Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 916: Chapter 373: Blood of the Stars_2

Its existence warped the Magic Net, semi-permanently altering the rules of an entire region, or perhaps, it was in fact the twisted Magic Net itself.

The revered Master of Ten Thousand Laws created it, creating what Humans to this day cannot fully understand. And then, like discarding garbage, he handed over the authority to manage it to the Humans of Silver Moon City.

Since that day, the construction schedule for the twelve high towers had begun.

But in reality, in terms of the sheer technology of building high towers alone, it probably still couldn’t match that Great Alchemist from Athens.

“…It’s such a pity, that young man was unwilling to stay.”

“Otherwise, with his talent, these difficult problems that trouble us might not be so insurmountable.”

Thinking of this, the elder also felt some regret.

In his long life, that young man named Hermes was arguably the most talented and creative person he had ever seen.

Before him, Silver Moon City only had ‘Rune Studies’, ‘Material Studies’, ‘Magic Potion Study’.

After him, people began to interpret the world from a different angle, using ‘equivalent exchange’ as the foundation, explaining Transcendent through the perspective of ‘Alchemy’.

“Are you referring to Hermes?”

His expression slightly shifting, standing behind the elder, Erwin’s face didn’t look too good upon hearing that name.

Hermes, he remembered this fellow.

Unlike Medea, this Athenian was not a Demigod, and there was no blood of All Gods within him.

So at first, Erwin also felt quite favorable towards Hermes.

Only later…

He may indeed have had some abilities, but his personality was too unpleasant.

“Teacher, everyone has their own choices, and to recruit him, we had already made an exception at that time.”

“Even at the end, I personally promised him that if he chose to stay, then even if he did not grow up in Silver Moon City, one day he could become the master of a Clock Tower…and perhaps one day, have the opportunity to study the eternal secret.”

“He cannot be unaware of what I was saying, but teacher, he still mercilessly rejected me.”

“Let it be, it’s in the past.”

Slightly shaking his head, although the old man still harbored some regret, like he himself said, after all, it was already in the past.

Besides, at times he also wondered if he had overestimated the other party.

The unknown is always the most alluring, so whenever he encountered difficulties in research, the old man couldn’t help but think, what would it have been like if that young man with exceptional talent were here.

Especially as the other party’s reputation grew louder, his regret grew as well.

But after all, it is very difficult to judge a person’s talent.

A genius who pioneered Alchemy might not possess the same talent in other areas.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the high tower, the elder chatted with his student for a while.

As time passed, his demeanor couldn’t hide his fatigue.

This was not physical exhaustion, nor could it be changed by the strength of the Mortal World.

“Teacher, if you’re tired, I’ll take my leave first…”

Noticing this scene, the middle-aged man was about to excuse himself.

However, just at that moment, the sound of a bell suddenly rang out.

Ding Ling…

“Hm?”

Hearing this crisp sound, the middle-aged man immediately fell silent and stopped.

He took a half step back, revealing a flash of understanding in his eyes.

“This is…”

“Exactly what you’re thinking.”

“After many years of effort, we have finally achieved some results.”

“It’s just that there are still too few finished products now…and the effects are much worse than expected.”

Speaking calmly, the old man who also heard the bell felt rejuvenated.

A flicker of hope passed through his eyes as he tapped his cane on the floor.

As if by a command, the floor of the room immediately opened to reveal a hole leading somewhere unknown.

The next moment, a platform rose sluggishly from within.

There wasn’t much on it; on the platform was a silver tray, and on it, placed a Crystal Bottle filled with a brilliant golden liquid that flowed like quicksand.

Tiny dazzling spots of light flickered and undulated within, like a sky full of twinkling stars.

Occasional bubbles emerged in the flowing golden liquid, bursting at the surface like a mortal’s shattered dreams.

Tap—

Reaching out to pick up the extraordinary potion of the Mortal Realm, the old man’s fingertip lightly touched the bottle’s mouth.

It was like removing a seal; the wooden stopper on the Crystal Bottle immediately rotted at a visible speed, crumbled, and ultimately turned to dust.

The dust fell into the potion and instantly ignited like a flame.

Watching this scene, the old man finally opened his mouth and emptied the potion from the bottle in one gulp.

Tap—

After a brief moment, the Crystal Bottle was placed back onto the tray.

With a gentle wave, the platform carried it back to whence it came.

There were no earth-shattering anomalies, nor a sudden reversal of age.

Just like drinking a sip of water, the elder appeared unchanged.

Only his previously cloudy eyes brightened once more, as if the dust of the past had been washed away.

Unintentionally, standing aside, Erwin’s gaze crossed with the elder’s.

Just one look, a piercing sensation struck his spirit.

Bowing his head slightly, the middle-aged man remained composed.

Nothing strange, this was the true power of his teacher, and the reason he has been respectful all along.

Usually, to slow the decay of the soul, the old man had long been accustomed to containing his power.

Only at times like this, would he reveal a hint of his former splendor.

“…Truly a perfect creation…”

Closing his eyes, the elder reveled in this long-awaited rain.