Chapter 163: All Laws Embodied

Yu Lin, under Hera's arrangement, was taken away from Olympus by a goddess driving a carriage.

At his request, his divine weapon will be forged by Hephestos, the god of fire and craftsmanship, using the finest materials currently stored in the divine treasury.

It will take about five years to complete the forging, followed by another three years for cooling, enchantment, Blessing, and so on.

Yu Lin has enough time to stay here, after all, Heracles' Twelve Labors take at least ten years.

As for Dragon Lord and Qilin, I heard they ran off to Egypt with two goddesses, so Yu Lin couldn't see them on Olympus.

Perhaps he might still encounter Taifu, that Egyptian deity.

It doesn't matter; after all, the Cauldron is with him, and any danger can be summoned back at any time.

At this moment, evening is approaching.

After Yu Lin politely declined the goddess's request to stay and tend to his daily needs, he returned to Li Ya's home.

Who knows if that goddess was actually a disguise of some incarnation of Zeus?

In Greek mythology, it's best to be cautious.

As for Hera... she swore she wouldn't be unfaithful, so this is even more impossible.

He just opened the door.

Seeing Li Ya rush out, circle him to check for injuries, and after confirming he was unharmed, she finally let out a sigh.

"Stop looking, I'm fine. You don't believe my strength, do you?" Yu Lin patted her head, then with a flick of his right hand a ceramic bowl full of pretend food appeared in his hand, and he said:

"Here's some tasty food for you."

Li Ya, seeing his completely untroubled demeanor, smiled and said, "I knew, brother, you would definitely win!"

"Is that guy really Ares?"

"Then... brother, are you also a god?"

"Well, he is Ares, but I'm not a god," Yu Lin placed the ceramic bowl on the table and nudged her:

"Alright, let's not discuss this further; go wash your hands."

"After eating, there's evening self-study; you can rest only after that!"

"Oh..." Li Ya wasn't opposed to night training, after all, the improvement in strength is a tangible feeling.

Being taught by Yu Lin is already a huge stroke of luck; she has no right to complain, nor would she.

The food Yu Lin brought back is, of course, the food of the Olympian Gods; an ordinary person who eats even a bite will never fall ill in this life, can live a hundred years, and gain some bodily strengthening.

For cultivators, it's also a potent tonic.

However.

During the several decades under Da Yu, Yu Lin has already advanced his cultivation to the Great Void, achieving the rank of Da Xia's seventh Great Void.

But his strength isn't measured by cultivation level; it's the myriad traits he possesses that define his true self!

Therefore, these foods don't boost him much; at most they further reinforce his flesh.

Unless he switches to the Olympus Cultivation System, or goes to the Heavenly Court to obtain the immortal cultivation method......

He'll talk about it later when he gets the chance to go to the Heavenly Court myths.

Or, while there's time, why not practice the other cultivation paths as well?

Yu Lin stroked his chin, found it feasible, and planned to try the Olympus Cultivation System tomorrow, then after returning, also cultivate the Heaven and Hell systems.

By then, he'll have All Laws Embodied on his own!

Combined with his traits, that would be... *cough* as the saying goes, we'll discuss future matters later.

Yu Lin stopped thinking about it, saw Li Ya had eaten and drunk enough, and patted her arm:

"Go practice moving energy, digest, don't waste the medicinal power."

"Oh."

More than twenty days later.

At the gates of Mycenae.

The guards were idly leaning against the city wall.

After the previous Ares incident, they have tacitly adopted a rule—never block the path of anyone who looks like a hero!

They chatted about mysterious beings fighting Ares, speaking with such detail as if they'd witnessed it themselves.

At times thunder, at times great fire, at times turning into giants—everything imaginable.

Suddenly.

A heavy horse‑hoof sound came from afar.

Clop, clop, clop—

The sound wasn't the light trot of ordinary horses; it carried a heart‑pounding pressure, as if each step struck a heartbeat.

"What sound?" a guard frowned, looked up toward the distance.

The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his body froze in place—

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a massive shadow raced toward the city gate!

The shadow bore a lion‑like silhouette, its mane wildly flailing in the wind, each step kicking up swirling dust.

"A lion! A lion!" the guard shouted in terror, scrambling to grab his spear.

But immediately, another guard widened his eyes: "Look closely!"

"That's not a lion! It's a person!"

The crowd focused, and only then saw—

It truly was a person!

A tall man clad in a lion's hide rode a black warhorse, charging forward.

He wore a helmet fashioned from a lion's skull, its mouth gaping, fangs fierce; his body was draped in a complete lion hide, golden mane blazing like flames in the wind!

At first glance, it truly looks like a male lion charging forward!

"It's Heracles!" a guard shouted:

"He's back!"

Before the words finished, Heracles had already rushed to the city gate.

He tightened the reins, the warhorse reared up, emitting a deafening whinny.

Only then did the guards see his appearance—

His already burly frame seemed even more muscular, his exposed arms now bore several fierce scars, and his bronze-colored skin was splattered with dried blood.

Perhaps having completed a trial, the Zeus bloodline within him awakened.

Heracles' aura was now even more unfathomable than when he left, as if every inch of his flesh concealed a power impossible to resist.

The guards could clearly feel that merely standing before him brought a pressure akin to facing an ancient beast, causing even their breathing to involuntarily lighten.

The most chilling sight was the lion‑headed helm—within the hollow eye sockets of the Nemea lion seemed to linger a ferocity, and as Heracles moved, its ivory fangs glimmered coldly in the sunset.

A few guards who had intended to step forward to greet him froze in place, stunned by the wild, oppressive aura.

Clack.

The helm was suddenly removed, revealing Heracles' familiar face.

He flicked his sweat‑damp hair and flashed his usual bright smile at the crowd:

"I still have to report at the Royal Palace, so I won't chat with you any longer."

He casually hung the lion‑headed helm beside the saddle, the blood‑stained lion's mane swaying lightly in the wind:

"Come find me for a drink tonight!"

That familiar tone instantly dispelled the terrifying atmosphere.

The guards exhaled deeply, watching his figure vanish, and then remarked:

"A hero should be just like that!"

"If only I could become a hero too........."

"Alright, stop dreaming. You can survive two times under your wife's command before you call yourself a hero!"

"Two times? Joke. I at least start three times.......... Hmm? Wait, how do you know?"

"I dreamed it. Fine, I'm going back to work now."

"Hey, explain it clearly!"