Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 936 - 385 Fear and Revival

Chapter 936: Chapter 385 Fear and Revival

The Divine Artifact is reborn, slowly cooling from its sweltering heat.

Like naturally occurring patterns, they spread over its smooth, glossy white stone body.

Lifting his hand, he took the floating Divine Artifact, a familiar sense of connection surging in Hermes’s heart.

This was a wondrous object forged from his memories and flesh, inherently and closely linked to him.

There was no need to grope and learn; the moment Hermes touched it, he knew the true purpose of the Divine Artifact.

Hesitating for a moment, and glancing at Laine who was waiting for the outcome, the Great Alchemist still gently pinched the white stone, invoking its power.

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The Divine Artifact resonated, emitting a halo of light.

In the next instant, it seemed as if a song was being sung from the void.

Antique melodies floated in the air, narrating the nobility and extraordinariness of fate.

Lavish language praised the grandeur of Mount Nysa, extolling the past and the future’s revered existence.

Within the blurry halo, a figure gradually materialized from nothingness, arriving before the two of them.

With every movement, the figure’s lofty demeanor was clearly visible.

However, when her face became clear, Laine could not help but reveal a look of surprise.

“Lachesis?”

Uttering this name, examining the figure before him, Laine was astonished to find that this figure looked exactly like the previous Goddess of Destiny.

Neither appearance nor aura revealed any flaws.

The only difference was probably the intangible quality she emanated.

Due to the backlash of fate, Chaos’s Three Fates were far from mysterious and powerful like the Gods of Destiny in other worlds.

They were like a paste-up artisan, patching up a crumbling house, but this one before him was different.

If it weren’t for the fact that this Goddess’s eyes were colorless, her pupils slack and lifeless, anyone who came might think she was the true Goddess of Destiny, Lachesis.

“What is happening?”

Laine asked.

Hermes did not immediately respond; instead, he caressed the White Stone in his palm once more.

Whoosh—

The void trembled, and the original Lachesis disappeared.

The blurry white light once again illuminated the room, and in her place appeared another ‘Hermes.’

His garments were majestic, fitting perfectly, wearing shoes with delicate little wings on his feet.

In his left hand, he held an ancient Lyre, its body engraved with the symbol of the Sun.

His right hand held a silver balance scale, with Gold Coins and books on either side.

He looked more mature, his attire vastly different, but unlike the previous Lachesis, this ‘Hermes’ didn’t feel so starkly detached from the one holding the Divine Artifact.

They looked like the same person, with only some distinctions in appearance.

“As you can see, this is the function of this Divine Artifact.”

“It can blur reality and illusion, replicating in the flesh the existence from the holder’s memory.”

“In theory, it can replicate not only form but also emotions, powers, authority, as though the person was shaped out of thin air.”

“But in reality, this is just an alternative form of deceit—fake is fake, it is not a creature of the Void, it simply turns a segment of memory into reality.”

“Whether dead or alive, it can awaken them—not the straightforward might assume it to be the revival of the deceased, but it’s merely their own longing.”

Speaking slowly, holding the Divine Artifact in his hand, Hermes explained his understanding.

And comparing it to his direct use, Laine also roughly grasped the concept.

Through this artifact that resembled the Wise Man’s Stone, Hermes could conjure the figures from his memory, thereby utilizing their powers.

However, personal understanding is inevitably imbued with personal nuances, and the differences in his two uses have made this quite clear.

Lachesis in Hermes’s impression was clearly not identical to the reality, yet his own self in memory would not differ from the actual Hermes.

The application of the Divine Artifact was not hard to understand, Laine grasped it with ease.

That mere ‘memory’ could borrow the power of reality seemed a bit too far-fetched, even with the might of the Divine Artifact.

While imitating power was one thing, if even Divine Authority could be imitated…

Taking another careful look at the Divine Artifact in Hermes’s hand, Laine’s intuition told him it might be related to the abnormal reaction in the Spirit Realm.

A glint of inquiry flashed in his eyes, then he shook his head gently.

If he were in his complete state right now, Laine could easily pinpoint the problem.

But as an embodiment of divided human nature, although he inherited most of the original memories, some were exceptions.

In this Mythic World, taboos related to the Creation Domain inherently carried a vast ‘weight.’

Like a heavy sphere falling on a flat net, it would pull the owner involuntarily towards it.

Yet, while most knowledge is neutral, at many times, neutrality itself can be an influence.

So, had Laine insisted on remembering at that time, he certainly could, but this would inevitably cause an unpredictable shift in the development of human nature.

“So it seems… that is a mighty Divine Artifact.”

“With it in hand, Mister Hermes could practically dub himself a ‘Little Divine King’.”

With a faint smile, Laine did not dwell too much on it.

On hearing his words, Hermes shook his head repeatedly.