When Lin Xiang learned of the World Tree's secrets, he finally understood why the laws of the world had withdrawn their protective power to aid in the birth of the Shadow.
One of the World Tree's functions was to provide camouflage for the world; if Lin Xiang hadn't obtained the specific coordinates from Vivian's memories, he likely wouldn't have been able to find this world smoothly.
Vivian refused to lose her divinity and become a slave to the world's laws, which was why she rejected integrating into this world suitable for the development of faith.
Unaware of the price Odin paid, the Feathered Serpent God quickly announced the Shadow's lineage and expressed support for the Shadow becoming the new king of this continent.
Following the Feathered Serpent God, the European and African gods also declared that the Shadow was qualified to become the God King, and the Eastern gods raised no objections. The new gods, who were at odds with the old gods, were ignored even when they voiced their opinions. After repeating the ritual of Odin being hung on the World Tree for seven days and seven nights, the divinity within the Shadow was activated, and the divine power of light and earth from its parents displayed its might.
This God King, recognized by the old gods, received the Eternal Spear Gungnir from Odin, recreating the glory of the Norse pantheon.
The conflict between the new gods and the old gods was intensified by the Shadow's succession as God King, but Lin Xiang, one of the instigators, had already detached himself and no longer intervened actively.
Through the connection of divinity, Lin Xiang began to call for the descent of his main body.
Tyche, far away in the Greek world, awoke from her slumber. Upon receiving the call from her avatar, she burned her divinity and opened a portal.
Lin Xiang handed over a dull-looking oak seed. The moment their hands touched, all the information to be conveyed was exchanged.
Opening a portal across such a vast distance was a considerable burden even for Tyche, who was already a primordial god. Her abundant divine power was depleted by more than half in less than the blink of an eye, and the burned divinity was an irrecoverable loss!
Before she could utter a word, the portal was closed.
Tyche, who had reawakened after digesting the memories and divinity of the creation god during her slumber, saw the silent, formless island emerge from the mist with radiance.
The gods on Mount Olympus all looked towards the God King and the chief gods at the head. Gaia's departure was no secret, and the loss of the nature deity had led the laws to turn their hopes towards Zeus's eldest daughter—Artemis.
Now that Tyche, who had inherited the primordial god's power from Gaia, had awakened, Zeus's position as God King was as stable as a mountain, unshakeable.
Kanos, the god of disaster, impatiently stood up, mounted the Pegasus brought by the rainbow goddess, and flew towards the formless island.
Tyche was currently receiving Asteria. The star-night goddess had come to her friend's side the moment she sensed Tyche's awakening. The swift goddess transformed into a meteor and landed on the formless island, offering blessings for her friend's awakening.
"Tyche, my dear friend. I haven't seen you for so long, I almost forgot your face."
The star-night goddess sat down without ceremony. The dryads served the frequent guest with fine wine and food, attending to the chief god as she enjoyed lamb.
"You've woken up at just the right time. There's something on Mount Olympus that requires your intervention." Asteria's face was practically overflowing with the desire to share gossip.
Tyche slowly savored the sliced lamb, her thoughts still on the memories Lin Xiang had returned, "What needs my intervention? Zeus is already a capable God King; I shouldn't undermine his authority at this time."
"It's all because of the humans Prometheus created." Asteria poured out all the cause and effect, "The lifespan of the first generation of humans has come to an end, and Prometheus has already created the second generation of humans."
"They are completely different from the first generation of humans. The humans created from silver are very timid; they fear the dark and are afraid of everything unfamiliar, like children who never grow up."
Tyche finally drew her attention away from the memories and asked curiously, "It doesn't sound like I need to step in to help Zeus solve this. What's so difficult about it for him?"
"They don't reproduce as little as the golden humans. With the existence of Aphrodite and Hera, the power of reproduction has become unprecedentedly strong. They are increasing in number, and their noisy clamor disturbs the divine mountain."
Asteria pointedly added, "Prometheus protected them too well. These immature humans act recklessly and, taking advantage of the gods' inattention, have even come to the divine mountain to vandalize the gods' temples."
"The gods are furious. They have repeatedly asked Prometheus to expel them, but he has refused. Unable to bear it any longer, the matter has been brought before the chief gods."
Tyche, who had just woken from her slumber, was still a bit groggy. Now, she immediately realized where the problem lay.
The primordial gods, who needed emotional power, wanted as many humans as possible and naturally didn't want these "egg-laying chickens" to be harvested all at once. However, the gods were no longer willing to tolerate these infant-like humans.
The silver humans showed no reverence for the deities, which greatly angered the gods. Why should such an ungrateful race be allowed to reside beneath the divine mountain?
"Don't worry about it; they will perish in time," Tyche said, not taking it too seriously. "Later, we can have Prometheus create another batch of humans."
"That's precisely the problem," the star-night goddess said, revealing the crux of the conflict.
"Prometheus refuses to create humans again; he dotes on these creations too much!"
Asteria couldn't understand the prophet's actions. "I don't understand his insistence, but he has already angered Zeus several times because of it."
Tyche then realized the core issue. As the creator of two generations of humans, the humans' naive faith was directed towards Prometheus, and this faith influenced his judgment!
It seemed Prometheus was already bound to humanity by faith. By accepting their faith, he also took on the responsibility of protecting them. No one understood the power of faith better than Tyche.
The maids brought a carriage for the chief god. As Tyche was leaving, she encountered Kanos and the rainbow goddesses rushing towards her. After some time apart, Kanos had become much more composed, but in front of Tyche, he still couldn't help but reveal his more exuberant nature.
The two groups merged and proceeded towards Mount Olympus.
At the foot of the divine mountain, the silver humans looked up at the deities flying overhead with curiosity, shouting to call their companions to look up. Fearful cries occasionally escaped their mouths. Some silver humans, seeing deities for the first time, couldn't help but scream and run back into their caves, tears streaming down their faces.
Tyche looked at these noisy, wailing humans speechlessly. The silver humans had received no guidance or teaching from the deities. Under Prometheus's unlimited indulgence, they acted willfully and lawlessly, turning the divine mountain into a mess!