Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 922: Chapter 376: Seeing Through

His complexion a bit unsightly, Zephyrus gradually realized the crux of the problem while in flight.

He had gone through hardships and numerous twists and turns, and finally entered Silver Moon City.

However, when he finally had the time to search for Heracles, he discovered that his positioning device had entirely mislocated the place.

The world before him darkened; the God of West Wind was momentarily at a loss for words.

Damn it, what exactly had he come here for?

If Heracles hadn’t come to Silver Moon City at all, was he then also secretly guessing why the deity guiding him had suddenly disappeared without a trace?

“What a hassle… I have no idea where I should go to find—”

“Huh?!”

Frustrated, a grey sparrow landed on a ginkgo tree. Its wings flapped casually, knocking a leaf from the treetop.

The falling leaf drifted through the air and accurately landed on the head of a passerby.

Not paying heed to this minor incident, Zephyrus surveyed his surroundings and prepared to take off again.

However, the very moment he leapt, an inadvertent glance down caused the body of the God of West Wind to stiffen suddenly.

“?”

Plip—

Forgetting that he was flying with the body of a sparrow and not with his own strength, and the imposing aura inadvertently released by the other party during their brief eye contact, made the God of West Wind unable to react in time.

The aura was released and retracted in a flash, and although it was just a momentary pause, Zephyrus, who dared not use his own strength, still fell straight to the ground, landing right in front of the person beneath the tree.

The scene was a bit awkward, but at this very moment, the God of West Wind’s heart was filled with surprise.

After much search, little effort was needed; the one he sought turned up under his feet.

Overjoyed, Zephyrus couldn’t care less about the details; the sparrow he had transformed into quickly stood up and flew back up to the tree branch.

Having found the person made things easier. Although his entrance had been a bit awkward, luckily, the other party could not recognize his true appearance.

All he needed to do now was to follow him and leave together when he exited the city.

Finally able to relax, Zephyrus felt that today was indeed a day of double happiness.

He had thwarted human conspiracy and also found the person he was searching for.

Immersed in the unexpected joy, the God of West Wind concealed his form among the tree leaves.

Now, he could start preparing for the return trip.

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“This…”

“Lord Ande, did you just see that?”

To the north of Silver Moon City, in the second ring area of the outer city.

Under the tall ginkgo tree, the great hero reached up to remove the leaf that had fallen on his head.

Suppressing the urge to look upwards, Heracles refrained from speaking aloud.

Pretending as if nothing had happened, he inquired inwardly.

Easily entering Silver Moon City, the great hero who was visiting for the first time, had never seen a similar city.

Clothes, architecture, the crystal screens displaying images, a dazzling array of alchemy constructs.

Everything that met his eyes was an eye-opener for Heracles, and he became increasingly confident that he could find what he desired here.

Yet just after finding a temporary dwelling and coming out for some fresh air, he had encountered the scene before him.

On this tree, on this ordinary roadside, within this city that stood out from all countries on the continent, a deity had inexplicably fallen down, landing right in front of him.

Although he flew away immediately after, Heracles was still rather perplexed.

Ever since his return journey, the hero had pondered more than once about the whereabouts of the God of West Wind, and even doubted his intentions.

But he had never taken the power of deities lightly.

Yet the scene he had just witnessed was certainly out of the ordinary… luckily, he wasn’t the only observer.

On his person, Heracles had another entity he could communicate with.

“This…”

“…”

“Just a moment, let me think.”

The voice echoed in his mind; at this moment, in the pocket on the hero’s chest, the puppet holding a transparent crystal also looked somewhat speechless.

In fact, the sudden appearance of Zephyrus had also given it a start.

It thought it had been discovered, and that the other party was ambushing him.

He was just a moment away from being unable to resist taking action.

“…No, that’s not right.”

“…I see, I understand now—Heracles, that wasn’t an illusion; it was the effect of one of your spoils of war.”

After contemplating for a moment and recovering from the shock, the experienced God of Drama understood the situation.

Embracing the crystal as large as his own body, the puppet’s rigid face revealed a wry smile.

It was Zephyrus, the God of West Wind… He must have been in the state of altering his physical form just now.

His actual appearance just now must not have been human but something else.

After all, the bodies of True Gods are manifestations of both matter and energy, and their ‘true form’ certainly aligns more closely with their will, but that’s from the perspective of harnessing power.

When transforming into other appearances, purely from a material point of view, there are no obvious flaws.

If deities then restrain their divine power, ordinary means can no longer detect their transformations… But alas, since the sea adventure, Heracles has acquired ‘extraordinary’ means of observation.

Since ancient times in Chaos World, whether in the wilderness or the vast seas, there have often been many demons or monsters with their unique abnormal powers.

Starting from the ancient Titans, to the myriad sea monsters birthed by the Father of Monsters, and even the demons born later.