Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

The issue of longevity was finally resolved, and deities were successfully captured, seeming as if all were joyous.

However, the old man was well aware that many troubles awaited him after doing all this.

A single Youth Goddess Hebe might attract the attention of the Divine King; moreover, the experiments of the God of the Stars on flesh, memory, and even the essence of the soul. Compared to these, connections with the Lower Realm were insignificant. A single Youth Goddess Hebe might attract the attention of the Divine King; moreover, the experiments of the God of the Stars on flesh,

The issue of longevity was finally resolved, and deities were successfully captured, seeming as if all were joyous.

However, the old man was well aware that many troubles awaited him after doing all this.

A single Youth Goddess Hebe might attract the attention of the Divine King; moreover, the experiments of the God of the Stars on flesh, memory, and even the essence of the soul. Compared to these, connections with the Lower Realm were insignificant.

He had not considered finding himself a backing, but this idea was quickly dismissed.

Because he knew that no force would believe in his loyalty once they knew what he had truly done.

Even Hell, which trusted in contracts the most, the old man only made a deal with some of their kind to exchange for a contract that 'sold his soul' in an alternative way.

If he failed today, he would decisively end his own life, not giving anyone the chance to judge him, but instead let the demons fulfill the contract, and actively take away his soul.

Though dealing with demons was indeed brain-draining, and despite the chaos of demons being even more incompatible with wizards, he would have no choice at that moment.

Fortunately, he finally succeeded, and that contract became his opportunity for future exploration of the Abyss, rather than a one-way ticket with no return.

As for venturing in himself now? He better not.

The chaos of Tartarus might serve as a reference, but it would never pave a proper path for Ascension, unless he intended to abandon wisdom and tread the path of the Abyssal Demon Lord.

On this basis, even if the old man wanted to conduct a sacrificial ceremony directed at Hell or the Abyss, pushing all this onto them would be of no use.

Because unless the Hell Master or the Abyss Will personally responded to him, ordinary demons and Demon Gods, despite being able to block the divine arts of the archbishop of the church from peeping into the past, would definitely not be able to ward off the projection of Divine Artifacts summoned by angels or the King of All Gods from Mount Olympus.

So, if he wished to erase the traces he left here and the methods for those who came after to track him, he was left with only one solution.

Offering a sacrifice to an existence strong enough, who would not look down upon the pitiful offerings he prepared, and willing to take time out of their busy schedule to meet him...

"Such an existence can be found, but the problem is that even if found, I don't wish to confront them…"

Sighing lightly, the old man who was no longer senile beckoned his apprentice to come closer.

"Teacher? Have you succeeded?"

With a hint of joy and desire, Erwin stepped forward.

The old man had once promised that after him, Erwin would be the next wizard with the opportunity to tread this path.

After all, even among several senior and junior brothers, only he remained loyal to the teacher, never defying.

Though part of this was due to his insufficient ability to act independently, it was the deeds that mattered. In terms of loyalty, no one in the world was perfect.

He had carried out every task entrusted by the teacher excellently, and that was enough.

And seemingly as he thought, the old man slowly nodded.

"Yes, Erwin. I succeeded, and as I promised you before, as long as you handle the tasks I assign, you will be the next me."

"—Thank you, teacher!"

Unable to conceal his excitement, as the actual host of the ceremony, no one understood the old man's current state better than Erwin.

The perfect demigod, whether in body or other aspects, if one could find a real and feasible 'path,' then the purest divine nature and the gate to Ascension would open for him.

Strictly speaking, the old man couldn't truly generate divine nature only because he was a wizard.

After all, Spellcasters and War Professionals inherently differ fundamentally.

War Professionals don't need to directly find their path to Ascension to generate divine nature.

If they wish for their divine nature to be akin to a True God, possessing indelible will and influence, a naturally existent shortcut is directly merging it with the will that has condensed and sublimated to the extreme.

This fusion is not restricted by time or place. Whether fierce battles, deep-seated hatred, or grand ideals and visions, all could be stimuli for will sublimation.

Because the path for War Professionals lies within themselves, whatever their future path to Ascension, the core that supports them to become demigods inevitably involves their will and belief, an indispensable part of them.

Under such circumstances, however the future path unfolds, the divine nature formed by the sublimation of their own will would never conflict with it... So in this step, War Professionals have an undeniable advantage.

On the contrary, Spellcasters are different.

Condensed and sublimated to the extreme, will and belief can be regarded as the first step to Ascension for War Professionals, one of their essential prerequisites.