Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

"But this one is the beloved daughter of Heavenly Empress Hera and God-King Zeus, a deity well-known among the Olympian Pantheon."

Wait, to greet the mistress of Mount Olympus, Heavenly Empress Hera will bathe here.

This steadfast and loyal goddess rarely leaves the Mount of the Gods, but this place is where she visits every year.

Even in the Mortal Realm, there have been poems sung in praise of this great Kanassos Holy Spring.

"...Only Erwin, few people know that, unlike those other legendary fountains, Kanassos Holy Spring was originally nothing special."

"The demons once spoke of a Divine Spring at the midpoint of the Nine-layered Hell in the Central Court, which could purify all things; the Goddess of Beauty Aphrodite also had a spring that could restore her chastity. She bathed in the seawater at Paphos, and the Three Graces danced for her. When she emerged from the sea, it was as if she had been reborn."

"But Hera is different, at first, it was just an ordinary fountain. Just like every other fountain on Earth, it had no special function."

"Until that day, when Youth Goddess Hebe was born, change followed."

On the nameless wild mountain, an oak staff supported on the ground.

With respectful assistance from his student, the old man walked step by step to the peak of the wild mountain.

Murky eyes gazed into the distance, where the goddess was chanting hymns near Nauplion.

"Do you see, this is a god...this is the power of a god."

"Powerful and unique, difficult to grasp and replicate. Their birth brings subtle yet tangible influences to the entire world, causing this spring to transform with her."

"The Heavenly Empress gave birth to the Youth Goddess, and Hebe restored her true youth."

"So, Erwin, have you understood anything?"

The staff pointed to the horizon, and the old man asked with a smile.

Only the middle-aged man beside him was already tense and speechless.

"Teacher...I..."

"Aren't we really going to..."

"Didn't we already do it?"

The old man retorted, but Erwin just shook his head.

"But that was just an unremarkable ancient god, and at that time, he had been drained of all his power by Typhon!"

"But this one..."

"But this one is the beloved daughter of Heavenly Empress Hera and God-King Zeus, a deity well-known among the Olympian Pantheon."

The next day.

Troops do not move, supplies go first.

Though the mythical age of wars did not demand this as strictly, the vastness of the land bridged the gap with later eras.

In just half a month, the oracle from Olympia spread throughout the Mortal Realm.

The War God personally led an army for the first time, intending to capture the fugitive and kill the one who brought him disgrace on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, a response quickly came from the Pagan Kingdom.

In the face of Ares' demands, they unabashedly called him a fake god, declaring that if he dared to step on the land illuminated by the Lord's glory, they would weave the failure into a crown, replacing his useless bronze helmet.

For a moment, all eyes from the East gathered, making the wars in Athens fade into insignificance.

For the first time in a thousand years, a deity was taking action against that monotheistic nation.

As Ares' army marched east, countless believers voluntarily gathered under his banner, hoping to contribute their strength to the Gods.

"This is my calling power, my sister, you don't need to worry about me. Compared to the Mortal Realm's battlefields, the annual bath of the Mother Goddess is more worthy of your attention."

"Every 120 years, the Mother Goddess will return to youth and hold a banquet for the gods, sharing the Holy Fruits from her garden."

"Once you arrange it for her, it can also be used to celebrate my victory."

...

Mortal Realm.

Nauplion.

Milky white hot springs bubble up from the ground, mingling with the mountain springs.

A golden cup floats in the water, the light blue liquid staining the surrounding droplets.

War in the Mortal Realm grew fiercer, its aura seemed to permeate the wilderness.

But it was different here, around this city-state named Nauplion, everything remained as serene as ever.

Because the Kanassos Spring is here, neither calamity nor chaos has disturbed the peace of this place. (See 3-178)

Drip...

Drip...

Splash...

Holding the golden cup, Hebe waved her hand.

Pale golden Sacred Power flowed through her, drying the water off her body.

Her brother Ares' words seemed to resonate through her mind.

At that time, he had just drunk the nectar she brewed, his spirit ardent amidst thousands of troops.

Hebe didn't know if what he said was true, she could only hope it was.

After all, as he said, the Mother Goddess' banquet was imminent.

"Heavenly water, earthly water, otherworldly water, the essence of the four oceans."

Holding the golden cup, Hebe whispered softly.

"I, Youth Goddess Hebe, bless you with my supreme power."

"As you flow through my golden cup, I leave youth with you; youth will dissolve into your water, purifying the one who bathes in you..."

"Kanassos Spring, you are my symbol, the bathing place of Heavenly Empress Hera."

"The great Mother Goddess cycles here, she comes as the wedded one and leaves in the form of the unwedded."

"Guardian of marriage... Maiden prays to you for fulfillment."

"Protector of marriage... Wife prays to you for loyalty."

"Your daughter offers you a gift here, purifying anxiety, fatigue, and aging, restoring you to virginity, renewing youth..."

Hebe whispered softly, accompanied by the silent tremor of the law.

This was a ritual, she would continue here for several days, ultimately welcoming the mistress of Mount Olympus, Heavenly Empress Hera, at the beginning of spring, when all things blossom.

This steadfast and loyal goddess rarely leaves the Mount of the Gods, but this place is where she visits every year.

Even in the Mortal Realm, there have been poems sung in praise of this great Kanassos Holy Spring.

"...Only Erwin, few people know that, unlike those other legendary fountains, Kanassos Holy Spring was originally nothing special."

"The demons once spoke of a Divine Spring at the midpoint of the Nine-layered Hell in the Central Court, which could purify all things; the Goddess of Beauty Aphrodite also had a spring that could restore her chastity. She bathed in the seawater at Paphos, and the Three Graces danced for her. When she emerged from the sea, it was as if she had been reborn."

"But Hera is different, at first, it was just an ordinary fountain. Just like every other fountain on Earth, it had no special function."

"Until that day, when Youth Goddess Hebe was born, change followed."

On the nameless wild mountain, an oak staff supported on the ground.

With respectful assistance from his student, the old man walked step by step to the peak of the wild mountain.

Murky eyes gazed into the distance, where the goddess was chanting hymns near Nauplion.

"Do you see, this is a god...this is the power of a god."

"Powerful and unique, difficult to grasp and replicate. Their birth brings subtle yet tangible influences to the entire world, causing this spring to transform with her."

"The Heavenly Empress gave birth to the Youth Goddess, and Hebe restored her true youth."

"So, Erwin, have you understood anything?"

The staff pointed to the horizon, and the old man asked with a smile.

Only the middle-aged man beside him was already tense and speechless.

"Teacher...I..."

"Aren't we really going to..."

"Didn't we already do it?"

The old man retorted, but Erwin just shook his head.

"But that was just an unremarkable ancient god, and at that time, he had been drained of all his power by Typhon!"

"But this one..."

"But this one is the beloved daughter of Heavenly Empress Hera and God-King Zeus, a deity well-known among the Olympian Pantheon."