Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Thus Medea, with divine blood, had to spend millennia erasing the lingering will in her bloodline bit by bit; whereas the old man without divine blood, even if he used external forces to extract and eliminate the influence of the God of the Stars on his divinity, the foreign nature of this power naturally repelled him when he ascended to demigod status.

In the end, not only did it not extend his life, but it became a heavy burden that oppressed his flesh and soul.

By now, the old man had completed his bodily transformation, but the influence of the God of the Stars' divinity had become even more severe due to his wounded soul.

Fortunately, all of this was expected… Forcing himself to stay strong, the old man's nearly shattered soul was very calm beneath his handsome and perfect body.

Since the power of the mortal realm cannot remove this influence, then why not I become a god?

Even if it's momentarily falsehood, it would be enough to erase Astraeus' remnants within me.

Taking a step forward, looking into the vacant eyes of the Youth Goddess, the old man took the golden cup from her hand.

Clear, light-red liquid swirled in the cup, its rich aroma intoxicating.

According to mortal legends, on the majestic Mount Olympus, the Youth Goddess Hebe was the daughter of the Heavenly Empress and the Divine King, and she was the priest who poured nectar for the gods at banquets.

Only the most noble deities were qualified to enjoy the nectar flowing from the divine golden cup, but now, he accepted it as a mere mortal.

On the earth, the second ritual of life creation was still in operation. As a new life, aside from Erwin who presided over the ritual, the Youth Goddess Hebe was the first being he saw, and she granted the old man the identity of a 'deity.'

This was the complete content of the [Ritual: Life Refining: The False God], and also the old man's most perfect masterpiece to date.

In an instant, as the nectar entered his body, the false identity generated part of the real power under the effect of the ritual and the divine artifact.

And in the old man's soul, strands of starlight were completely removed at the same time, with the previous damage caused by the [Destruction Demon Sword] also being repaired.

Rejuvenation, rebirth... Without the influence of divinity, the nectar from the golden cup of youth revived the decayed soul without further concern of intertwining with the power of the God of the Stars.

And in this process, there was almost no hindrance, as the old man extracted his divine essence from his body with the identity of a demigod.

This was not difficult, at least not for him.

And unlike before, the divine essence he extracted at this moment was no longer influenced by the deity's will.

Due to the bloodline mixed with countless divine blood reaching a balance amid internal conflicts, even the power of the 'false god' refined the divine essence further, bringing it to a relatively perfect state.

At this moment, the old man knew that as a wizard, he was only a step away from truly and completely generating his own divinity.

If he could define the path to ascension and form a preliminary complete framework, connecting it with his pure divine essence and ultimately letting it be imbued with his 'color,' he would become a near-god in the true sense, and even develop the twelve-ring great witchcraft based on his 'path,' becoming invincible in the mortal realm.

However, this step, he could not yet achieve.

"The path to ascension… I still do not have the confidence."

"But reaching this point is already enough."

Feeling the vitality of his new body, the old man was satisfied.

"With sufficient life, I will walk the rest of the path myself."

"I can live for at least ten thousand years now."

Unable to cross the final step, after all, spellcasters are different from war professionals; their principles and methods of generating divinity naturally differ.

So, facing this situation, the old man accepted it with pleasure.

And with Hermes leading the way, having rid himself of old influences, this last step should not be a problem...

"I should leave."

"But before that, I have to handle the conclusion of this matter... and give the successors a proper 'explanation.'

Looking down at the city below, the old man glanced at his student beside him, then gently slid his finger.

Nafplio had three rituals, one sacrificed to the gods, one to himself.

Now, it's time for the third.