Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 913 - 371: Secret Chamber

Chapter 913 -371: Secret Chamber

Whoosh——

With a single breath, Zephyrus flew a long distance, still glancing back in the process.

It was somewhat unexpected that the woman did not catch up even after he was out of sight.

The human, who had no sense of distance, simply made a ‘knocking’ gesture towards him and then let him leave freely.

For a moment, Zephyrus felt oddly unaccustomed to this freedom.

What was this situation? Could it be that his threat had worked?

Perhaps that was the case, as humans here seemed quite deterred by the Godhood Practitioners who swore justice before Deity.

But despite what he said, Zephyrus knew very well that he wouldn’t really seek help from the Judges like the locals here.

Jokingly, although mortals misunderstood him a lot, most of the Olympian Gods pretended to be unaware.

But as the God of West Wind who had lived long enough, how could he not be aware of what this place was?

Here, to Zephyrus, the Godhood Practitioner was actually the most daunting presence.

“Hmmm… But then again.”

“I’ve found an opportunity to leave, but where should I go now…”

Landing casually on a building, he finally gained the freedom to move around the city, but Zephyrus felt a bit lost for a while.

Initially, he was here to look for Heracles, but now, even he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do.

Seriously speaking, life here wasn’t too bad either… Shaking his head, as soon as the thought rose, Zephyrus quickly dismissed it.

It’s easy to switch from frugality to luxury, but hard the other way around.

Having lived so long, how could he forget what this world was like.

In the entire Chaos, he is one of the few Deities who had seen all the great ones.

Even the mysterious Mother Night, Zephyrus had once spied on in secret.

The more he saw, the more he realized his own insignificance.

Still burdened with an order from the God-King, how could he stop here.

“Sigh…”

He exhaled lightly, a rare serious expression appearing on the face of the gray-feathered sparrow.

“… Heracles, we’ve been apart for too long.”

“Although I don’t know what you are doing here, it’s time for you to come back.”

“Let me see where you are now… and then guide you back to the right path.”

Once again ensuring no one was following him, Zephyrus focused to sense his surroundings.

Using the mark he had left earlier, he tried to calculate his current position.

Perhaps because of Silver Moon City’s Mystery Lock fluctuated with the heavenly bodies like the tides, after sensing for a long time, Zephyrus felt that something was a bit off about this direction.

“This location… how did he get there?”

Clueless, Zephyrus naturally didn’t know much about the city, as he hadn’t had the chance to move freely before.

But even just from the occasional bits of conversation, the God of West Wind had roughly sketched out a map in his mind.

Aside from a few key landmarks, he had remembered most of the areas where the indigenous people and Outsiders moved because that was also one of his best routes for leaving Silver Moon City.

If he were to be discovered by accident, the Humans here would need to consider whether it was wise to anger a Deity in the most crowded places.

But at this moment, sensing the location of the mark, Zephyrus was somewhat puzzled.

From the direction, that place was not where most people frequented, nor was there anything special there.

It was just an unfinished city sector that reportedly had a history of hundreds of years.

According to the records of the humans here, they had once thought of expanding on the base of Silver Moon City itself before deciding to venture to the outside world.

However, due to various factors, this expansion was ultimately canceled, and the uncompleted city area was left abandoned.

If one had to say what was there, then it would probably just be a long-abandoned Temple.

Of course, since it had never been used from the beginning, it might not be quite right to call it abandoned.

“… That kind of place… what was he going there for?”

The God of West Wind didn’t know the answer, but since it wasn’t a forbidden land, he decided to go check it out.

For the locals, that was a forbidden wasteland.

But for him, as long as he didn’t cause any disturbance, there was no difference where he went.

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Flap flap…

Controlling his flying height, he headed north.

Carefully avoiding various alchemy equipment, Zephyrus’s speed wasn’t very fast.

As an Outsider with no significant standing, his previous whereabouts were not in a central area.

So flying along the way, the God of West Wind encountered no trouble.

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The Sun slowly moved across the sky, and shadows on the ground rotated accordingly.

Following the guidance of the mark, Zephyrus navigated through the buildings.

Crossing a river in the city, the gray sparrow flew into the abandoned city sector.

It seemed that no one had been here for a long time as there was a thin layer of dust on the ground.

However, the deeper inside he went, the more hesitant the God of West Wind’s expression became.

Because construction had never officially started, most of the buildings here were never built up; only the initially designated Temple stood out like a crane among chickens in the center, easily visible at a glance.

Yet from Zephyrus’s perception, the direction his mark was guiding seemed to be right there… As he got closer, however, the guidance started to tilt downward.

Similar to a compass, when it is far away, it only shows the cardinal directions.

Only when you get close do you start using it to distinguish between higher and lower horizontal positions.

The mark of the God of West Wind was just like that, and the final guided location was actually below the abandoned Temple.

“…”

“What does this mean, an abandoned Temple… Perhaps this place actually hides some secrets of Silver Moon City, and Heracles discovered it, hence being imprisoned by the people here…”

Flap flap…

With a heavy look, an invisible wind circled around Zephyrus, informing him of the situation inside the Temple.

However, there was nothing there; beneath its grand and dignified appearance was just an empty shell.

There were no statues, no Godhood Practitioners, and not even the expected guards or secret passages.

No matter how one looked at it, this was a building that had never been put to use.

Hovering in the air for two circles, Zephyrus felt hesitant in his heart.

If it were not for Heracles, he had no desire to explore any secrets.

But as the Son of the God-King carries some thoughts of Zeus, as a Deity of Olympus, no matter what, the God of West Wind must safely escort him out of this city.

Swoosh—

Flying into the Temple, Zephyrus observed carefully.

In his perception, this place appeared so ordinary.

The floor was solid, and the surrounding walls had no interlayers… His gaze sharpening, following the sensation of a mark, the wings of the gray sparrow became as hard as Divine Iron and then fiercely slashed downwards.

The next moment, the floor, which seemed without any issues, was torn apart on the spot.

And just below it, a dark hole was revealed.

Whoosh—

Divine Light flickered, having arrived here, Zephyrus no longer masked his presence.

The sparrow’s appearance began to distort and transform, and after a few moments, a human figure appeared inside the spacious temple hall.

Having reverted to his original form, the God of West Wind leaped down towards the entrance of the hole.

“Huh…”

“This floor, is it the technology of Humans.”

“Just like the transformation of a Deity, even though it’s right in front of me, I cannot discern its authenticity.”

“But it doesn’t matter anymore… They placed this location in such a secluded area, and didn’t even install any surveillance devices… What exactly are they trying to do…”

“And Heracles…”

Bang—

After falling for a while, Zephyrus’s feet once again touched the ground.

The entire way down was unobstructed, which was to be expected.

The more ordinary something is, the better it is concealed.

If there were indeed any traps containing power set underground, Zephyrus would have detected them.

But the real arrangement here seems to not be meant for defense, but for concealment.

If it weren’t for his own mark as a guide, perhaps no one could find the abnormalities beneath.

Step, step—

Ssss—

Surrounded by darkness, yet it didn’t affect the God of West Wind’s vision.

Surveying his surroundings, at this moment, Zephyrus found himself in a long stone corridor.

The place he landed was the starting point; the end was still unknown.

Stepping forward, as if receiving some signal, a series of candle flames along the corridor lit up one after another.

Each bronze lamp full of patterns, light gold oil turned into fuel for burning.

The smell of burning in the air did not have the foul stench of ordinary animal fats but instead carried a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Taking big strides forward, Zephyrus continued along the corridor.

Although he himself hadn’t expected to discover such a thing, now that he was here, there was no possibility of turning back.

Step, step…

From the moment he broke through the ground above, an invisible air current had been muffle all pathways of sound transmission.

Whatever was inside, for them, it was impossible to hear Zephyrus entering.

Once again turning himself into an invisible stream of air, the God of West Wind once more used one of his best tricks.

It’s also why many of his deeds remain unknown… otherwise, Zephyrus felt, he would eventually become a Deity managed by Chaos, specializing in hiding and disguising.

“The location indicated by the mark is probably here.”

“Heracles… what exactly are you doing here—”

“—What is this?”

“How is this possible?!!”

Not knowing how long he had walked, at some point, the invisible air current rounded a bend.

It seemed to be the end of the corridor, and as he turned this corner, Zephyrus’s vision suddenly widened.

A massive underground space, big enough to fit half of an outside City-State, and the exit of the corridor was just right in midair.

To have such a space beneath an abandoned temple was in itself enough to shock.

However, the God of West Wind had anticipated this, and even though he was surprised, his reaction wasn’t overly dramatic.

“This…”

A pit for a thousand people, or ten thousand people?

Zephyrus didn’t know.

Within this vast space, countless white bones were piled below, divided into blocks by patches of soil.

Thick bone dust settled below, adding a touch of chill to this place.

But what truly made the God of West Wind unable to restrain his emotions was the location of his mark.

Right in a pit made up of countless white bones, attached to its master, it seemed to be one of the skeletons… For a moment, Zephyrus thought Heracles had died.

But the feeling of anger was fleeting, and he quickly realized.

That was not Heracles, there was no trace of the Blood of God King on that skeleton, it was a problem with his own mark…

Buzz—

“Who!”

Seemingly due to the emotional turbulence just now, which caused a leak of his aura, Zephyrus realized there were others here.

Looking up abruptly, he gazed towards the center of this space.

Candlelight as bright as day, white bones like mounds…

Surprised once again, at the center of this space was not a Human, but rather a