Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

"Hmm..."

"Another god from the Mortal Realm... and he really does look serious..."

"With her beside him, I probably can't do much... but I really want to grab that guy over here... ah, so indecisive..."

The voice was childish. In the Spirit Realm, Yserania rolled around in the dreamy, magnificent sea of bubbles, splashing waves all around.

As if she had found an interesting toy, Bai's claw almost reached out, but then she hesitated a bit.

A pure heart that reflects all things; the more chaotic the thoughts, the harder it is to resist the powers of the dream and heart.

But to Yserania, the goddess with the sword at her waist was indeed an exception.

Seriousness is just a facade, an equally pure heart is the strongest tool to resist the power of the heart.

In her sparkling eyes, a rare hint of trouble appeared. Staring at that deity who seemed somewhat peculiar, Bai wanted more and more to grab him over and take a look.

Following her heart's desire to act, if it were anyone else, they might have given up thinking it was just an illusion, unable to find anything wrong. But to Yserania, there was simply no such concept as 'illusion' in this world.

If not for Themis being right there, she would have already grabbed him without a single moment of hesitation.

"Why not just snatch him over?"

"Hmm... better not. Curiosity killed the cat... but I'm not a cat, am I?"

"Damn it, why won't Laine leave that mirror to me? If I had it, I could get whatever I wanted, and no one could stop me!"

If the omnipresent power of the heart teamed up with the spatial powers of the Splear Mirror, perhaps the White Dragon might actually achieve her wish.

Feeling indignant, Yserania rolled once again above the Sea of Dreams.

In that instant, countless beings in the Mortal Realm woke up in shock, only to be bewildered after waking.

Fortunately, this was the Dream Domain. If it had been the Mortal Realm, this would have been a cataclysm... However, Bai's temper came and went quickly. In the blink of an eye, she was no longer angry, instead blinking her eyes and using that brain she rarely ever used.

In the fleeting breath, the dream sea sparkled. Endless inspiration surged within her, transforming into bubbles of dream floating around Bai.

Feeling delighted, Yserania spread her wings and soared over the sea of dreams.

"Heh heh heh... I knew it, there's no problem that Lord Bai... no, Princess Ishera can't solve."

"I almost forgot, that sneaky fellow left quite a bit of divine power in the Spirit Realm back then."

"With its help, these mere deities are easily manipulated!"

With a single thought, gray mist began to rise.

Passing through several layers of the Spirit Realm, it silently put Dionysus into a deep sleep in the Mortal Realm.

Above the valley, within a small space sculpted from the power of Change Space based on the Golden Scales, the Goddess of Law glanced slightly to the side.

Her eyes beneath the black cloth seemed to see something... but in the end, she did nothing.

It was just a dream after all.

To an immortal deity, this was never a threat.

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"You have answered the first question correctly."

"Though I didn't use my full strength... you have proven you're not a delusional fool."

"Thus, human named Heracles, from now on, you have gained the right to leave my domain alive."

"This is determined by the rules, even if I am their master, I cannot change them."

"But if you answer the remaining two questions incorrectly, you can only take your life with you... everything else will stay here."

The voice was deep, shaking the surroundings with a rumble.

In the valley, the hero and the demon's question-and-answer session continued.

Originally lying on the ground, the Sphinx had now sat up, eyes fixed intently on the small human before it.

As the Sphinx mentioned earlier, its first question had indeed not employed any formidable measures.

It not only allowed Heracles to answer but