Styx rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought. Zeus's allies, along with his brothers and sisters, were all in place. Next should be the "ten-year-long" Titan War.
By rights, this situation was extremely suitable for the Styx Remnant Soul lurking in the Primordial Underworld to make its move. After all, the more chaotic things became, the better the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
Unfortunately, if Styx remembered correctly, none of the Five Creation Gods would intervene in this battle. Moreover, the main target of the Styx Remnant Soul within the Blood Prison Space was currently the authorities of those Five Creation Gods.
From Uranus to Zeus, as well as all the other gods, their authorities were ultimately only secondary authorities extended from the Five Creation Gods. To the Styx Remnant Soul, they were actually of no use.
For the Styx Remnant Soul, the most important thing now was to devour the authorities of the Primordial Underworld as quickly as possible and control all the laws of the Tartarus Abyss.
However, accomplishing this was not so easy. After all, Tartarus was merely asleep, not dead.
"Unless..." A sharp glint flickered in Styx's eyes. "There is something, or some event, that can hold back the Five Creation Gods and leave them no time to concern themselves with the source of their own authorities."
"Then..." Styx's gaze grew resolute. "It seems that only by making a move here can I give the Soul Fragment a chance to swallow an elephant like a snake and replace the host."
In Styx's view, the entire Chaos Divine System was merely a playground for Chaos, or even for the Five Creation Gods.
Whichever side won or lost, these Creation Gods would not care too much.
Even during the First God War, Gaia's reason for intervening