Chapter 710: Chapter 128: Ymir, Would You Dare to Call Me Daddy? (6.5k)_2 Chapter 710: Chapter 128: Ymir, Would You Dare to Call Me Daddy? (6.5k)_2 After all, not every hero or deity is fit to be a pioneer, especially in such a hostile Divine Era.
Moreover, this is just the beginning of the journey, with such formidable obstacles already in place. He dreaded to think of what further dangers awaited them, and he did not want to fall on foreign soil without understanding why.
When Hermes was about to lead the team back, Luo En seemed to remember something. He called out to the Traveler God and handed him an emblem of Medusa, instructing in a deep voice, “Take this with you as well, it resonates with my Divinity. As long as this object is still functioning, it means I am unharmed. Just wait safely on the shore.”
Watching Hermes unhesitatingly accept the token and turn away, disappearing with the Argo Heroes into the snowstorm, Luo En nodded silently.
Although they were on the same ship, it was hard to ensure that the other party was completely in alignment with him.
Therefore, for safety’s sake, Luo En naturally needed to keep a backup plan:
The Medusa’s Emblem was not only a token that resonated with his Divinity but also a spatial coordinate that allowed him to remotely pinpoint the location of the Argo.
In the future, whether there were insurmountable troubles on the road or any changes on the ship, he could rush back at a moment’s notice.
Now that everything was prepared for the return path, it was time to press forward.
Luo En calmed his spirit and looked up at the intertwined bands of flame and frost in the center of the continent. He spread his golden wings like a blazing meteor, piercing through the layers of swirling frost towards his goal.
Golden flames carved a brilliant trail through the icy blue frost, shooting straight forward.
One day, two days, three days…
One month, three months, half a year…
This icy frost seemed endless, and the dark world seemed without termination.
The void and silence appeared to be the only undercurrents here.
After an undefined duration, the bone-chilling cold around him gradually dissipated, replaced by a steaming warmth.
Over the thawing permafrost, a new verdant shoot broke through the soil.
As that hint of green caught his eye, Luo En’s hazy thoughts gradually cleared, his mind awkwardly starting to operate like a rusted cog.
He retracted his Light Wings and landed before the new shoot, vibrant life force rushing towards him.
Luo En felt as if he was soaked in a hot spring, emitting a comfortable moan. Layers of deep blue frost melted from his body, healing the internal and external injuries caused along the way by frost, wind pressure, and Aether Tides.
The nearly depleted Divine Power within him also transformed into a continuously flowing fresh stream, rapidly filling up.
This power of creation, so strong!
Regaining his senses, Luo En sharply inhaled, eagerly looking at the verdant sprout growing on the thawed ground.
From its appearance, it seemed to be a sapling of the White Wax Tree, with three roots digging deep into the frost, continuously drawing rich Aether Factors, supplying endless Vitality to the trunk, nine branches spreading around containing immense power of creation, leaves seemingly clustering vast stars, branches seemingly nurturing a fruit named “World.”
Such distinct appearances and characteristics led Luo En to think of a creation artifact from some divine genealogy.
World Tree—Yggdrasil!
This was the foundation of the Nordic God Era, also the lifeline that brought prosperity to the Nordic Divine System, once single-handedly nurturing and supporting the legendary Nine Great Kingdoms.
Unfortunately, this White Wax Tree sapling was only about the height of a person, far from the majestic grandeur recorded in the myths.
So, this is the Nordic God Era?
Appears to be newly formed?
After a moment of thought, Luo En looked at the persistent frost to the north and the eternal flames to the south, immediately confirming his speculation.
Yes, this world, burning with endless ice flames, is the legendary Nordic God Era.
In comparison to the well-developed Divine Eras of Greece and Egypt, it was still very young, like a newborn child.
And the historical records somewhat matched these features: the origin of Greek mythology dated back centuries before the Common Era, while Nordic mythology formed relatively later, around the 1st to 2nd century AD in Norway, Denmark, and Sweden before becoming popular and fully established in Iceland around the 7th century with a wave of northward migration.
Luo En nodded slightly, his gaze intensively fixed on the World Tree sapling.
However, he soon furrowed his brows.
Due to the intrusion of some outsider, the still-young World Tree had lost much of its nourishment, causing it to wilt and even some branches and veins started showing signs of decay.
Luo En looked down at his fully restored self and sighed reluctantly.
Just a few sips from the World Tree had weakened it, relying on it to confront Zeus was utterly unrealistic.
Seemingly sensing the malice from an outsider, the young World Tree’s branches rustled, its trunk trembled, and its three roots extended under the frost, desperately drawing Aether from around to sustain its life.
But the land was too barren, the environment too harsh.
The perennial frost and eternal flames nearly eradicated life here, making it exceedingly difficult for the World Tree to grow.
After some contemplation, Luo En took out the Holy Grail from the Magic Circle Diagram and sprinkled Divine Blood transformed into Divine Liquid toward the roots of the World Tree sapling. The three thick roots immediately absorbed the sprinkled Golden Divine Liquid like sponges and transported it to the main body.