Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 813 - 303: Ignited Fire and Revelation

A night passed, and it wasn’t until the next morning that Aphrodite finally emerged from The Temple surrounded by molten fire, after Ares’s anxious wait.

Regardless of how she felt after hearing Hephaestus’s request, the Goddess of Beauty ultimately agreed to his terms.

The undying Achilles was not truly invincible, but the God of Craftsmanship was the fastest and most suitable helper she could think of at the moment.

As for a statue... let it stay, the cripple didn’t plan to exhibit his "perfect work of art" in his heart anyway.

Perhaps to deceive herself, Aphrodite made a request.

She vetoed the name closely associated with herself and asked Hephaestus to think of a new one.

The God of Craftsmanship readily agreed to this, for in his heart he also wanted to give his perfect creation a unique name.

So the two reached an agreement, and the matter was settled.

Before leaving, the Goddess of Beauty even invited Hephaestus to attend her ’execution conference’ later, where she intended to deal with that arrogant mortal in full view of everyone.

Although Hephaestus wasn’t particularly interested, he didn’t refuse.

A small matter, it was just like going to watch the excitement.

"Hmph!"

The doors of The Temple closed behind her, and Aphrodite, carrying a golden net, ignored Ares who had been preemptively expelled from the temple.

Half a day earlier, Ares seemed to have some opinions about the ’one-to-one’ ’perfect reproduction’ ’life-sized statue’ proposed by Hephaestus.

Although his opinion wasn’t important, to prevent any trouble, Aphrodite had him leave The Temple in advance.

Now that things were settled, and she had obtained the Divine Artifact she wanted.

Yet, looking at the waiting War God, her dissatisfaction with Ares had not dissipated.

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Ha, a bunch of ’talents’ are the new generation of gods on Olympus besides the Divine King with some capabilities, the rest of the male gods are more incapable than the other.

The God of West Wind, who only knows how to grovel at Zeus’s heels, the cripple with a flawed divine body, or the useless thing like Ares.

Who knows if this is a flaw brought by their lineage... fortunately, I am different from them.

The twelve Titans and I are the Heavenly Father’s first-born children, while they are merely gods of a later age.

It’s just a pity—

"Sigh..."

At this thought, Aphrodite couldn’t help but sigh to herself.

How unfortunate, not to have been born in the second era.

In that age, no incident of a deity being defeated by a human had ever occurred.

Furthermore, besides the God of Speech, she felt that every one of the twelve Titans was much stronger than the likes of Ares.

The gods of that era truly seemed like gods.

"Alright, Ares, hurry and make some preparations, set the traps."

"Once we capture that mortal, we’ll bring him to Mount of the Gods, then here, we will dismember him piece by piece, and reduce him to ashes."

Aphrodite waved her hand dismissively, clearly impatient.

"What undying body, I really do not believe, under the power of the divine might, ten thousand miles of land will turn into dust, and a kingdom will become smoke in history, what can a mere human use to resist!"

Though the flesh on her arm began to regrow inch by inch, the hatred in the heart of the Goddess of Beauty grew even stronger.

Achilles... it was already enough that Athena bullied me, and though unwilling to admit it, Aphrodite still recognized her formidable power, but how could you do the same!

"Uh, Aph... okay, I understand."

Ares opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something.

But seeing Aphrodite who was clearly becoming annoyed, he decided to wait until the man was caught to speak.

Unlike the Goddess of Beauty, Ares, who had personally clashed with Achilles, had already discerned the source of his immortality, a power from the Styx River, running through the origin of the Underworld.

Styx, the eldest daughter of the God of the Ocean who had long since broken free from the constraints of the Ocean God System, had become one of the Underworld’s lords.

Her power was so special and feared by All Gods. Zeus showed her respect, while ordinary deities did not wish to be close to her.

Achilles, the Son of Divine Person, baptized by the power of the Styx River, was it really that easy to kill him? Ares was not sure, and it probably wasn’t that simple.

After all, away from the Mortal World and without suppression, it wasn’t only the gods’ Divine Power that would be unrestrained, but also that power from the Styx River.

Only when he returned to the domain of the gods would the might of the River of Hatred truly reveal itself.

"Hmm... But the Mother Goddess should have a way."

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The power of the Styx River was tricky, but after pondering for a moment, Ares eventually felt he was worrying too much.

If he and Aphrodite couldn’t manage, wasn’t there still Hera?

The Heavenly Empress had received a portion of the God-King’s power, a witness to their marriage.

In other places, this right might not be so evident, but on Mount of the Gods, it was infinitely magnified.

The power of Styx could obstruct others because the might of the River of Vows was too special, but it definitely could not stop the Power of God-King.

So if the result is good, why should he spoil Aphrodite’s mood?

"When he comes again, I will lure him into the prepared traps. With the mortal’s arrogant attitude, even if he senses something amiss, he probably won’t retreat."

With conviction, Ares tried to recover his image.

"As long as the result is good, even if there are some problems in the process, it will only become a beautiful tale."