Chapter 783: Chapter 4: The Mischief that Fooled the Gods (6.1k)_4 Chapter 783: Chapter 4: The Mischief that Fooled the Gods (6.1k)_4 The Ancestor Giant, coming to his senses too late, subconsciously raised his hand to cover the wound on his neck, his eyes wide with terror as he tried unsuccessfully to stem the flow of Divine Blood.
But it was already too late.
As the Great Sacrifice fully activated, immense Divinity and Divine Power uncontrollably gushed from Ymir’s body, converging into a massive river of blood, sweeping all around like a raging flood.
Since the blood of the giants contained corrosive and destructive properties, wherever it passed, rocks and frost crystals dissolved completely. Many nearby giants drowned and were transformed into puddles of tainted blood by this ancestral blood, further expanding the scale of the bloody tide.
Soon, Ymir’s blood filled The Great Chasm of Kinlun, forming a vast ocean. The eastern and western ends of the ocean split into two realms, which would later become the Giant Country Jotunheim and the dwelling place of the Warner Divine Race called Valhalla.
The Secret Ceremony continued to operate, and Ymir’s now inactive and immortal body floated atop the sea of blood, becoming the land itself. His bones turned into mountains, his hair into forests. His skull settled onto the ground and became the sky, his brain became clouds, and his shattered teeth turned into stones scattered across the land. His eyebrows solidified into a robust wall surrounding the new world, shielding it from the incursion of frost and flames.
The World Tree, situated beside Ymir’s corpse, underwent the most significant transformation.
Having absorbed the vast divinity of the Ancestor Giant, the World Tree surged upwards, gradually dividing the world into nine distinct regions for the habitation of different life forms in the future.
Its swaying branches called forth flames from the Fire Country Muspelheim, which condensed to form the shapes of heavenly bodies like the sun, the moon, and stars, bringing light to this dim world.
A gentle Light Rain fell, dissipating the perpetual blizzards and flames in the sky, and the world that had undergone the sacrifice was changing drastically.
Atop the World Tree, Odin slowly opened his eyes, gazing down at the floating islands below, rich with fertile soil and babbling streams, and engulfed by dense foliage, feeling an unmatched thrill and pride in his heart.
He had actually defeated the Ancestor Giant Ymir and created a perfect habitat for the Divine Race.
“Loki, we don’t have to hide in caves or struggle against snowstorms for survival anymore; this will be our new home from now on!” As Odin examined his masterpiece, he couldn’t contain his excitement and declared, “Asgard! I have decided to call it ‘Asgard!'”
Watching his joyful brother, Luo En did not interrupt, silently bending to pick up a purple curved Cursed Blade from the ground, his gaze flickering enigmatically.
The dagger representing “Betrayal”—the Sigil of All-Encompassing Destruction.
After the war of Troy, Cassandra had returned this artifact to Luo En.
Due to rapid changes in the situation at the time, Luo En hadn’t returned this Divine Artifact to his younger sister Medea but had kept it in his own warehouse.
Choosing this unique Divine Artifact as the Cursed Blade for the sacrifice had certainly not been an innocent decision by Luo En.
A ceremony marked by “Betrayal” is doomed never to become an everlasting foundation;
A world born from sacrifice is destined to be destroyed by sacrifice.
That is to say, from the very moment of its creation, this world was destined for inevitable destruction.
—The “Twilight of the Gods” would eventually arrive, and nobody could prevent it!
The Three Fates of the Nordic realm did not intervene, indicating that even they were deceived by his scheming.
Sorry, although everything I’ve said is true, and I’m sincerely helping you, it’s these seemingly honest deceivers who are the most dangerous.
Because you will never know what their real purpose is, or what their real scheme is.
Luo En looked up at an exuberant Odin descending from the clouds to share the joy with his kin, lifting the Sigil of All-Encompassing Destruction in his hand, the sinister purple blade reflecting his eyes as deep and abyssal as ever.