Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

No matter what, the previous plan no longer exists.

Confronting reality, the elder must change himself.

No matter what, the previous plan no longer exists.

Confronting reality, the elder must change his plan.

Fortunately, it is not too late, and my discovery was timely.

If it were any later, it might have been truly irreversible.

"Teacher, you have worried too much."

Bowing his head in guilt, standing aside, even though he didn't know why the elder was reprimanding him again, the middle-aged man was already used to it.

After all, during the past centuries, the facts had repeatedly shown him that if he didn't understand why the teacher was angry, it likely meant he hadn't seen the root of the issue.

And each time, the outcome proved the elder's foresight.

"Forget it, it's been so many years."

"If you could change, you would have already."

"At this point, there's no need to change anymore... Come, let's proceed to the next step."

Shaking his head slowly, the elder only felt his body starting to tremble.

The power of time is not something mortals can pry into. Without truly undergoing the sublimation process from nothingness to something on their own, they cannot be exempted from the reverse flow of time.

In less than a second of external time, he not only exhausted the vitality restored by the last 'Star Blood' potion but also used up what little lifespan he had left... Thankfully, a turning point was soon to come.

"Erwin, go."

"Although you are still young, you should also have begun to feel the urgency of life."

"While preparing for the next ritual, you might as well taste the flavor of the 'Fountain of Youth.'

"After all, myths record that the golden chalice of the Goddess of Life holds Divine Water, which can cure the sick and rejuvenate the elderly."

"Yes, teacher!"

This time, there was finally a hint of joy and longing in the middle-aged man's tone.

With the hunt successful, it was time for him to enjoy the fruits.

With a flash of his figure, he arrived at the pitch-black space still enveloped in a fractured space, carefully smoothing the spatial fluctuations nearby, afraid of causing any unintended consequences.

The Eleven Rings Great Sorcery·Destruction Singularity carried multiple top-level casting techniques added by the elder during the process, ultimately combined in a clever way without causing any repulsion.

Faintly, its power had already surpassed a certain limit. In essence, the previous Ten Rings Sorcery·Great Space Lock was not meant to restrain the Goddess of Youth but to pacify the spatial disturbances caused by the Destruction Singularity, preventing too much attention.

As for restraining the Goddess of Youth? That was wishful thinking.

If she had lost her Divine Power Shield and all her resistance, the elder wouldn't need to restrain her.

Conversely, if she could still use her divine power to resist... the Ten Rings Sorcery wouldn't be able to stop her from leaving.

Soon, with the release of sorceries to pacify the space, the sorcery that consumed most of its power on the deity finally calmed down a bit.

Carefully guiding the sorcery, soon, a tattered corner of a skirt emerged before Erwin.

"Huh?"

Momentarily stunned, it wasn't until he completely drew Hebe out that the middle-aged man realized.

The divine body, which should have been torn to pieces by the twisted space, was remarkably intact, showing no signs of damage.

Moreover, the pale green dress on the Goddess of Youth, made from some unknown plant fiber and already tattered, was restoring at a visible speed.

Apart from the copious divine blood spilled around, the middle-aged man could hardly tell that this was a deity who had suffered severe injuries.

"Is this 'Youth'? Even plants made into clothes are influenced, let alone beings like me who are truly human..."

With a heart pounding vigorously, he resisted the urge to swallow the spilled divine blood.

The middle-aged man knew that unprocessed divine blood couldn't be used. He merely summoned a magic rope to bind the former, then took the legendary golden chalice from her hand.

This was the true Fountain of Youth, capable of granting one the ability to turn back time on their age.

At this moment, the golden chalice still had a small amount of remaining azure liquid. The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then tipped a drop into his mouth.

Instantly, an unparalleled wonderful sensation surged within his body, spreading through his veins to his limbs and bones.

In a trance, it felt as though his soul had become lighter.

Touching the corner of his eye, the middle-aged man realized he could no longer find the fine wrinkles there.

"... Teacher, this is the Goddess of Youth and her golden chalice."

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the inner longing.

The middle-aged man returned before the elder, respectfully indicating.

"Very good, very good..."

Taking the golden chalice with trembling hands due to weakness, the elder scrutinized it repeatedly for a long time.

Even though the Goddess of Life was not actively activating it, the water inside was hardly able to continue regenerating. But what remained was still enough to restore his youth more than once.

After a moment of silence, the elder handed the golden chalice back to his student.

"Go, reclaim my lost years."

"Yes, teacher."

Nodding solemnly, the middle-aged man turned around and looked at Nafplio, now a dead city.

Blood energy and vitality had long faded in the sacrifice, only shriveled corpses filled the streets.

Above the old ritual hovered a mass emitting faint golden light — the essence refined from the bodies of all the demigods.

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