Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

As for the above content, it appears to have many clauses, but the core is concise and to the point.

"Cooperate in hunting deities."

"Share experimental results."

"Monitor prisoners together."

"Ultimately... explore the secrets of immortality."

"What a free, equal, and exploratory profession, wouldn't you say, Chiron."

Unmoved by the collapse of Mount Tai or the rise of deer, the Archbishop looked calmly at the copy of the devil contract, with names signed one by one, and spoke lightly:

"Unfortunately, Silver Moon City does not accommodate such equality... So now, mobilize the Magic Net, trace the spatial marks here—don't tell me you can't do that."

"And from this moment, revoke the Clock Tower's control over the Mystery Lock. If anything similar happens in Silver Moon City from now on, then you, Chiron, are their accomplice."

Without a reply, the centaur beside him silently complied.

As he further invoked the powers of the Mystery Lock, although destruction was far simpler than annihilation, in the nearby void, a portal with a silver glow began to materialize, slowly returning to its original state.

Watching this scene, several divine messages were sent out by the young man. He stepped through the Space Gate after the divine glows flashed over his body, having made all preparations.

"This is what a wizard is... perhaps she was right, the church has indeed been too lenient."

"Although it's likely too late, I still must see it for myself."

"Without the protection of the Mystery Lock, without the power to resist the shadow of the Book of Ages... which Tower Master is really the mastermind behind all this."

"Chiron, what do you think?"

Despite his words, the seemingly young Archbishop had already prepared for a fruitless return. Since the other party had come this far, they must have thought of their escape route.

But whatever path one treads, it will leave traces.

Even means to evade pursuit inherently leave clues.

Moreover, if the opponent's methods are not so effective... he will just bring them back and judge their crimes before the Master.

...

Nauplion, well-preserved yet deathly still within the city-state.

Runes densely covered the void.

Under the manipulation of the middle-aged wizard, rare materials ascended into the sky one by one.

They twisted, deformed, fused, and sublimated under the power of the ritual, ultimately becoming a mysterious substance.

The blood essence of many demigods floated beneath a golden cup, the impurities driven away and the essence restored to its prime by drops of the Fountain of Youth.

Gradually, as time passed, a naked humanoid form began to take shape... young, robust, strong, and perfect.

Vigorous life force emanated, causing seeds to sprout and withered trees to bud.

The toppled goblet was set upright again, the last mouthful of the Fountain of Youth rippling at the bottom.

The remaining divine blood essence fell into the cup, dyeing the light blue divine water red, a rich fragrance spreading from it.

The unconscious Goddess of Youth lay faint beside it, holding her Divine Artifact in hand under an invisible force.

Watching from afar, the old man clutched his chest.

Feeling his own weakening life, he issued his final command to his student.

"Come, Erwin, it's time."

"Life and death will be exchanged here... this is the greatest miracle of mortals this century."

"Yes, teacher."

Understanding what he had to do next, the middle-aged man stepped before the old man.

After a brief hesitation, he drew a long sword burning with black flames and engraved with intricate patterns from the void.

[Nine-Ring Sorcery·Destruction Demon Sword]!

The old man spread his arms, welcoming the blade.

With no hesitation, Erwin thrust the sorcery-forged sword through the old man's chest.

The sorcery mimicking destruction and death instantly terminated the old man's physical life force, severely damaging even his soul.

However, the ritual was not yet complete... so the ritual track built upon the first sacrificial rite treated his death as a sacrifice, paving the way for the birth of new life.

After a moment of darkness, when he felt the outside world again, the old man's fragmented soul had already awakened in the new body.

As he opened his eyes, his heart began to pound violently.

The long-lost vigor and strength surged through his veins, the old man tried to speak, but at that moment, a wave of intense dizziness hit him.

He knew why—this was the pressure of clustered divinity... even though the Destruction Demon Sword had shattered his body and severely damaged his spirit, as long as his soul was not completely annihilated, this connection could never be severed by mortal power.

"The divinity of the Star Cluster... it indeed remains."

Unsurprised, the old man understood that this was the wizard's fate.

Even at the same level, wizards possess far greater strength than war professionals, but the price is a much more difficult path to ascend.

In the eyes of human demigod legends, refining divine blood and extracting divinity is the biggest obstacle to becoming a demigod. Even Medea, who mastered it five hundred years ago, refrained from acting.

Because unlike war professionals, the independence of a wizard's spirit and will is a precondition for ascension, and the divinity extracted from their own divine blood inevitably carries the influence of their bloodline origin...