Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

"Cough, cough... I didn't expect Poseidon's disappearance would cause such an impact... But let's leave it at that."

"If it's only to this extent, I'm afraid it can't harm my 'qi'."

Taking a deep breath, the bald wizard stood up straight.

His research had two parts: the pure heart itself, and the combination of heart and life.

And 'qi' was the name he gave to the latter, also the final gift he gave to the old man.

...

"It's about to begin."

Thousands of miles away, ahead in the direction Ares had been pursuing.

Waiting early here, the true creator of the was prepared to support the white-haired old woman while somewhat anticipating seeing his masterpiece truly manifested in the world.

Few knew that despite being its creator, he had never personally used the full might of this Law Wonder.

The reason was that it harmed both the enemy and himself.

To enemies, it was a large-scale weapon of mass destruction.

To himself, while it no longer had such a wide range of damage, even its insignificant backlash was enough to severely injure the body of a Legendary Warrior when concentrated on one person.

Especially now, its power had grown stronger with Poseidon's disappearance, and naturally, the backlash had also increased.

Yet, as a rule-level Law Wonder, even as its creator, he couldn't block these rule-based attacks.

No choice, the wizard's physical strength was hardly strong.

Even if they could reasonably enhance it through some means, considering the mutual influence of spirit and body, they dared not overdo it.

Thus, from the day the was created, it was destined that only one person could use it.

That was a bizarre wizard who possessed perception beyond a Legendary Wizard and physical resistance above a Legendary Warrior, the bald man who never knew what he was mumbling about day after day.

Whenever he thought of this, the shadow under the black hood felt a bit awkward.

Could it be that guy's theory really had some merit, that the power of the heart indeed represented the soul itself more than spiritual power?

"Who knows... Such a bizarre logic."

Slightly shaking his head, the Grand Sorceress found it difficult to judge.

According to that bald guy, War Professionals trained their bodies, but within their bodies, they could also form life energy, known as blood energy; thus, Spellcasters meditated to enhance their spirit, and there should be corresponding heart energy in the soul, which he called spiritual energy.

Furthermore, compared to the external shell, he believed blood energy was closer to life itself; just as compared to spiritual power, he thought spiritual energy was closer to life itself.

It seemed reasonable, but the Grand Sorceress knew the bald guy himself never dared to try condensing the so-called 'spiritual energy.'

Because in his theory, the essence of the heart was indifferent to chaos and order, which was an expression of the fundamental power of spirituality.

It could exist in a chaotic form or in an orderly form... so that guy felt fear.

After all, besides personally trying it, no one knew what would happen when condensing this so-called 'spiritual energy.' Perhaps it could directly reverse his own perception, purely due to the overwhelming heart power.

So, to prove his results, the bald guy eventually combined the condensation of spiritual energy with his blood energy, not letting it exist separately in his soul.

In this way, a special thing was born, and a unique path for War Professionals also took shape.

No need for battles, no need to temper the body, this path only required meditating on oneself, making one's heart strong, and the energy combining blood energy and heart power would also grow stronger.

The bald wizard believed that War Professionals achieved this way might possess unimaginable mental resistance.

Even the pollution from same-level evil creatures couldn't erode their steadfast hearts.

"'Qi (ki)'... What a strange name."

"And stranger still, it could actually resist the backlash of the ..."

Muttering to himself, at this moment, Ares's figure had appeared within his sight range.

The long pursuit had made the War God feel tired again, but the four Titan Golems as huge as mountains were entangling him relentlessly, not giving him a chance to break free.

Annoyed and furious.

Ares waved the bronze spear in his hand, feeling a stifling frustration of unused force.

"Ants, go to hell!"

BOOM——

As the last short spear was thrown, once again 'almost' hitting the enemy.

At this point, the War God no longer wanted to fight; he wanted to return to his army to suppress the enemy overwhelmingly.

Gazing down with anger for a moment from the sky, Ares turned to leave.

But just at this instant, a sudden tremor came from the depths of the earth.

THUD——

"Huh?"

"What's happening?"

Face changing slightly, from the earth's rumble, Ares sensed a somewhat familiar force.

This seemed like... the power of Zeus' brother, the Sea Emperor Poseidon?

A bit bewildered, the War God was unsure.

Hadn't the Divine King already announced his fate? How could his power appear here?

But doubt lasted only a moment, for in the next second, with another tremor, under his Godhood perception, large segments of links began disappearing as if erased by something.