Using the measurement methods from his past life, Tartarus could sense the distance of the abyss’s fall, but he knew this was no longer the true distance between the abyss and the earth.
This boundless darkness was not merely an absence of light—it contained various origins he could not comprehend, and within it operated laws unique to darkness and night.
Just as he governed the abyss, he could cause objects above the abyss to instantly appear from its northern reaches to its southernmost point.
At the same time, he could command that objects never escape from the abyss.
Similarly, a god governing darkness and night had been born.
The distance between this abyss and the earth was beyond his ability to measure or calculate.
The difficulty of extracting the chaotic source from the earth now depended once again on the darkness and night that separated him from Gaia.
“I hope they will be two kind-hearted gods.
Of course, I can make them kind-hearted gods as well,” Tartarus thought to himself.
Though he could not be deified, he was the absolute ruler of the abyss.
The abyss was the underworld—and in later generations, it would become the realm of the dead.
The gods of darkness and night would mostly dwell in the underworld, and whether by fate or through force of will, they would become good brothers, kin, and neighbors.
At that moment, the abyss’s descent stopped.
“Is it about to be born?” asked Gaia, the goddess of the earth, from above the abyss, gazing into the boundless darkness.
“I believe so!” said Tartarus.
In his past life, he had only known the written language and had shown great interest in new deities.
After all, this was a primordial god whom Zeus, the king of gods, would one day fear.
Gaia fell silent, curiously peering into the darkness above.
Tartarus also remained silent, waiting.
At that moment, a message from Chaos once again appeared in Tartarus’s consciousness: “The world’s first prophecy has been fulfilled, and you have obtained a fragment of the God of Prophecy.” “It seems it has already been born, and another fragment of divinity has been added to it.
However, the ability to foresee the future is a double-edged sword; if used improperly, it can easily harm oneself.” Tartarus thought of the future Prometheus.
“The ability to control prophecies can be an advantage, like the prophetic hints Zeus received through the Fates.
The inability to control prophecies can be a disaster, like Prometheus’s later imprisonment.” “However, at present I possess only fragmentary abilities, not true prophetic gifts.
It would be best for me to acquire them before Prometheus, or I might lose this divine status.
But if I possess it, what will happen to Prometheus?” “If Prometheus lost this crucial ability, the world could change drastically.
But let us not think too much about it for now.
The only constant in the world is change, and nothing is eternal.” While Tartarus was lost in thought, he felt two divine presences touch the abyss.
This behavior was very similar to what he had demonstrated when he first set out to explore the earth.
Similarly, Gaia, the goddess of the earth, also felt it.
She gazed into the darkness ahead and smiled softly: “I am Gaia, Goddess of the Earth.
Welcome to the Chaos realm.
I am the first deity born from Chaos.” “I am Tartarus, god of the abyss, the second god born from Chaos,” Tartarus announced.
“I am your brother, Erebus, god of darkness.” A hoarse male voice spoke, and a figure appeared before Gaia.
It was a dark-haired youth of somewhat slender build, with a somber face, dressed in a black cloak and mantle.
The boy was cloaked, his face appearing and disappearing, making it difficult to discern his true features.
At the same time, his body sometimes vanished into the infinite darkness, sometimes emerged, radiating a mysterious and profound feeling.
The boy’s feet stood firmly on the abyss, and Tartarus could precisely determine his location.
Without contact with the abyss, Tartarus could not accurately determine the boy’s location.
Only when he approached the abyss could he vaguely sense his approximate whereabouts.
“This dark god Erebus is very skilled at concealment, but he is also somewhat gloomy,” Tartarus thought to himself.
“Greetings, everyone!
I am your sister, the Goddess of Night, Nyx.” A soft, gentle voice spoke, and a young goddess appeared beside Erebus.
Unlike Gaia, the goddess of the earth, who was gentle and peaceful, Nyx, the goddess of night, radiated a mysterious and captivating beauty in both body and divinity.
She had long, flowing black hair like a waterfall, a delicate and beautiful face, and a long black veil woven from the darkness of night, making her alluring and sensual figure appear and disappear, incredibly enticing.
Fair skin, elegant collarbones, white arms, slender hands, a trim waist, firm hips, long legs, and lovely feet like pearls…
Compared to Erebus, there was something unreal, elusive about her.
The goddess of night, Nyx, awakened in Tartarus a primal desire to explore the mysteries of the night.
To live or to die?
To be passionate or cold?
Though Tartarus had not become a god, he gazed intently at Nyx, the goddess of night, feeling the beauty of this goddess, just as the entire abyss sincerely felt the night and longed to be near her.
This invisible, burning gaze stirred in the newborn Nyx’s heart a strange feeling of timidity.
Erebus, the god of darkness, born at the same time as her, had not paid her any attention and felt no mysterious emotions.
Nyx unconsciously commanded the Night Veil, making it fully solidify, ceasing to appear and disappear, covering her voluptuous and graceful body so that she could not be seen.
Having just witnessed this delightful beauty, Tartarus, now hidden from sight and beyond perception, was filled with endless fantasies.
“Glory to Chaos, welcome, my brother Erebus and my beautiful sister Nyx,” Tartarus said calmly.
“Thank you.” In Nyx’s beautiful eyes, a trace of confusion flickered as she looked down into the abyss.
“Where is my brother Tartarus?” Tartarus knew this question would be asked.
He calmly replied: “I am the abyss, and what you see is me.
Before your birth, the world consisted only of the abyss and the earth.” “When I was born, I decided not to deify myself yet, because I wanted to truly know the world and the beauty of the earth.” “Now that darkness and night have been born between the abyss and the earth, the world has become more beautiful.
Therefore, naturally, I wish to use my most primal state and my most powerful magic to feel the world, to feel the earth, to feel darkness and night.” “I have felt it!” Tartarus’s voice excitedly said: “Above the earth, there is sky, sea, mountains, and at night…” He stopped there.
“Sky?
Ocean?
Mountains?” Gaia, the goddess of the earth, asked in confusion.
“Tartarus, what are you talking about?” “Just now, as I was perceiving the world, my memories suddenly became confused, and I do not know why,” Tartarus replied, clearly puzzled.
Nyx looked at Gaia, the goddess of the earth, and noticed the thoughtful look in his eyes.
A statement worth noting.
At that moment, Erebus, the god of darkness, said: “I also like the primal state.
Returning to darkness makes me more sensitive to everything around me.
It’s a pity I was deified at birth—otherwise, I would have also liked to choose the primal state.” “Really?” The goddess of night, Nyx, gazed down into the abyss, as if trying to see through its surface to the true nature of this place.
“Indeed, every time I return to the earth, I can unleash my strongest divine power, and my perception of everything around me also becomes stronger.” Gaia, the goddess of the earth, nodded slightly.
Since the birth of the abyss, in order to expel the chaotic source, she had spent most of her time returning to the earth, which was infinitely close to its original state.
It was during this period that she grew the fastest, and her power increased the most since her birth.
“I understand, but I still look forward to Tartarus’s deification.
I feel that many of the abyss’s origins are connected to the night, and we will be able to understand each other better once he becomes a god!” Nyx’s voice was soft but alluring.
At that moment, Gaia, the goddess of the earth, said: “I am leaving.
Tartarus’s absorption of the chaotic source will cause his memories to become confused.
However, before the birth of darkness and night, he predicted their appearance.” “Perhaps what he just said about changes on the earth is true or not, but for now, I prefer to believe it.
Farewell, everyone.” After he finished speaking, the sacred light dispersed, and Gaia’s figure vanished.
“It is quite clear that the most powerful being at present is still Gaia, the goddess of the earth; she can move freely through darkness.” Tartarus sensed that Gaia easily flew away into the darkness, and…
his current divine sense could not penetrate the darkness.
At that moment, Nyx looked down into the abyss and asked: “Brother Tartarus, what is in the darkness you spoke of?”