Hall of Valor!
This concept originated from the great world of Norse mythology. In that realm, the souls of fallen heroes are drawn in to become heroic spirits, admired by many. They serve as messengers of the gods or guardians of the world.
However, while the Hall of Valor is significant, it is not the fundamental core.
If the Hall of Valor can evolve further, it can transform into the Throne of Valor. The Throne of Valor will be born, integrating into the World Tree. In other words, the heroic spirits will become guardians of the World Tree.
For Hades, this represents a substantial enhancement for the Underworld.
Although Hades had known of this possibility before, he had been too busy to contemplate it fully. As a result, he had set the idea aside.
Now, with the soul contract cultivation method of the seventy-two demon gods, he felt encouraged to reconsider this path.
While creating heroic spirits is not overly difficult, the real challenge lies in elevating the Hall of Valor to the Throne of Heroes. This is the most complex aspect and requires careful consideration.
"Hmm"
Persephone pondered for a moment and said, "Husband, creating the Hall of Valor might seem straightforward, but the true challenge is guiding the birth of heroes and helping them ascend to the Throne of Heroes."
Indeed! Persephone was unconcerned about soul absorption; that aspect did not matter to her. The real focus was the birth of the Hall of Valor, which was of utmost importance. If it could be sublimated, that would be the key achievement.
Yan Mo nodded in agreement: "Husband, I concur with my sister. If we aim to create the Hall of Valor, we must ensure it reaches its full potential. Otherwise, everything is meaningless."
"Um."
Hades nodded lightly, responding calmly, "If that's the case, I will engage in this interesting endeavor. I don't know if it will be successful, but it promises to be an intriguing challenge."
The nine-pointed star between his brows gleamed brightly, as infinite divine power merged with numerous precious treasures. These countless treasures coalesced to form a magnificent temple.
This temple is the Hall of Valor, designed for souls of heroes, demon kings, and kings or any suitable beings, allowing them to enter.
"It all begins now."
Hades's deep, dark eyes, filled with the vastness of the universe, gazed silently into the distance, and the unfolding events remained a mystery.
Panting heavily, two brothers, appearing to be around twelve or thirteen years old, leaned on each other as they trudged along a perilous path. Exhausted, they eventually collapsed to the ground.
"Big brother!"
"Brother!"
"Younger brother!"
"I'm fine!"
Despite their fatigue, the brothers slowly helped each other up again, though they still stumbled. The elder brother, weakly, suggested, "Let's rest here for a while. We're too tired."
"Okay!"
The younger brother nodded, and they both sat down. As night fell, they had only some water, with no food to sustain them. Forced to gather around a small fire, they endured hunger and cold, feeling powerless against their plight.
They hailed from a dilapidated village that had crumbled over time, leaving them orphans in the midst of a war between two empires. They had arrived at this dire situation after enduring great hardships.
As night deepened, the brothers succumbed to exhaustion, slowly drifting into sleep. If they couldn't wake, they would succumb forever.
In his dream, the elder brother found himself in a chaotic land, surrounded by the chaos of war. The terrifying sight of a red dragon streaked across the sky, unleashing a deafening roar.
"Dragon?!"
His eyes widened in disbelief. Confused and terrified, he wondered how he had arrived here. But his immediate reaction was to shout...
"Younger brother?!"
His younger brother had vanished, and the realization sent shock-waves through him. If his brother was gone, his own existence felt utterly meaningless.
"Roar!"
What responded was the thunderous roar of the dragon, charging straight toward him.
"Ah!"
He cried out in pain, clutching his heart as he fell to the ground. His body grew warmer, and a red dragon pattern emerged on his chest.
"Big brother?!"
Meanwhile, the younger brother awoke in a frozen landscape, witnessing a white dragon soaring by. Just like his elder brother, his first instinct was to search for him.
"Roar!"
The younger brother, too, was met with the deafening roar of the white dragon, which surged into his heart, causing a similar pain as the dragon pattern appeared on his chest.
As dawn broke, the brothers, who should have perished from hunger and cold, opened their eyes. They stood upright, sensing the profound changes in their bodies, filled with joy and vigilance.
"Big brother!"
"Younger brother!"
They turned to face each other, each seeing the fierce vertical pupils and the powerful forms of the red and white dragons.
With smiles on their faces, they recognized the godlike power they now possessed. In this Silver Age, a dragon was a divine force for humanity.
"We must..."
"We can!"
The brothers clenched their fists, determination shining in their eyes. They believed in themselves and were certain they could forge a new future. The future that belonged to them was just beginning. With strengthened resolve, the two brothers continued their journey toward the horizon. As they walked, they spotted a white island in the distance, resembling a pure land on the coast.