Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Chapter 522 Taking shape

With a high level of concentration, seven days passed in a flash.

Above the Navarin Island volcano, this special casting approached its final stage.

At the foot of the wide mountain pass, the originally scorching heat faded away at some point.

Even the boiling magma has solidified, leaving only large areas of black rock with interwoven patterns in its place.

In the past few days, in order to supply energy to the hellfire, Hermes' will penetrated deep into the earth veins, causing the energy of the entire volcano to be continuously extracted artificially.

This volcano blessed by the God of Craftsmen does contain a lot of fire energy, which provides support for the entire forging process.

However, the energy required to smelt the artifact is too enormous. After this incident, even if the forging is completed, I am afraid it will remain dormant from now on, and there will be no possibility of eruption for thousands of years.

In mid-air, the spirit was concentrated in one place.

Looking at the floating void furnace, Hermes's tired expression could not hide his excitement.

The furnace is not a physical entity, but a creation evolved from the hellfire.

Inside it was the result of Hermes' hard work.

“Is this forging?”

"No, this isn't forging at all."

“This is just integration, blending, and extraction. It is not a qualitative change, nor is it an exchange or sublimation.”

"The only reason I can succeed today is that the materials used to make it are so unique... Of course, that's why it has been so successful beyond my imagination."

The power of the demonic fire is drawing to an end, and the flames originating from the Lord of Hell are beginning to die out.

Without the action of external forces, this divine fire could have lasted for thousands of years, but under Hermes' high-intensity use, it was consumed in the collision with the mutually repelling parts of those materials.

However, sensing the situation of the furnace, there was no worry on Hermes' face, because he did it on purpose.

As the founder of Chaos' alchemy system, it is impossible for him not to know how long the Hellfire can be used.

But Hermes didn't want to use other people's power to complete this last step.

The alchemical creations he forged with his own hands can only belong to him.

laugh--

Silently, a cluster of transparent flames suddenly burned in the void in front of Hermes.

There was no audible sound, and the so-called burning sound was just a mental illusion.

His face turned pale instantly, but the great alchemist's spirit became more excited.

This is the fire of the soul, the flame ignited by one's own spirit.

As a former god in the imaginary world, Hermes' own spirit happened to be the only part of him that was "close to god" at this moment.

Under his control, the illusory spiritual fire dissipated in an instant and then enveloped the outer wall of the furnace.

Gradually, the furnace body made of magic fire faded away bit by bit, and was replaced by invisible tongues of fire.

Through the space that was distorted by the high temperature, Hermes could vaguely see what was going on inside.

The silvery-white liquid gathered into a ball in the air, rolling like blood.

Strands of black substance were wrapped inside, and it kept rushing left and right, but no matter how it struggled, it could not break free.

His eyes were sharp, and the pain of his ignited spirit reminded Hermes all the time. Looking at this scene, the Great Alchemist raised his hand and cut his wrist.

The bright red blood flowed into the flames, and the spirits and flesh from the real and illusory worlds burned together.

Faintly, in the interweaving flames, Hermes seemed to see a human face.

Lachesis seemed to be questioning him why he betrayed her kindness towards him and instead raised the butcher knife in his hand against the goddess.

"... Fighting against fate... Does this require a reason?"

"I don't think so."

Asked calmly, and then gave the result.

Taking a step forward, Hermes looked into the eyes of the illusory face.

He didn't know whether it was real or an illusion, but to him, the answer made no difference.

"For you, there is no need for a reason to clear your unstable fate."

"So the same goes for me."

In this world, many things do not require reasons, they are just about whether they are necessary or not.

So under Hermes' firm will, the spiritual fire suddenly rose.

In an instant, it seemed as if many things in the dark turned into fuel for the flame.

There is Lachesis' deception of Paris, Hermes' understanding of fate and laws in the virtual world, and some other things that are difficult to explain.

Tongues of fire rose up, rushing towards the Great Alchemist's cheek, and then gently licking the master's temples.

In the firelight, Hermes looked warm and yet cold.

I don't know how much time passed, but at a certain moment, he stretched out his hand.

hum-

"Ok?"

There was a humming sound coming from the depths of all things. Standing next to the volcano, Ryan's originally inquiring gaze could not help but change.

The next moment, chains suddenly appeared out of thin air from the empty void around them.

The laws of the world are responding to this creation - no, they are responding to the birth of this artifact.

Although it trapped the goddess of fate, it seemed that its existence itself represented something, which in turn aroused the cheers of the laws.

My spirit was vaguely touched, and looking at everything happening in front of me, an inexplicable intuition came over me.

This unborn artifact seems to be offending the authority of the spiritual world - to be more precise, it is offending the authority that the spiritual world has obtained from Chaos.

Their corresponding powers are trembling slightly, as if responding to the birth of this artifact.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

At this moment, Ryan's fingers had even reached into the side of his robe and touched another leaf of the sacred tree.

If he wanted, he could destroy the prototype of this artifact in the cradle and then bring it back to the goddess of fate in another way.

But after a moment, Ryan finally gave up this plan.

As a two-part human being, he cannot accurately grasp the changes in the spiritual world at this moment.

Or even this remaining induction was not a good thing in essence, because it proved that his fragmented humanity was not as perfect as he had imagined - of course, Ryan had known this a long time ago.

Anyway, after the initial shock, Ryan regained his composure.

He was worrying too much. A single divine weapon was far from enough to shake the foundation of the spiritual world, let alone take away the food that had already been digested from His body.

No matter how special the authority is, it needs equal support... Moreover, it does not make him feel dangerous or fearful, but rather a sense of intimacy.

Judging from various indications, this artifact might really have some special function, but it is most likely not what I thought.

What's more, it is a creation made of materials provided by itself... No matter what, it can never threaten itself.

laugh--

With his back to Ryan, he had no idea that he had just walked on the edge of danger.

At this moment, the casting of the artifact has reached the most critical part.

The sudden resonance of the world's laws certainly startled Hermes, but after discovering that his refining was not disturbed, the great alchemist calmed down again.

The change was unexpected, but it was clearly a good thing.

This is not only beneficial to the casting of the current artifact, but also adds impetus to the formation of the future [Gate of Truth].

So Hermes just silently recorded the information brought by the resonance of the surrounding laws in his memory and took a deep breath.

The next moment, he held the liquid in front of him in mid-air, which had not yet solidified.

An invisible force acted on the rough draft of the artifact in an instant, and the strong recoil force rebounded along a mysterious trajectory.

However, faced with this scene, Hermes started the second and third time without hesitation.

Three empty grips, three recoils, and under the violent shock, the great alchemist's arms cracked like porcelain.

At the same time, the rolling liquid finally stabilized there, formed a special shape, and then began to solidify little by little.

The main body is silver-white, with black and blood-colored lines interwoven on it.

A strong breath of life emanated from it, and as its creator, Hermes' originally broken arm recovered to normal at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

Obviously, no matter what other abilities it has, at least the vigorous vitality from the alien world tree has been successfully inherited by this artifact.

It may be far inferior to the object that truly holds the power of [life], but it is enough to compete with the golden cup of the goddess of youth.

As the artifact gradually cooled down, new order and laws gradually emerged.

Looking at his final result, Hermes' heart was filled with joy.

It was not meant to be a stand-alone artifact - if the Door of Truth were ever materialized in the future, Hermes had no doubt that it could do so.

But even with all these powerful materials, Hermes didn't think he could create a truly powerful artifact at his current level.

As the base that carries its illusory door, Lachesis's stone ruler is another artifact of separation of powers. Even if its form is changed with the help of great divine power, the great alchemist cannot erase its essence.

What's more, to create a true divine weapon, one must have unique divine power, and obviously, Hermes himself does not have this ability.

However, all the impossibilities have changed with the inexplicable resonance of the world's laws. The origin of the artifact that had remained unchanged under the hellfire no longer persists.

Just like the spring breeze and rain, it separates at the touch of a finger.

Even in this strange resonance, Hermes found that the memories he had mixed in also underwent some special changes.

It is interwoven with many other materials to form a new order.

Just like there was no law of fire in the world at the beginning of its creation, it seemed that I had unintentionally added a new piece of the puzzle to the world.

It has no name because it is a new thing.

But if it must be given a name, Hermes thinks that [virtual and real] is more suitable to describe it.

In comparison, adding wisdom and shaping life are just additional functions.

Even if the Leaf of Yggdrasil had not originally come from the Nine Realms, and the mother tree had already interpreted Life from another perspective, this new artifact might not have inherited these abilities.

"It seems to be successful?"

Immersed in joy, Ryan's voice came from behind, interrupting Hermes's fantasy.

The smile froze for a moment, and the great alchemist remembered that he still had a big problem that had not been solved.

"Yes, Mr. Irving."

"Thanks to the great Lord of Hell, I was able to complete this masterpiece."

“As you can see, I succeeded.”

"Very good. With the help of our Lord, your success is inevitable, Mr. Hermes."

"But now that you've succeeded...what does it do?"

Ask directly, because Ryan had witnessed the entire refining process of Hermes, he could guess the use of this alchemical artifact.

It may be able to give life, and drinking water soaked in it can make people immortal.

It may be able to give people wisdom, and by using it to enlighten themselves, they can solve mysteries that were previously incomprehensible.

Or you can use it as a tool to predict fate and spy on past and future situations.

It is also possible to use it as a catalyst and turn it into a poison to curse living beings.

But no matter what it is, it is just a mortal creation and cannot reach the realm of authority.

Moreover, judging from the various abilities it may have, it seems to be very similar to the "Philosopher's Stone" in later legends.

It is the life stone, the soul stone, and also the panacea, which can be used as an equivalent medium to transform all creations into events.

However, this description was obviously beyond the realm of the mortal world, so Ryan did not hold out hope for it at first.

Legends always contain exaggerations and falsehoods, and we have seen many similar things.

However, as accidents occurred during the refining process, everything became confusing again.

A true artifact must represent its unique power.

But in its current state, Ryan couldn't see the details of this new artifact.

Only its creator can accurately appreciate its power.

"It's just an ordinary artifact. It's nothing in front of the great Lord of Hell."

"As for its capabilities..."

After a pause, Hermes continued:

“I don’t know why it has changed like this.”

“But its real use is probably to turn those fake lives into real ones.”

The memories that he added and the various divine materials mixed together eventually produced this unique and strange change.

Hermes combined his spirit with the gradually cooling artifact, and vaguely felt that he might be able to summon some very special beings through it.