Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 917: Chapter 373: Blood of the Stars_3

After a long while, when he opened his eyes again, the middle-aged man could no longer see that captivating radiance.

Clearly, the elder had already perfected his grasp on his own condition.

It only took a moment for him to become accustomed to the new state.

“Hehe, Erwin, don’t be anxious.”

“It’s too rare, and you are still young.”

“One day, it will surely have your share as well.”

“It’s just that our efficiency in utilizing the raw materials is too low, and it’s still far from the quality we envisioned.”

“I understand.”

“Right now, you need it more than I do.”

Nodding slowly, the middle-aged man seemed unconcerned in the presence of the elder.

After all, as the other party said, he does not need that thing right now.

“It’s just teacher, our progress has been stagnating for too long…”

Wearing a troubled expression, Erwin felt somewhat helpless.

“Isolated cases can’t establish proof, and without a reference… our experiment has hit a bottleneck.”

“Unless there’s a flash of insight leading to a breakthrough, otherwise…”

“That’s why, Erwin, I had you prepare for this war, didn’t I,” the elder said lightly, clasping his staff.

Turning back around, the old man gazed down at the city below him.

In Silver Moon City, crowds bustled about.

The church, wizards, gods, angels… they were all here.

As a mere human, the old man believed he did not have the power to change the course of the world.

Going with the flow was his consistent principle.

No matter what happened, he was never the first to initiate.

For example, it wasn’t he who requested the creation of the Life Box for Achilles, but he indeed took part in the construction and personally observed that Undying Body soaked in the Waters of the Styx.

And it wasn’t he who incited those Godhood Practitioners, whose minds were filled only with the majesty of the divine, to demand explanations from the western kingdoms of the mainland, but when asked about the wizards’ stance, all his responses were supportive.

The elder himself was noncommittal towards these people’s actions.

After all, in his view, splitting the soul meant a flaw in willpower, something he would never do.

And as for the majesty of the divine… perhaps those priests never asked whether the deity itself believed the ownership of that sword affected its dignity.

However, since others wanted to do it, he would not refuse.

Everyone got what they wanted, so there was no such thing as a loser.

But…

“Over these years, there is only one thing that I have taken the initiative to do.”

“It may indeed be a risk, but on the path to eternity, where is there a broad and easy road?”

With a serene demeanor, the elder’s eyes swept over a spot in the city.

There, a vitality that even he found alarming throbbed, along with three distinctly different auras.

Such powerful demigods and the flavor of a faith deity from the eastern continent… it’s a pity that I have no desire to touch that so-called power of divinity.

This obviously artificial power is a last resort, something the elder would not want to dabble in prematurely if there was any possibility.

By the look of things, that deity from Olympus had probably come for them.

There might be some secret involved, but the old man was not interested.

Let that deity harboring terrible forbidden secrets leave with them, as long as it does not affect his fundamentals, the elder has always maintained a respectful distance from such troublesome entities.

“Erwin, what about that Wind God from Olympus?”

“Medea is in charge of this matter, and you are aware of her attitude.”

“That offspring of the deity said they would handle it, so I didn’t interfere further to avoid conflict with her.”

His tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction; clearly, the middle-aged man had been displeased with Medea for quite some time.

“You know, she is not only a wizard, but also a natural-born demigod…”

“Teacher, if the war really breaks out as you said before…”

“Don’t rush.”

Unhurriedly, the old man raised his hand to silence the middle-aged man.

“Send them off first, and as for Medea, don’t take those minor matters to heart.”

“Someone like her is unlikely to stand against me.”

“As long as she’s not an enemy, then don’t invite trouble for yourself.”

“…Yes, teacher.”

Speaking softly, the middle-aged man complied.

“Alright, remember to distinguish what’s important from what’s not.”

The elder nodded with a smile and slowly spoke.

“Go on, if there’s nothing else, go find some ‘materials’.”

“The [Star Cluster]… It’s natural recovery rate is still too slow.”

“While we’ve achieved some results, for the upcoming war, right now, I need more.”

The student is still young, but that’s also good.

If the other party was really like himself, the old man might not feel at ease.