Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 993 - 416 Celestial Changes_2

Chapter 993: Chapter 416: Celestial Changes_2

Chapter 993: Chapter 416: Celestial Changes_2

If it were in the past, such behavior would have been quickly stopped by the Divine King, yet now Odin remains indifferent to it.

Some people believe there’s nothing wrong with this; after all, the one-eyed King of All Gods has always been a decisive warrior. Nowadays, becoming colder in order to address the inevitable prophecy of the Twilight of the Gods seems justifiable, but Thor does not share this view.

Odin isn’t that sort of person, and even more so, his father has never been that kind of person…

Moreover, what Thor hasn’t voiced is that his mother, Frigg, the Queen of Gods, who was closest to his father, has not made an appearance for a long time.

He went to seek her out and only discovered upon arriving at her chambers that she, too, has not returned for a considerable time.

One matter after another, one detail after another—it all seemed fine. Yet Thor could not help but feel increasingly uneasy deep in his heart.

He once went to question Odin directly but found nothing wrong.

Aside from a slight change in personality, their father-son interactions were as they’ve always been. Be it the distinct authority Odin holds or the secrets only they two know, Odin answered Thor fluently without hesitation.

In an instant, Thor’s original speculation was completely overturned. And when he went to find Loki, this further proved that his prior doubts were baseless.

The schemes and troubles within the Nine Realms could arguably be traced back halfway to this sly trickster, so if even Loki wasn’t involved, then there was likely no problem.

“Sigh… Forget it. Perhaps it’s just that I never truly understood my father.”

“Let’s leave this topic aside for now. Sif, do you have something to tell me?”

Shaking his head slightly, Thor dismissed the thoughts in his mind and turned to his wife with a question.

Sif was not like him. When it came to the command of the King of Asgard, apart from only a few individuals like Thor in the Deity Race, no one dared to disregard such orders.

Thus, aside from him, everyone else was now preoccupied with the forging of the altar, including Sif.

“It’s not me; His Majesty has something to discuss with you.”

Slightly shaking her head, the golden-haired goddess chuckled softly.

After all, Thor was usually courageous and unyielding, rarely showing such a troubled expression.

But perhaps he was simply overthinking due to care and concern. Could His Majesty the God King truly have any issues?

He was the nominal ruler of the Nine Realms, the King of All Gods, holder of the Divine Lance Gungnir.

No one in the Nine Realms was his match, in every sense.

“His Majesty said that if you are unwilling to build the altar here, that’s fine, considering that you’re not particularly skilled at such matters.”

“However, you still need to do something… Weren’t you curious about where Frigg, Her Majesty the Queen, had gone? Since you currently have no task to fulfill, why not go seek her out.”

“Throughout the Nine Realms, she is perhaps the only one capable of keeping you in line. So, what do you think—no objections to this assignment, right?”

“Of course! Sif, where is Mother now?”

Energized, Thor was surprised to see another suspicion that had lingered before now being surfaced before him. At this moment, Thor truly felt as though he had been overthinking.

So Mother Goddess had taken upon herself some mission and departed? That makes sense. Well, it’s better this way—whatever’s needed, I’ll complete it on her behalf.

His eyes shone bright with resolve as he eagerly looked at Sif for answers. The golden-haired goddess did not keep him in suspense any longer.

“In Jotunheim, the realm of frost giants.”

“As for the more specific location… it’s where Mimir’s Spring resides. His Majesty once sacrificed his eye there to acquire boundless wisdom and the great Rune Symbols.”

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“Hiss…”

The eternally unchanging void of darkness hung suspended within the Abyss’s infinite space, while the nine layers of Purgatory resembled lighthouses amidst Eternal Night, radiating an aura distinctly separate from the surrounding Chaos.

At the heart of the Nine Realms, the Serpent of the Garden coiled its immense form around the Fifth Layer: [Central Court]. Its armored scales were like a sturdy wall, shielding against the intensifying pressure from the outside.

This was a sight that had only appeared in recent years. The Great Serpent’s body had wrapped increasingly around the outer boundary of the realms. With Hemenu’s dissolution scattering wide, the Source Power absorbed by the world surged ever higher, further accelerating the Abyss’s expansion.

Even as the Great Serpent itself claimed, unless severe upheaval occurred in the mortal realm, Tartarus would not yet find an opportunity to truly elevate itself, achieving parity with the Mother Tree. But this didn’t stop it from laterally widening its strength.

Apart from the Primordial Water, Hemenu’s main essence had largely dispersed into the Domains of Darkness and Space. Because of this, the Abyss’s expansion escalated increasingly, accompanied by a growing number of Lords of Magic governing individual layers of the Realms’ interface.

Under these circumstances, unless the Great Serpent opted to temporarily sacrifice Nodahill’s demon power conversion rate, using it solely as foundational support for reinforcing the protective barrier of the interface, the Serpent had no choice but to personally bolster its defenses.

Such days had already stretched on for an extended period since the Abyss’s Chronology moved faster than the external world, yet the Great Serpent seemingly paid no excessive regard. After all, once Hemenu’s remnants fully merged into the cosmos, it should possess sufficient strength to withstand Abyss’s pressures.

However, on this particular day, within the void devoid of Light, a pair of blazing eyes slowly opened.

The serpentine pupils scanned the endless Abyss, but in their field of vision, there were merely the faint boundaries of a dozen domains.

Under Tartarus’s omnipresent force, even the gaze of the Great Serpent was constrained within this limited scope.

Searching back and forth, it found no trace of the source causing a tremor within its heart.

During its last encounter with fragments of memories external to its domains, Zeus had been suspended in a liminal space where two realms’ Laws intertwined, utterly unnoticed by anyone in existence.

Yet this time was different; it wasn’t merely a minor avatar reaching out, but even the fragment of memory itself carried subtle connections to the Great Serpent.

What kind of sensation was this? The Great Serpent did not yet know, though it desired to find out—and delighted in taking action.

With just a thought, droplets of somber liquid began to drip from the immense World Tree looming over the Fifth Layer of [Central Court].

Its eyes then slid shut again as its intent infiltrated the dark essence drawn from Abyss Demon power converted by Nodahill. Shortly thereafter, a humanoid figure with the lower body of a snake and eight arms emerged from within, appearing as though conjured out of thin air.

Though its soul could not endure the Abyss Will’s test and become a Lord subordinate to the Great Serpent, it seemed in all other senses to be an exceedingly real Eight-Armed Snake Demon.

“Hiss…”

The primary consciousness shifted away, leaving the coiled world-encircling body to drift into silence.

The Eight-Armed Snake Demon opened its eyes and then appeared at the boundary between the Abyss and Hell.

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