Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Just like when they came, along the smooth space tunnel, the great hero left the core of the Sea Eye with the pale Creator.

His steps were heavy. Everything that happened today was like a blow to the head, making Hercules realize once again how insignificant he was at the moment.

Even though he can do a lot of things, there are still many things in this world that he is powerless to do no matter what he does.

Whether it is God or man, perhaps he is born at a relatively high point, but this is far from enough.

For the first time in his life, apart from some persistent thoughts, the great hero developed a desire for more powerful power.

As for what is considered a powerful force?

“It’s not like you can do whatever you want.”

"It's that when I don't want something to happen, it can't happen."

"When that day comes, I will return here and break this evil barrier with my own hands."

An impulse arose in his heart, and Hercules looked back at the darkness behind him.

But at this moment, the people still in the darkness probably no longer have a clear consciousness.

"Don't think too much about it, Hercules. This is his choice after all."

“And even though he was imprisoned there, Oleus was not an immortal god after all.

"Even with almost all the power I left there as support, he would still be trapped in a state of superposition of life and death."

"The pressure of the entire sea eye is enough to crush him to death, but this cage itself is not for the ultimate fate of the prisoner."

"And besides that, my power will keep him alive."

"So in this case, he wouldn't feel the pain like I do."

"It's like a big dream. If he has a chance to come out in the future, he won't feel anything."

"not to mention……"

His face turned pale, and when the equivalent ritual intercepted the difference in power between the two, Prometheus's severely damaged body had no source of replenishment.

Looking at the change in Hercules' eyes, the God of Foresight couldn't help but want to say something else.

But he opened his mouth and ultimately said nothing.

Orleans may still have some secrets, but he probably made this decision spontaneously.

Prometheus had no intention of dwelling on these things. Having been away from the outside world for too long, he now wanted to see the world of today with his own eyes.

And compared to Oileus, no matter how you look at it, what is entangled with Hercules is much more terrifying than him.

"what?"

Not catching the last part, Hercules turned around and asked.

The God of Foresight simply waved his hand and changed the subject.

"I mean, not to mention the purpose of your trip."

"You came here in pursuit of knowledge of the spirit world, and now the [Book of Purgatory] has been handed over to you."

“Its content may contain traps, or it may lead you down the wrong path, but before that, it should be able to give you some help.”

"After all, even if it's just for some purpose, you may not meet his requirements right now."

Coming back to his senses, the previous changes were so sudden that it was only now that the great hero remembered what he had gained.

[Book of Purgatory], the knowledge recorded in it can even deceive the power of the God-King that is not guarded by anyone.

Regardless of whether there is a problem with it or not, judging from the results, the content it records is definitely not ordinary.

He took out the dark purple book and looked at the strange and incomprehensible handwriting on the cover. For a moment, an inexplicable intuition surged into Hercules' heart.

The great hero silently recited what he wanted to know and casually turned over a page.

The next moment, what appeared before his eyes was a mirror picture with sparkling silver light, and inside the mirror was a large lake reflected in black and white.

Perhaps it was a lake, or even considering its size in the mirror, Hercules would have preferred to call it a sea.

At the same time, several lines of text flashed one by one in the blank spaces of the picture.

The great hero didn't recognize them, but it was the same as before.

When Hercules saw these words, he seemed to know what they were trying to explain.

This was what Ander had once told him, a legendary high-level artifact that represented the realm of [space] in the world.

Although the part of Chaos's origin of time and space that has been revealed has always been very small, even this part is enough to create this powerful magic mirror.

Its divine power can connect all things in the world. The mirror can cover any place that is not shrouded by the great divine power, and the owner can use it to travel to all corners of heaven and earth.

As for the scene reflected in the mirror, it was also very similar to what Ander had described.

It is the Well of Samsara, the end of life and death, and a symbol of the cycle of all things.

When these two are superimposed together, no matter which life's soul it is, as long as it still exists in the world, no one can hide its traces.

And what is written in the [Book of Purgatory] is their current whereabouts.

[Mirror of Splendrum, the Supreme of Mortal Space]

[It was originally stored in the *** Temple. You will never be able to touch it on your own.

[However, due to ***, not long ago, a small amount of space power from outer space fell into the spirit world]

[In order to digest this power perfectly as quickly as possible, and to share the pressure of the world itself, the ancient divine mirror fell from the highest Mount Sinai, falling into the cycle of consuming all things and circulating in all directions]

[So as long as you reach the place of reincarnation, you can get the magic mirror and find the answers you want to know]

"Then how should I reach this so-called 'reincarnation'?"

He prayed silently in his heart again, and under Hercules' strong prayer, the original traces on the [Book of Purgatory] faded away.

The great hero casually turned another page, and what appeared before his eyes were two completely different pictures.

One picture depicts a figure climbing a mountain.

Hercules recognized that it was himself without much need for identification.

Several lines of text appeared next to it, and once again, the great hero 'understood' their meaning.

[The first path follows the ridge of Mount Sinai, climbing up step by step from the bottom]

[The spiritual world is everywhere, and its surface is a reflection of the material world]

[The sacred mountain of Sinaiah that runs through the spiritual world is the center of its existence]

[When you step onto the first level of the spiritual world, you have reached the foot of the sacred mountain]

[Follow the correct path and pass through the portals of the fourth and third layers of the spirit world, and you will reach the land of reincarnation]

[However, the fourth spiritual world is now disconnected from the upper and lower levels. It is extremely difficult to enter through this path.]

There is no specific method, obviously, this picture is more like a catalogue, an introduction.

So instead of rushing to look at the next thing, the hero shifted his attention to another picture.

There is nothing else in this painting but a winding river.

Millions of points of light flickered in it, and vaguely, it seemed as if billions of souls were crying loudly inside, unable to bear the passing of their memories.

[The second path, go to the underworld, and go up along the River of Forgotten]

[Before the souls of the mortal world are thrown into the Well of Reincarnation, the water of the River of Oblivion will cleanse their memories]

[Follow the river up, avoid the inspections along the way, and you will directly reach the fourth level of the spiritual world]

[This path has a chance of being realized, but you need to be able to get there and avoid the power of the River of Oblivion]

[Only if you can do this can you reach the end]

Compared with the previous one, Hercules undoubtedly felt that this method was more reasonable.

However, for some reason, the great hero had an inexplicable intuition that no matter what choice he made at the moment, he would eventually have to travel to the spirit world along the 'correct' path.

Since he couldn't make up his mind, he might as well take a look at both... Hercules was about to do it, but the foresight beside him suddenly signaled him to stop.

"Don't be impatient... kid, I know you may have seen something, but in addition to being vigilant, I also want to tell you some of my understanding of this book in recent years."

"It can answer your questions, but it can only answer one of the questions you want to know most in a short period of time - of course, this does not mean that it is useless in normal times."

"But apart from this question, if you want to get any more information, you have to read it bit by bit yourself and try to absorb the vast amount of knowledge in it."

"I don't know how much it contains, but it's definitely beyond your imagination."

“So take advantage of what you want and don’t waste the opportunities it offers you.”

"I see."

Taking a deep breath, Hercules didn't expect that the Book of Purgatory had such a rule.

He then calmed himself down and silently chose the second path.

Although he didn't know whether he would take the first path in the future, at least at this moment, the great hero wanted an answer with a higher probability.

After making the decision in his mind, the next moment, one of the two portraits on the page in Hercules' hand disappeared, while a medicine bottle appeared on the other one.

Under the great hero's gaze, the medicine bottle gradually went from empty to filled with some liquid.

As the liquid rose, Hercules gained a lot of corresponding knowledge in his mind.

This is a special potion that can avoid the erosion and perception of the water of the River of Oblivion.

As long as it is done, the door to the spiritual world will be open to the great hero.

“But this material…”

Hercules frowned slightly with a look of hesitation on his face.

Everything else is easy to explain, but the main medicine is not that common.

In other words, its existence itself is just a legend.

"… Prometheus, have you ever heard of the golden apple?"

"Ok?"

After a slight pause, the God of Foresight nodded.

"I know and I've seen it. Why are you asking this?"

"I want to know where the golden apple is, or at least something that has its power."

"this one……"

After a moment's hesitation, there was no doubt that the question Hercules asked must be related to the book.

The golden apple, if it is in the past, is related to Mother Earth.

But now, it should belong to the Divine Court.

Really? This is trying to lure him into going against the Divine Court?

I don’t know if this is the case, maybe I’m overthinking it.

But after careful consideration, Prometheus gave a roundabout answer.

"It's probably hard for you to get the real golden apple. But I know the inferior ones that contain its power."

"It is said that when the King of Gods and Queen of Heaven got married, Zeus gave Hera a branch of the golden apple tree."

"It fell into his hands at the end of the Second Era, and the Queen of Heaven eventually planted it, turning it into a small forest of fruit trees."

"It is now to the west of the continent, on an island above the Western Sea."

"The fruit it bears should be able to satisfy your requirements."

Nodding, the hero breathed a sigh of relief.

The real golden apple is hard to come by, but this one is still possible.

His goal finally came to fruition, and Hercules felt his depressed mood improved a lot.

When I returned from this trip, I already knew what to do.

but……

"Your Highness Prometheus, do you know the God of the West Wind?"

Logically speaking, the other party still has the so-called "trial" to award to him.

Although Hercules no longer wanted to complete the trial at this moment, he still planned to make the matter clear to the other party.

Although Zeus' image in his heart has been falling again and again recently, the great hero's mood becomes somewhat complicated when he thinks that the other party might be his father.

Fortunately, he did not need to deal with the King of Gods, and there was a god who knew all the details by his side.

"You mean Zephyros?"

The pale face moved slightly. Prometheus didn't know why the other party asked about the god of the west wind.

But now that Hercules has spoken, there is nothing that cannot be said about Zephyrus.

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"Ah-"

At the same time, when Hercules started his return journey.

Around Silvermoon City, the bird's beak opened wide and Zephyros couldn't help but sneeze.

It's so strange, what is this feeling?

Hmm… Could it be that my body is somewhat deficient due to the recent tests?