Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

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At this moment, it wasn't just a matter of the contract; Asmodeus even received more inspiration.

The Leonnor Spring could rely on the power of "purification" to accelerate the transformation of life from foreign realms, but the world itself could also do it, albeit requiring more time. Life born in one world inherently contains an extremely faint force, and if they die in another world, there's no doubt that it's a subtle form of weakening.

One or two are insignificant, but thousands are quite substantial. When Moya awakens, the Nine Hells' direct theft of Abyssal powers will cease; then this method may become another way to strengthen oneself using the Abyss.

"Perhaps the war between the two realms should continue indefinitely. As long as the victor is always me, that would be fine,"

Asmodeus mused to himself but didn't say it out loud; he turned and left. Seeing this, Laine smiled and dispersed his form, returning his consciousness to the body of the Ouroboros.

The vast atrium fell quiet again, with only the water of the Leonnor Spring still flowing.

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In the Eastern Region by the sea,

Thunder flashed across the sky, heralding rolls of resonant thunder—the sign of the Divine King's travels. Without taking anyone with him and following the sensation from earlier, Zeus made his way swiftly. Exclusive content from m,v lem|p,yr

As the sun set and then rose, when the border between land and coast gradually came into view, the Divine King finally saw a vast lake. Unsurprisingly, divine birth had taken place here.

Not much time had passed; the air was still filled with the lingering essence of when two deities were born, attracting many birds to gather. They lingered, greedily inhaling this power that could change their fate, wishing to sublimate the essence of their lives to obtain longer life spans and greater strength.

Yet, fortune and calamity often accompany each other. Before the birds could realize what was happening, with the flash of a silver serpent, they turned to ashes. This was not an intentional act by Zeus; the thunder that spontaneously surrounded the Divine King did not avoid these mortal creatures. A mere accidental touch turned them to dust.

Descending to the ground, Zeus paid no attention to the lives bold enough to obstruct the Divine King's path. He was only interested in the one presence worth his attention. By the spacious lakeside, on a towering tree, a figure in a blue gown, unfamiliar yet familiar, sat on a branch, gently swinging her legs.

Gazing at her profile, that tranquil and detached demeanor even made Zeus lost in thought for a moment. However, the next moment, when this unknown young girl turned around due to the Divine King's arrival, Zeus suddenly realized her identity.

"Hecate, is it you?"

Surprised, in the impression of the Divine King, this impressive goddess did not look like this. Compared to her previous liveliness and unruliness, this blue-gowned goddess who seemed slightly older, although just reached adulthood, had a calm like the ocean, vastly different from her youthful days in a red gown.

However, though one's appearance and demeanor can deceive, godhood cannot. In Zeus's perception, the girl in the blue gown was the embodiment of the Magic Net. The network spanning the world pulsed with her breath, and the silver fire invisible to commoners, like silver star spots, adorned her gown, bringing glory to its mistress.

Moreover, compared to her other self, it seemed like this Hecate and the Magic Net were even more deeply entwined. On her, Zeus even saw a hint of true Ancient God traits. They not only possessed godhood but were also a manifest symbol of it.

Just as The Sky is Uranus himself and the Earth is Gaia, the connection between the Magic Net and the blue-gowned girl was extraordinarily close. By contrast, the red-gowned Hecate seemed more like a user, not the true embodiment of the Magic Net.

"It's me. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

In the face of the Divine King's bewilderment, the girl in the blue gown responded with a gentle smile. On the other side, Zeus calmed his somewhat restless heart.

It wasn't just the appearance that was different; it seemed her personality was also quite distinct. At this moment, the Divine King couldn't help but think of a special rumor that circulated among the gods.

"Tri-phased Incarnation, I didn't expect you to possess such a talent!"

He said gravely; Zeus had indeed not anticipated that Hecate had such a gift.

The formation of a Tri-phased Incarnation required natural birth; it was extremely difficult to have it otherwise. It needed ability, a certain potential, and a unique opportunity. Without this chance, even the Primordial Gods could not obtain this miraculous trait; with the opportunity but lacking the ability, it would still be missed.

Like the Three Graces, or originally, The Three Fates of destiny. If they could be born in the form of one god instead of three, then they would be natural Tri-phased Deities, possessing much more powerful strength. But due to their lack of potential, this situation ultimately did not occur.

With a slight smile, the girl in the blue gown didn't respond to Zeus's comment. Her third incarnation was still far from formed, and even she herself was unclear about what could bring it about.

"...Hecate, you must know why I am here. Where are my newly born children?"

Returning from his surprise, Zeus also remembered the purpose of his visit. His aura became sharp, and facing his questioning, the girl in the blue gown did not explain but simply waved her hand.

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