Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Chapter 50 Meditation

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It was a star-filled night without the Moon. The brightest star, whose name was unknown to all, shone especially bright on that day.

According to the calendar passed down among humans, Hecate knew it was the day of her birth. Unlike other times, the day of Spirituality came only once every four years, and on that day, the moon was always absent from the sky.

Some gods said that day symbolized the birth of evil. Others claimed it was linked to the creator of humanity.

But Hecate didn’t care about that, so while the Golden Humanity gathered in front of the Temple to worship the gods, she sneaked off to other places to look at the storytelling stone tablets recording ‘History’.

Ordinarily, humans would not allow her to approach the Temple. For a person forsaken by the gods to come near the place where gods were worshiped was indeed a desecration.

However, as the worship ceremony of the Golden Humanity ended and she was hastily returning, Hecate stumbled over something hard and then discovered this magical relic.

This was something she had seen many times, but not one of them was a real treasure

“Stone tablet oh stone tablet, do you have a story to tell me today?”

In the cramped cabin, Hecate held something very familiar-looking in her arms and talked to it in a soliloquy.

“Are there really humans who disrespect the gods in this world? I feel like the people in your stories are nothing like Uncle Cohen and the others.”

However, the stone tablet remained the same, not showing any other reaction.

“Nothing again? Although I’ve grown up, does that mean I can’t listen to stories anymore—”

Slightly unhappy, but the little girl still accepted reality. After all, in recent years, she hadn’t seen many interesting stories on the stone tablet.

[You should meditate now.]

Without a sound or a shadow, the ink converged and reorganized, and a line of text slowly emerged from the stone tablet.

[Today is the time for you to break through the fifth barrier and also the first step towards becoming ‘Transcendent’]

[To divine beings, ‘Mundane Objects Cannot Be Injured’, only forces that have been purified by rules can cause them substantial harm.]

“I know, what’s the rush. What barrier, isn’t it just about having hands to do it.”

She pouted, but Hecate still carefully placed the stone tablet beside her bed.

The first time she saw it, the old stone tablet was as tall as a person and had begun to yellow, but in her hands, it became just the right size for her to carry.

Hecate didn’t know its origin, but she had some vague guesses. She had seen too many of the same style over the years.

“So troublesome, but according to what you said, once I step into ‘Transcendence’, I won’t need rituals anymore, right?”

Muttering to herself, she stood up and took out several bottles and jars from a corner of the room.

Their design was rough, marked with the juice of plants of different colors. They were fired from clay in a special way by her.

She once wanted to teach this technique to humans, but they refused to accept it. In that era, humans did not have the ability to create ‘Fire’ on their own. Naturally, anything produced by fire was seen as an attempt to steal Divine Authority.

Picking up the bottles one by one, Hecate poured out some liquid from within. She mixed them in the right proportions in a small bowl and stirred counterclockwise with the stem of the Moon Spirit Flower for three and a half turns.

She added a measure of rainwater to symbolize the Wind, two measures of steam to symbolize Fire, as well as three measures of river water and four measures of fountain water to respectively symbolize Water and Earth.

This was merely the most rudimentary method, like the incense and special life feathers she had learned were more suitable to embody Wind, representing communication, planning, and thought. Candles and scepters were more suitable to represent Fire, symbolizing execution, initiative, and willpower.

However, the conditions for such things were not available, or rather, things like incense, besides Hecate herself, had never been heard of even by the gods on Mount of the Gods, so this was how she had always substituted them.

Beyond materials, in the realm of numerology, ‘three’ and ‘seven’ possess special significance, and thus, Hecate took half of ‘seven’, using a reverse method to symbolize the antithesis of the material.

These were all efficient ways of using inferior materials—if the materials themselves possessed extraordinary power, she would not need to make it so complicated.

After the liquid was prepared, she waited briefly until the liquid within the small bowl mingled into one, gradually turning into a peculiar color.

From a shelf nearby, Hecate took a ‘pen’ made of animal hair and twigs, designed for drawing symbols and patterns.

“No matter how many times one looks at it, this color always seems a bit strange, doesn’t it?”

Observing the ‘splendid darkness’ within the bowl, Hecate commented.

But no help for it, as the combination of earth, water, wind, and fire, harmonized by Spirituality, represented ‘a third of chaos’ in the mystical domain. Therefore, it didn’t matter what color the liquid originally was; visually, it always looked like this color.

Picking up the pen and dipping it into the liquid in the bowl, Hecate walked to the entrance.

She drew a special symbol on the ground. As the characters were written, an invisible force was activated.

It is said that this writing stemmed from the original Spirit Script. They were not as powerful as their source, but for that very reason, they could be utilized by mortals.

The symbol Hecate penned down signified ‘Isolation’.

Subsequently, she wrote symbols that represented ‘Connection’, ‘Purification’, and ‘Sublimation’ on the other three sides in turn.

Once everything was complete, she connected the four points with a line and then stood at the center.

“ΑΨ!”

Barely opening her mouth, accompanied by two special syllables, the power within the four runes linked together.

There are three distinct types of rituals. One imitates ‘History’, another incites ‘Rules’, and the last pleases higher beings.

Setting aside the other two, the ritual Hecate was presently preparing belonged to the second type.

As the ritual progressed, the prewritten rules were triggered. Hecate faintly felt that an expansive world had revealed itself to her spiritual senses.

That was the Spirit Realm, an interface composed of Spiritual force. Yet, at this point in time, without special means, no existence could establish contact with the Spirit Realm.

Clearly, however, Hecate’s imperfect ritual was one of those special methods.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, with her eyes half-closed, Hecate began to channel her spirit. She deftly followed the subtle connection, linking with the vast Spirit Realm.

Countless bizarre shadows flickered by, strange sounds echoed, but all were purified and then isolated. When everything settled back to calm, within Hecate’s spiritual sea, there were only seven lunar phases reflecting upon her ethereal spiritual body.

At the same time, on the surface of Hecate’s spiritual body, lunar phases similarly emerged. However, only four were tangible, while the remaining three were merely ethereal.