Olympian Gods' Pantheon

In the distant west stood a sacred mountain called Olympus.

It was a sacred, precipitous mountain, magnificent and imposing, towering amid the mountains of Greece.

In winter, snow-clad peaks could be seen here; in summer, green trees shaded the mountain valleys.

Each day, when the sun rose in the east, the first light of dawn shone upon the summit of this sacred mountain; when the sun sank and the moon rose in the east, the glorious summit of Mount Olympus was once again bathed in the sunset.

Thus, the awakened of the Olympian Shelter, now the Olympian Gods, had chosen this place to build their palaces and govern the territory under the Olympian Shelter's jurisdiction.

The Olympian Gods' Pantheon seemed to stand above a sea of clouds, with rows of colonnades fronted by gardens where exotic flowers and rare plants grew.

And in one of these gardens, Poseidon, a king-rank awakened bearing the title of Sea God, sat on the ground with his trident, looking thoroughly disgruntled.

Beside him, a valiant young man clad in golden armor looked at him helplessly.

"Uncle Poseidon, my dad really did go into seclusion. Half a year ago, after watching that video of Uncle Jiang fighting Gilgamesh, the king of the Sumerian Golden Humans,

"he excitedly shut himself inside his cultivation chamber as though he'd obtained an unparalleled cultivation art. He said he was going into seclusion to break through and wouldn't come out until he reached the emperor-rank second step."

Poseidon was utterly speechless. Of all the times this fellow could have gone into seclusion, he had chosen precisely the moment when an emperor-rank ferocious beast appeared in the Olympian Region.

"Then what are we supposed to do? Of all of us here now, he's the only emperor-rank, the only one who can beat that beast. If that talking beast attacks us, won't our reputations be ruined?"

"Uh, why don't we ask our companions at the other shelters for help?"

The young man in golden armor asked tentatively.

Upon hearing this, Poseidon hurriedly shook his head.

"Apollo, our shelter can't end up like the Sumerian Shelter. We'd become a laughingstock. Let's wait a little longer. If that beast appears near Mount Olympus, we'll ask the other shelters for support then."

Neither of them mentioned what they would do if the emperor-rank beast wreaked havoc among the Golden Humans in the meantime.

In their eyes, no matter how many Golden Humans were killed or wounded, it was of no concern.

"Oh, right. Counting the days, Jiang Yang should be arriving soon. Why don't we ask him for help then?"

Poseidon suddenly stood up and said.

He remembered that a few months earlier, Jiang Yang had sent the Olympian Shelter a message saying he would be coming to travel around and see the world a thousand years later, and had even told them to prepare fine wine and delicious food.

"That's right! With Uncle Jiang here, we won't need to request support."

Apollo clapped his hands and said happily.

Just then, another warrior in golden armor came flying toward them, calling out.

"Poseidon, Apollo! The detectors we installed in the east have picked up large-scale energy readings to the east. Emperor-rank beings are suspected to be fighting!"

He was an a-rank veteran warrior, now also one of the Olympian Gods.

Wasn't the east precisely where that emperor-rank beast had appeared?

Poseidon's heart tightened. Could another emperor-rank beast have appeared?

Surely not. There were only a handful of emperor-rank mutant Fierce Beasts in the world now. It couldn't have suddenly broken through like that earlier creature with a lion's body, eagle's wings, and a python's tail, could it?

He hurriedly shook his head, stood up, picked up his trident, and walked out of the garden.

"Let's go, Apollo. Shall we see what exactly happened?"

"But Uncle Poseidon, your injuries?"

"It's fine. I can still fly."