Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 624: One Arrow and Reflection
"what?"

With a slight exclamation, the first person to discover Hercules in an unknown place was none other than the white dragon that wandered between reality and fantasy.

Wandering on the edge of the world of all spirits, this is not the first time that Iselania has come here.

In the past years, she often came to the banks of the River of Forgotten, watching the struggle and sinking of billions of souls.

Those weak-willed and shallow memories have long since sunk to the bottom of the river in the flow of the river.

Those who can maintain their sanity all the way to the spirit world often have a brilliant life.

Iselania doesn't care about how they are in their lives, but she will grant them a beautiful dream at the end of their lives, and eventually preserve it in the depths of the dream world, becoming one of the bricks supporting its expansion.

In this situation, when Hercules appeared here, he almost immediately attracted the attention of the White Dragon.

After just a quick look up and down, Ysera's crystal eyes moved slightly downwards and fixed on the great hero's wrist.

There, the traces of a ritual shone brightly.

With just one glance, Bailong recognized its origin.

It is a reflection of history and the embodiment of some kind of miracle.

It is [false immortality] that can deprive a being of death, making it immortal for a period of time.

Of course, Iselania doesn't care about its power.

But since this power appeared in Hercules, there seemed to be no need for her to stop him.

Looking at him silently, the white dragon's tail slapped the surface of the River Styx.

I'm a little bored, but I don't know what to do.

It has been a long time since Iselania encountered anything interesting since the last toy ran away.

Even if there was a major war outside Mount Olympus, she would not have the opportunity to intervene.

……

Continuing on, Hercules is still drifting.

After the White Dragon, the second person to discover him was Eros.

Tiny wings fluttered behind her, and the girl carrying a lead arrow saw movement at the bottom of the river.

An intruder, she should have been expelled or eliminated.

However, Eros did not intend to do so, because although her mission was to stop those who could disrupt the stability of the Samsara cycle, even the Samsara cycle was not here now...

"Yeah, so technically I could let him in."

Eros made up a random excuse and chose to neglect his duties.

Of course, she was mainly curious about what this human was going to do.

In Hercules, she sensed the scent of the golden apple and various demonic smells.

Is such a human being preparing to wreak havoc in the spirit world?

"Tsk, Ysera didn't care about him, why should I care?"

"The Mind Dragon might let him in, so there must be no problem."

Eros smiled indifferently, but after thinking for a moment, he took out the golden arrow of Volos from his waist.

She decided to use both the lead arrow and the golden arrow to hit this guy at least once today.

As for how to shoot...

"It all depends on whether he can make me laugh!"

With a cheer, Eros flapped her wings and disappeared from the edge of the Spirit Realm.

With the help of her authority as a deity in the spiritual world, she mobilized some of the power of the interface and secretly followed the other party.

But at the same time, following the great hero's movement, Eros also spied on where he came from.

"Ok?"

"One, two, three... so many evil creatures and gods!"

Covering her mouth and screaming, Eros patted her ordinary chest as if she was frightened.

But looking at her big eyes rolling around, it was obvious that she didn't take this matter to heart at all.

……

Continuing to move along the riverbed, Hercules passed two checkpoints silently.

At a certain moment, as the effect of the potion gradually wore off, the dormant will gradually revived.

Slowly opening his eyes, the hero looked out at the outside world from the bottom of the river.

The clear river water reflected the moonlight, and four spiritual moons illuminated the sky above the spiritual world.

Along both sides of the river, buildings of different styles are lined up.

The rich spiritual aura penetrated his body, making him feel extremely comfortable.

“Is this… already here?”

Quietly stopping his drifting, Hercules grasped the pupil of the Caucasian condor.

Although this demon's relic did not provide any substantial power assistance in the hero's past adventures, it did play a lot of roles.

Just like now, with his eyesight, he couldn't see the outside world at the bottom of the Styx.

But with the help of the Eye of the Caucasian Condor, he saw the end of his journey.

In the darkness, three vast auras closely connected to the interface connected the sky and the earth.

But vaguely, Hercules could feel a bit of dullness.

That was not the real body, but a temporary differentiation, a mechanical incarnation that performed divine duties... Moving his eyes again, the great hero looked towards the center of the interface.

According to the records in the Book of Purgatory, it is the central axis of the spiritual world and has the most powerful artifact in the world, symbolizing the endless cycle of all things in the universe. The existence of the Well of Samsara is also the ultimate goal of his trip.

However, at first glance, Hercules was somewhat shocked to find that there was neither the legendary two-colored well surface as vast as the ocean, nor the well walls as tall as mountain walls.

There was just a huge pit there, as if something had once been there, but now there was nothing.

Only in front of it, an illusory mirror image is hanging there.

That is the projection of the [Mirror of Spreer]. The purpose of its existence is to assist the [Well of Samsara] in completing the reincarnation of billions of souls.

"What...what's going on?"

Doubts arose, but I was not panicked.

Because by looking at the mirror image hanging high in the air, Hercules knew that his trip was not in vain.

In fact, his purpose of going to the spirit world was not to find the Well of Samsara itself, but to use the magic mirror that holds the authority of Samsara and Space to reflect the world and find the soul of his mother whom he had accidentally killed.

He quietly stepped out of the River Styx, the power of the potion had not yet completely faded.

Hiding his own breath, Hercules took a deep breath.

He looked around carefully, moving among the queue of souls.

Looking up at the sky, the incarnations of the three goddesses are shrouded in divine light.

The great hero knew very well that if their real bodies were left here, he would be discovered.

It was as if everything was paving the way for him. After half a day of difficult groping, Hercules finally stood in front of the huge bottomless pit that was like an abyss.

The reflection of the [Mirror of Spreer] flickered with a faint light, and the breath of reincarnation almost merged with it.

The reflection of this magic mirror has become semi-independent, becoming an accessory of reincarnation and a bridge for communication between the powers of the two artifacts.

After a moment's silence, bathed in the light of the spiritual moon, Hercules reached out to touch the silver mirror.

Not surprisingly, he came into contact with the true form of the shadow of this artifact.

hum-

The mirror made a clear sound, as if asking the user about their needs.

The thought moved, and the hero responded to it. The next moment, the mirror was slightly blurred, as if something was being retrieved... and at the same time, it seemed to have encountered some trouble, an ancient scroll unfolded in the mirror, and the truth of the past was confirmed here.

【Well of Samsara】

【History Book of Time】

【Mirror of Spreal】

The power of the three artifacts converged here, and finally the last trace of what Hercules sought was imprinted on the mirror.

Looking intently... on the silver mirror that was rippling like water, he saw a kingdom as magnificent as heaven.

And the scarlet that rises from beneath the sacred, corrupting all souls.

……

On Mount Olympus, inside the Golden Palace.

After a lot of effort, Zeus' incarnation finally solved the problem temporarily.

With a solemn expression, he sat alone on the throne.

Strictly speaking, the God King's mood at the moment was not that bad.

A test, a fight.

His body seems to be sealed, but it is actually not as serious as imagined.

The royal power still extends into the world, and order begins to penetrate the starry sky and the underworld bit by bit.

Even if he wanted to break the seal by force, he would have a chance...but the price would most likely be the destruction of Asgard, causing him to lose this interface permanently.

In this case, Zeus did not do so because he really needed some time to calm down.

Repairing the injuries that violated the covenant between God and man, organizing and sorting out the power of the kingship... and even analyzing the certain rules contained in that twisted pupil.

After all, it is related to the God-King from a foreign land, there is no doubt about that.

It points out Asgard's loopholes, but also contains rules that are consistent with the interface.

Overall, Zeus didn't feel that he had suffered any loss, especially since he had made a great discovery.

"He is unwilling to come out and face me even at this point. If nothing unexpected happens, no matter what he is doing, I am afraid that the Lord of the Spirit World will really have no time to extricate himself."

His expression was calm. In this case, Zeus had put aside the last suspense in his heart.

Once the seal of Asgard is broken and his power is further enhanced, he will personally take action and sweep away everything in the world, sky and sea.

The Well of Samsara is a countdown hanging above your head, but it records not only yourself, but also all other gods in the world...

Immersed in thought, at a certain moment, the God King suddenly heard a call.

"Your Majesty, an envoy from the ocean requests an audience."

"……What's up?"

Zeus asked, frowning slightly.

"Your Majesty, it is said that they are here to file a complaint."

I don’t know how to describe it, Nymph, who was standing by, whispered.

"Complain?"

It was a bit puzzling, and Zeus didn't know what they were complaining about.

The four seas are turbulent, the laws are in disorder, and it hasn't been long since Poseidon left this world, but they have caused such a big mess. How dare they come and complain?

"...Let him come to see me."

After hesitating for a while, Zeus decided to meet with the visitor.

But after a moment, he felt regretful.

"…Your Majesty, I come here on the orders of the ancient sea god's son, the old sea god Nereus."

He bowed respectfully with a sad face.

The messenger had grief and anger in his eyes as he denounced the evil deeds of a certain Titan and human beings to the God-King.

"As you can see, the four seas are turbulent, the laws are in disarray, and the rules left by Poseidon, the king of the sea, are frequently in turmoil."

"But this is not because we, the sea gods, are unwilling to serve the gods, but because the Titan Atlas is aiding and abetting the evil, and the arrogant human Hercules is too arrogant!"

"Because of their recklessness, the pillars that were originally given by the ancient gods to suppress the waves and support the sky were taken away, and the laws of the sea have been in turmoil."

"That human fought a fierce battle on the sea for days and nights, causing countless sea creatures to be wiped out, and countless gods who tried to stop him were seriously injured."

"Under the copper pillars that support the sky, the many sea gods suppressed by the laws are no match at all... If I hadn't been seriously injured, Your Highness Nereus wouldn't have sent me to complain to you."

"As the supreme ruler who rules the world, heaven and sea, please make a fair judgment on this matter!"

"..."

I remained silent, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Looking at the messenger in front of him, Zeus didn't know whether he should say something or not.

It's just a pillar used to help support the sky. Before it was gone, Atlas was holding up just fine. How did it become like this?
But if you think about it carefully, it seems to make sense.

After all, with the passage of time, both the [sky] and the [sea] have become more and more powerful.

As early as the last era, if Uranus could wake up, the [sky] would have been able to condense symbols and create a realm of great divine power.

Now, an era and a half has passed, and although it is still loose, its strength has increased significantly.

In this situation, it seems normal that Atlas's power was insufficient, leading to changes in the sea.

After all, the God King is not the God of the Sea, and he has never supported the sky.

He wasn't particularly sure what was going on here.

"Ahem... I have a general idea of ​​the losses suffered by the Sea God."

After a light cough, Zeus asked:

"Then I wonder how much damage you have suffered..."

"Your Majesty, 90% of the Sea God's palace has collapsed, most of the marine creatures have died, and there are only a few nymphs left. Most of the gods have been injured and their powers have been nearly damaged!"

As if waiting for these words, the messenger of Poseidon said loudly:
"If it is to make sacrifices for His Majesty, it is our duty."

"But such a price has been paid for an unknown human. We, the Sea God, swear to seek justice!"

"..."

His smile froze, and Zeus didn't know what to say.

What a joke! Anything else would be fine, but how could he not know whether Hercules had beaten all the sea gods?
Most of the people in the ocean have been killed or injured. Do you know how many living creatures there are in the ocean?
Also, 90% of the temple collapsed... Zeus had no way of verifying this.

But he had reason to believe that these were all false reports!
"...Well...I'll handle it accordingly."

Although it was false, the God King still endured it in the end.

After all, this was caused by the task he arranged... He finally sent away the messenger of the sea god, but before he could sit for a while, another voice came from the door.

"His Majesty……"

"what's up?"

"The messenger of His Majesty the King of Hell is here to visit...it seems he wants to file a complaint as well."

"..."

click-

Crushing the armrest on the right, Zeus took a deep breath.

"Let him in."

"I want to hear what happened in the underworld."

(End of this chapter)