Her target, of course, was not Hera, but Metis!
She had always harbored resentment towards Metis, an “outsider god,” for becoming Zeus’s first wife.
Her own three sisters, they were truly of their own divine kind, and anything could be discussed.
Her gaze towards Metis always unconsciously carried a hint of scrutiny and coldness that was not difficult to detect.
How sharp-witted was the Goddess of Wisdom?
She instantly perceived Demeter’s less-than-friendly gaze.
She simply smiled, meeting Demeter’s gaze with an air of “legitimate consort” that seemed casual but was actually full of presence, and even nodded proactively.
Metis’s “magnanimous” gesture further fueled Demeter’s sulkiness.
However, for Hera’s sake, and with Zeus also present, Demeter wouldn’t cause a scene.
It was just that the atmosphere inevitably became a bit colder.
Occasionally, the goddesses would exchange passive-aggressive barbs.
Zeus keenly sensed the subtle “sparks” in the air and could only try his best to mediate.
He secretly lamented in his heart: Oh dear! I could still take advantage of everyone just now! Now, I can’t take advantage of anyone!
This shameless God King is truly beyond redemption…
Soon, the moment of the God King’s eldest son’s birth arrived.
Although the God King wished to personally guard his beloved Hera’s side and witness this sacred moment.
However, amidst the gazes of the goddesses, which ranged from contemptuous to dismissive, shocked, or speechless, he was sheepishly “escorted” out of the palace doors.
The palace doors closed, and Olympus seemed to have been switched off by someone’s gentle touch.
A magnificent phenomenon once again appeared in the entire sky.
The ethereal threads of the Heavenly Dao network reappeared clearly in the universe.
Endless profound mysteries, runes representing “creation,” were displayed openly to all spirits like golden sunlight.
The God of “Creation,” from the moment of its birth, generously bestowed the endless profound mysteries of “creation” upon all spirits in the universe.
Zeus felt joy, and with a wave of his hand, nine-colored auspicious clouds instantly covered the entire world.
Joyful thunder roared majestically through the sky, dispelling all impurities and gloom from heaven and earth.
The God King’s divine power condensed into an endless myriad of multicolored petals, like an unceasing spring shower of flowers, scattering down upon the world, bringing boundless blessings to all spirits and celebrating this day together.
Not long after, a wondrous light shone out from the Temple of Fertility.
The radiance instantly illuminated all of Olympus.
It then proceeded to shine upon the entire world and the entire universe at a speed surpassing all others.
In an instant, the entire universe was bathed in the sacred radiance of “Creation.”
Zeus smiled faintly, his golden eyes narrowed sharply, and thunder boomed.
He had suddenly revealed his supreme, most powerful God King’s thunderous divine body!
That most glorious, most sacred, most majestic, most powerful, and most imposing God King’s divine body!
The omniscient and omnipotent God King did not unleash his full power.
Yet even so, Mount Olympus itself was like a negligible speck of dust before his current divine body.
It was a magnificence and greatness that could absolutely not be described with any language or text.
It was a magnitude that no words could compare, describe, or depict.
In fact, his majestic divine body had become the very concept of “vastness” itself, the ultimate scale by which all “magnificence” was measured.
The entire world of existence was held in his grasp.
The boundless universe was originally vast and empty.
Yet, after the God King unfolded his majestic divine body, it still appeared cramped and small.
And even so, the omnipotent God King had merely casually displayed a tip of his iceberg of power.
As per his will, thunderbolts erupted without clouds.
Transcendent, golden-white lightning turned the entire universe into a realm of pure light, banishing all darkness and shadow.
Then, the supreme God King extended his great hand.
The endless sea of stars was within his grasp.
But the God King’s target was not the sea of stars; this hand reached out directly, extending beyond the world of “existence”!
It arrived in the eternal, endless void named “Tartarus”!
Under the supreme, most powerful, and unparalleled might of the God King, even that pure “nothingness,” that eternal chaos—Tartarus—instinctively trembled and retreated in fear before the God King’s pure power.
He casually tossed a thunderbolt.
Pure void, that endless chaos, began to violently riot under the power of the God King.
The chaotic void, under the thunder, began to twist, tremble, collapse, and rapidly undergo a qualitative change.
“Non-existence” transformed into “existence.”
The God King unceremoniously seized and plundered this most primal power born from “void,” and infused it with the boundless “radiant creation” of his own child.
The supreme God King’s huge golden eyes flashed slightly.
The “Fire of Creation,” gifted by Hestia, was born without a source in this pure void!
And under the God King’s direction, it began to burn fiercely, using the boundless void power as firewood!
In this realm of pure void, the radiance of “creation,” the sacred “Fire of Creation,” voraciously consumed the power of “void.”
Until, under the tempering of countless thunderbolts, it finally took form!
It was a hammer of creation, shimmering with inextinguishable firelight, golden-green in color, ancient and solemn!
The supreme divine artifact of creation was thus born in the God King’s hands.
This hammer was personally forged by the God King for the birth of his eldest son, a supreme divine artifact.
This hammer is named—SphyraKtiseos, meaning the Primordial Hammer of Creation!
This hammer, based on the “light of creation,” ignites the “Fire of Creation” with “void,” and is forged with “thunder.”
All things can be forged, life and death can be created!
With the authority of “creation,” it can perform the great creation from “non-existence” to “existence”!
Life and death, yin and yang, are all within it.
In this world, there is nothing that cannot be created by this hammer!
The roar gradually subsided, but the echoes in heaven and earth still lingered.
If any god were to look up now, they would see: a majestic hand carrying thunder, pulling “non-existence” back from the edge of “existence,” and then solidifying it as “existence” with fire and decree.
Each unseen strike of the thunderbolt inscribed a new rune in the depths of the universe.
These were the rules written by the “God of Creation” within the Heavenly Dao Order.
That was the rule written for the “God of Creation” within the Heavenly Dao Order.
