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"How am I supposed to reach this so-called 'Samsara'?"
Heracles, after silently chanting in his heart and under his fervent prayer, saw the original traces on the [Purgatory Book] fade away.
The great hero casually flipped to the next page and what presented before his eyes were two completely different images.
One picture depicted a figure climbing a mountain.
Almost without needing to discern, Heracles recognized that it was himself.
A few lines of text appeared beside it, and once again, the great hero 'understood' their aning.
"The first path, follow the ridges of Mount Sinai, climbing step by step from the very bottom."
"The Spirit Realm is everywhere, its surface a reflection of the material world."
"The Sinai that pierces through the Spirit Realm is the center of its existence."
"By setting foot on the first layer of the Spirit Realm, you step onto the foot of Mount Sinai."
"Proceed along the correct path, pass through the portals between the fourth and third layers of the Spirit Realm, and you will reach the land of Samsara."
"However, the fourth layer of the Spirit Realm has now lost contact with the layers above and below, making entry from this path as difficult as ascending to heaven."
There was no specific thod, obviously, this picture seed more like an index, a prelude.
Thus, without rushing to continue with the rest, the great hero shifted his attention to the other image.
On this picture, there was nothing but a winding river.
Countless points of light twinkled within, and in a glimpse, it seed like billions of souls, wailing loudly as they rushed past in the unrelenting flow they couldn't bear to rember.
"The second path, head inside the Underworld, travel upstream along the River of Oblivion."
"The souls of the mortal world, before being cast into the Well of Reincarnation, have their mories cleansed by the waters of the River of Oblivion."
"Flowing with the rising river, avoiding all patrols along the way, you can directly reach the inside of the fourth layer of the Spirit Realm."
"This path has a chance of success, but you need the ability to reach that place and evade the might of the River of Oblivion."
"Only if you can do this will you possibly reach the end."
Compared to the forr, Heracles undoubtedly found this latter thod more plausible.
However, for so reason, the great hero had a mysterious intuition that no matter what he chose at the mont, he would ultimately have to traverse the 'correct' path through the Spirit Realm.
Since he was undecided, why not take a look at both... Heracles was about to do so, but suddenly, the Forethinker signaled him to stop.
"Don't rush... child, I know you may have seen sothing, but in addition to being vigilant, I need to tell you what I've learned about this book in recent years."
"It can answer your questions, but in a short ti, it can always answer only one of the questions you most want to know—of course, this doesn't an it has no use at other tis."
"Besides this question, if you want to gain any other information, you must read it yourself, trying to absorb the vast knowledge within."
"I don't know exactly how much content it contains, but it's definitely beyond your imagination."
"So make sure to grasp what you really want, don't waste the opportunity it provides."
"I understand."
Taking a deep breath, Heracles had not expected the [Purgatory Book] to have such a stipulation.
He then steadied his spirits and silently chose the second path.
Although he didn't know if he would ever take the first path in the future, at least for now, the great hero preferred an answer with a higher probability.
Having made his decision, the next mont, the page in Heracles' hand displayed only one of the split images, and an extra vial appeared above the remaining one.
As the hero gazed at it, the empty vial gradually filled with a liquid.
And as the liquid rose, Heracles' mind was also filled with corresponding knowledge.
This was a special elixir, able to avoid the erosion and perception of the waters of the River of Oblivion.
Once he created it, it was as if the gates of the Spirit Realm had already opened for the great hero.
"But these ingredients..."
With a look of hesitation, Heracles' brow furrowed slightly.
The other ingredients were manageable, but the main ingredient was not so common.
Or rather, its very existence was but a legend.
"Your Highness Protheus, have you ever heard of the Golden Apple?"
"Hmm?"
With a slight start, the Forethinking God nodded imdiately.
"I know, I have seen it too, why do you ask?"
"I want to know where the Golden Apple can be found, or at least sothing that has been touched by its strength."
"That is..."
After so contemplation, undoubtedly, Heracles' question must relate to that book.
The Golden Apple, if it was in the past, had to do with Mother Earth.
But now, it should belong to the Divine Court.
So, was this enticing him to oppose the Divine Court?
He didn't know if that was the case, perhaps it was his own overthinking.
However, after careful deliberation, Protheus gave a roundabout answer.
"True Golden Apples, you might find them hard to co by. But rely sothing impregnated with its strength, I still know of."
"It is said that when the Divine King wed the Heavenly Empress, Zeus gave Hera a branch of the Golden Apple Tree."
"That was sothing that fell into his hands at the end of the Second Epoch, and the Heavenly Empress ultimately planted it, turning it into a small orchard."
"Nowadays, it's located on an island above the Western Sea, to the west of the mainland."
"The fruits it bears should be able to et your needs."
Nodding, the great hero breathed a sigh of relief.
True Golden Apples were difficult to acquire, but this was manageable.
His goal now finally had an outco, and Heracles felt considerably lighter in spirits.
Upon his return, he already knew what to do.
However...
"Your Highness Protheus, do you know about the God of West Wind?"
By rights, the other party still had a so-called 'trial' to impose on him.
Even though Heracles now hardly wished to complete the trial, he still planned to clarify this matter with the other party.
Though Zeus' image had lately plumted in his heart, whenever he thought that the other might be his father, the great hero's emotions grew complex again.
Fortunately, he didn't need to deal with the Divine King, and at his side, there was a deity who even knew the details of these matters.
"Do you an Zephyrus?"
With a slight movent in his pale face, Protheus wondered why the other would ask about the God of West Wind.
Nevertheless, since Heracles asked, there was nothing that couldn't be said about Zephyrus.
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"Achoo—"
At the sa ti, just as Heracles was about to begin his return journey.
Around Silver Moon City, with its beak agape, Zephyrus sneezed involuntarily.
Strange, what sort of feeling was this?
Hmm... Could it be due to the recent detection causing so depletion in his body?
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