Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 869 - 347 Potion

Just like when he had arrived, following a stable space tunnel, the great hero left the core of the Sea Eye with the creator, whose face was pale.

His steps were somewhat heavy, and the events of the day struck him like a blow to the head, making Heracles once again realize his own insignificance at this moment.

Even though he could accomplish many things, there were still many more things in the world that were beyond his power, no matter how hard he tried.

God or human, perhaps he was born standing on a relatively high point, but it was still far from enough.

For the first time in his life, aside from some persistent thoughts, the great hero longed for greater strength.

As for what counts as great strength?

"It's not about doing whatever I want."

"It's about preventing things I don't want to happen from happening."

"On that day, I will return here and personally shatter this barrier of sin."

A surge of impulse rose in his heart, Heracles looked back at the darkness behind him.

However, at this moment, the person still in the darkness probably no longer had a clear consciousness.

"Don't overthink it, Heracles, it was, after all, his choice."

"And even though he's imprisoned within, Olymus is ultimately not an undying deity."

"Even with nearly all the strength I left there to support him, he would still fall into a state where life and death overlap."

"The pressure of the entire Sea Eye is enough to crush him, yet this prison isn't meant for the ultimate detainment of its prisoners."

"On top of that, my strength will also keep him alive."

"So, under these circumstances, he won't experience pain like I did."

"It's like a grand dream; if he has the chance to come out one day, he actually won't feel anything at all."

"Moreover..."

As his face remained pale, with the equivalent ritual track cutting the flow of their differing strength at that point, Prometheus's severely depleted body also lost its source of replenishment.

Looking at Heracles, whose expression was changing, the Forethinking God couldn't help but want to say something more.

But he opened his mouth and eventually didn't continue.

There might still be secrets on Olymus, but his decision to do this was probably truly spontaneous.

Prometheus had no desire to dwell on these matters, having been away from the outside world for too long. At this moment, he was more eager to see the Mortal Realm with his own eyes.

Moreover, no matter how you look at it, the things entangling Heracles were much more terrifying than those on Olymus.

"What?"

Heracles, not having heard the last sentence, turned back and asked.

The Forethinking God simply waved his hand lightly, then changed the subject.

"I mean, there's also the purpose of your journey," he said.

"You came in search of the knowledge of the Spirit Realm, and now the Purgatory Book is in your hands."

"Its content may contain traps and could possibly lead you down the wrong path, but before that, it should also be able to offer you some help."

"After all, even if just for a certain purpose, you probably do not currently meet its requirements."

Coming back to his senses, the events that happened before were so sudden that it was only now the hero remembered what he had gained.

The Purgatory Book, the knowledge it recorded could even deceive the unguarded Power of the Divine King.

Regardless of whether it had any problems, the content it recorded was certainly extraordinary.

Taking out the purple deep-colored book and looking at the mysterious, hard-to-understand script on the cover, for a moment, a strange intuition surged in Heracles's heart.

Muttering in his mind what he wished to know, the hero casually flipped open a page.

And the next moment, what appeared before his eyes was a picture of a mirror flickering with silver light, and in the mirror was reflected a large lake of clear black and white division.

Maybe it was a lake, but seeing its size represented 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 hero did not recognize them, but just like before.

When Heracles saw these words, it seemed he also knew what they aimed to convey.

This was what Ande had once told him, the legendary High-Grade Artifact representing the domain of "Space" in the Mortal World.

Although Chaos's space-time Origin rarely manifested in part, even just this fragment was enough to create this powerful Magic Mirror.

Its might could connect all things in the world; wherever there was no Great Divine Power covering, the mirror could reach, possessing the ability to travel in all directions between heaven and earth.

As for the scene reflected in the mirror, it was very similar to what Ande had described.

It was the Well of Reincarnation, the end of life and death, the symbol of the cycle of all things.

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With the two superimposed together, no soul from any life, as long as it still existed in the world, could conceal its trace.

And what the Purgatory Book recorded was their current whereabouts.

[The Splatter Mirror, the supreme treasure of the Mortal Realm's space]

[It was originally kept in The Temple, and you would never have been able to touch it on your own.]

[However, due to *** reasons, not long ago, a slight space force from beyond the heavens fell into the Spirit Realm]

[To digest this force as quickly and perfectly as possible, and to share the burden of the world itself, the ancient mirror thus fell from the highest summit of Mount Sinai, plummeting into the cyclical whirl of Samsara, which erodes and cycles all things]

[So as long as you reach where Samsara lies, you can obtain the mirror and find the answers you seek.]