Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

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

The steps were a little heavy, and what happened today was like a blow to the head, making Heracles once again realize how insignificant he was at this moment.

Even though he can do a lot of things, there are still more things in this world that he can't do no matter what he does.

Whether it is a god or a human being, he may have been born at a relatively high point, but this is not enough.

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

As for what counts as strong power?

"It's not about just doing whatever you want."

"But when I don't want something to happen, then it can't happen."

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

With an impulse rising in his heart, Hercules looked back at the darkness behind him.

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

"Don't think too much, Hercules, this is his choice after all."

"And even though he is imprisoned, Oreus is not an immortal god after all.

"Even with almost all the power I have left there as support, he will still fall into a state of superposition of life and death."

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

"And on top of that, my power will keep him alive."

"So in this case, he's not going to feel the pain that I'm feeling."

"It's like a big dream. If he has a chance to come out in the future, he will actually feel nothing."

"not to mention……"

His face was pale, and when the equivalent ritual intercepted the different powers between the two, Prometheus' severely damaged body had no source of replenishment.

Seeing the change in Hercules' eyes, the God of Illumination couldn't help but want to continue saying something.

But he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Oreus may still have secrets, but he would make such a decision, and it was probably a spontaneous act.

Prometheus had no intention of getting entangled in this. He had been away from the outside world for too long. At this moment, he wanted to see the world today with his own eyes.

And compared to Oreus, no matter how you look at it, the things entangled in Heracles are much more terrifying than him.

"What?"

Not hearing the last sentence clearly, Hercules turned around and asked.

But the God of Illumination just waved his hand gently and then changed the topic.

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

"You came here to pursue the knowledge of the spiritual world, and now the [Book of Purgatory] has been placed in your hands."

"There may be traps in its content, and it may lead you down the wrong path, but before that, it should be able to bring you some help."

"After all, even if it's just for a certain purpose, I'm afraid you may not meet his requirements now."

When he came back to his senses, the previous changes were so sudden that the hero didn't remember his gains until now.

[Book of Purgatory], the knowledge it records can even deceive the power of the unguarded God King.

Regardless of whether there is any problem with it, judging from the results, what it records is anything but ordinary.

He took out the dark purple book and looked at the strange and unintelligible font on the cover. For a moment, an inexplicable intuition came to Hercules' heart.

Silently thinking about what he wanted to know, the great hero turned over a page.

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

Maybe it was a lake. Even judging from its size in the mirror, Heracles preferred to call it a sea.

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

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 illustrate.

This is what Ender once told him, the legendary high-level artifact that represents the field of [space] in the world.

Although the exposed part of Chaos' time and space origin 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. Any place that is not shrouded by great divine power can be shrouded by the mirror, and the owner can use it to travel around the world.

As for the scene reflected in the mirror, it was also very similar to what Ender said.

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

When the two are superimposed together, no matter which life 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 exactly their whereabouts at this moment.

[Spreem's Mirror, the Supreme of Mortal Space]

[It was originally stored in the temple of ***, and you will never be able to touch it on your own.

[However, due to *** reasons, not long ago, a small amount of space power from outside the sky fell into the spiritual world]

[In order to perfectly digest this power as quickly as possible, and in order to share the pressure of the world itself, the ancient mirror fell from the highest Mount Sinaia and fell into the reincarnation that consumes all things and circulates in all directions]

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

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

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

The great hero casually turned another page, and what appeared in front of him were two completely different pictures.

One picture depicted a figure climbing a mountain.

With almost no need to identify, Hercules recognized that it was himself.

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

[The first road, along the ridge of Mount Sinai, climbing step by step from the bottom]

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

[Mount Sinai, which runs through the spiritual world, is the center of its existence]

[When you step on the first level of the spiritual world, you will reach the foot of the sacred mountain]

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

[However, the fourth level of the spiritual world is now disconnected from the upper and lower levels, and it is as difficult as ascending to heaven to enter from this road]

There is no specific method. Obviously, this picture is more like a catalog, an introduction.

So instead of rushing to continue to look at the things behind, the great hero shifted his attention to another picture.

There is nothing else in this picture, only a winding river.

Millions of light spots flickered in it, and vaguely, it seemed that billions of souls could not bear the passing of memory, crying loudly in it.

[The second way, go to the underworld and go up along the River of Oblivion]

[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 water and avoid the inspections along the way, you can directly come to the fourth level of the spirit world]

[This way has a chance to be realized, but you need to have the ability to get there and avoid the power of the River of Oblivion]

[If you can do this, you have the possibility of reaching the end]

Compared with the previous one, Hercules undoubtedly thinks this method is more reasonable.

However, for some reason, the great hero has an inexplicable intuition that no matter what he chooses at this moment, he will eventually go to the spirit world along the 'correct' path.

Since he can'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 worry... child, I know you may have seen something, but while keeping vigilant, I will tell you some of my understanding of this book in recent years."

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

"It's just that apart from this question, if you want to get any more information, you must read it bit by bit and try to absorb the vast knowledge in it."

"I don't know how much content it records, but it is definitely beyond your imagination."

"So grasp what you want and don't waste the opportunity it provides you."

"I know."

Take a deep breath, Hercules didn't expect that the [Book of Purgatory] has such a rule.

He then calmed down and silently chose the second path.

Although he didn't know whether he would embark on the first path in the future, at least at this time, the great hero wanted a more likely answer.

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

Under the great hero's gaze, the medicine bottle gradually became empty and some liquid appeared.

As the liquid rose, Hercules' mind also gained a lot of corresponding knowledge.

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 made, the door to the spiritual world will be open to the great hero.

"But this material..."

With a look of hesitation on his face, Hercules frowned slightly.

Everything else is easy to say, but the main medicine is not so common.

Or, its existence itself is just a legend.

"... Your Highness Prometheus, I wonder if you have heard of the golden apple?"

"Hmm?"

After a slight start, the God of Foresight nodded.

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

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

"This..."

After a little hesitation, there is no doubt that Hercules' question must be related to the book.

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

But now, it should belong to the God Court.

As expected, is this to lure him to go against the God Court?

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

But after careful consideration, Prometheus still gave a roundabout answer.

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

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

"It fell into his hands at the end of the Second Age, and the Queen of Heaven finally planted it and turned it into a small fruit tree."

"It is now on an island in the west of the continent, on the West Sea."

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

Nodding, the hero breathed a sigh of relief.

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

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

After returning from this trip, he already knew what to do.

But...

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

In theory, the other party still has the so-called "trial" to award him.

Although Hercules didn't want to complete the trial at this moment, he still planned to make it clear to the other party.

Although Zeus's image has fallen again and again in his heart recently, the hero's mood is a bit complicated when he thinks that the other party may be his father.

Fortunately, he doesn't need to deal with the King of Gods, and there is a god beside him who even knows the details of this.

"You mean Zephyrus?"

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

But since Hercules spoke, there was nothing he couldn't say about Zephyrus.

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"A-choo--"

At the same time, when Hercules started to return.

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

It's really strange, what kind of feeling is this.

Hmm... Could it be that because of the recent test, my body has some deficiency?