Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 795: Chapter 291 Travelers_2

So he longed for the miracle of resurrection, did he? If there were any place in this world that could bring the dead back to life, where would be more suitable than the Spirit Realm?

And the answers I seek can be found there as well.

“Hmm… Heracles, an Evil God or a True God, is only different in terms of strength. The so-called True Gods destroyed an epoch of humanity, while I have never even set foot in the kingdom where you grew up.”

“Modern humans have long forgotten that the once Bronze Age also established a glorious civilization… Ha, the so-called ‘barbarians’ of the North possess stronger physiques; do you really think it’s because of ‘evil rituals’? That’s just a lie. The truth is that their bloodline is closer to the original [Life].”

“As for the things promised to you by the so-called Olympian Deity, I can help you accomplish them with a viable plan.”

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The natural abilities of humanity deteriorate from generation to generation because of the source from which they originate.

Recalling the ‘stories’ he’d heard and the sights he’d seen over the millennia, Ande continued speaking.

“Heracles, I don’t know who you want to resurrect, but I can assure you that all living beings are reincarnated through the [Well of Reincarnation], which also records the traces of all life in existence.”

“As long as you can find it, extract the corresponding life traces, and then find the legendary high-level Divine Artifact [Splatter Mirror] that governs [Space], you can find the soul traces of any mortal in this world.”

“Then you just need to use this as a medium, guide it, and make him drink the water from the [Well of Reincarnation] that symbolizes ‘life’, and he will be able to be reborn and come into this world again.”

Spirit Realm!

Again the Spirit Realm!

Upon hearing the name of the Spirit Realm for the third time, Heracles finally stopped doubting this point.

Scholars of Athens, True Gods of Olympus, and Evil Gods rejected by mainstream culture all believed that ‘resurrection’ could only be completed in the Spirit Realm.

Thus, it was clear that although their methods were different, at least on this point, there should be no problem.

“And ‘immortality’?”

Instinctively he asked, but Heracles immediately remembered that they were supposed to be enemies at that moment.

But before him, Ande did not mind; he only shook his head to indicate he didn’t know.

“If it’s just ‘longevity,’ then the water from the [Well of Reincarnation] itself has such power.”

“It can free drinkers from the shackles of life and death, granting them nearly endless vitality. If you could take a sip, you would also gain a long life.”

“But ‘immortality’… that I do not understand.”

“Simply being difficult to kill, like the Nomas Lion’s impenetrable body, could be considered a form of it.”

“But true ‘immortality,’ that is not within my realm of knowledge—I can only offer you the chance to experience it yourself.”

“Experience it myself?”

“Yes, I can give you the opportunity to try, but when you decide to do so is up to you.”

“Consider it my reward for completing my ‘test,’ and we will write off any grudges between us. What do you think?”

Eyeing the ‘Evil God’ before him, Heracles finally nodded his head.

In truth, he himself did not know what ‘true immortality’ was like. Since the other offered him the chance to experience it, he might as well give it a try.

Moreover, as they could not harm each other, and he had not truly lost anything, such an outcome was acceptable.

However, his wariness did not wane in the slightest, especially since he did not yet know the other’s purpose.

“As you say, I can let bygones be bygones, but as for you, God of the Alien Clan, what is the purpose of your so-called test?”

“God of the Alien Clan… you say?”

Seeing Heracles’s hostility diminish at last, Ande gave a slight smile and returned to his initial spot, searching the rubble for a carved wooden figurine from before.

He took out a carving knife, resuming his unfinished work.

“My idea is simple, which is to choose a companion for myself.”

“A companion?”

“Yes.”

With a slight nod, Ande did not hide his intentions.

There was a touch of admiration in his tone, for Heracles indeed met his requirements well.

“Just as you seek the secrets of immortality and embark on your journey, I too have things I wish to discover.”

“Yet most of the secrets in this world are hidden behind the scenes, only found in a few places, and the Spirit Realm is one of them.”

“But as you can see, although I have many special means, even making the Olympian Gods falter here, it doesn’t mean I can directly defeat some formidable enemies.”

“So I wish to find a companion, someone with exceptional abilities. Though we may journey with different goals, at least we share a common path.”

“But I do not trust you, nor am I at ease traveling with a stranger.”

Heracles spoke bluntly, not hiding his mistrust.

Yet Ande was prepared for this, as he himself did not quite trust this young man he had only recently met.

“Let us sign a contract, witnessed by the great will of the Ancient Spirit World; on our journey, we shall not harm each other. You provide the force, and I will tell you things beyond power—what do you think?”

Extending his hand to produce a sheet of transparent paper, the young man solemnly inquired.

“…All right.”

After hesitating for a moment, Heracles wanted to refuse.

But recalling the day’s experiences, he had some hesitation.

Not everything in this world could be resolved with force unless his strength became enough to upend everything.

Perhaps he did need a companion, and with the guarantee of a contract, the presence before him might indeed be a choice.

“Very well.”

Nodding in satisfaction, the young man smiled.

He and Heracles signed their names in turn, watching as the paper soaked in the Waters of the Styx turned to ashes.

From then on, for a certain period, they would be companions… and so the young man fumbled about, pulling out a small golden box.

“What is this?”

“This is me.”

He replied casually, and Ande then opened the box.

In the center of the box lay a delicate little figure.

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Sunset and sunrise, above the unnamed forest, the God of West Wind spun madly in the sky.

It had been days since he lost his way, yet progress remained elusive.

At this moment, he considered whether to employ some extreme measures.

Trapped in a small forest for so long without finding a way out, Zephyrus felt his mood inevitably becoming irritable.

Until another night passed, and the patience of the God of West Wind was about to run out.

If nothing else worked, he would have to admit his mistake… there was no other way.

Yet just as Zephyrus, in resignation, prepared to directly inform Zeus, he suddenly detected a familiar aura.

Though distant, it was faint but distinct, almost identical to what he had been seeking all along.

“Hmm?”

“Is it Heracles?”

His expression shifted, and joy spread across his face; Zephyrus immediately flew toward the source of the aura.

After all this time, he finally found him.

Just a bit more, and he would have given up, but in the end, the issue was resolved.

Indeed, his luck remained as good as ever.

In crucial moments, he could always solve the troubles he encountered.