Chapter 744 Sublimation
At the mont, Ye Qingxuan had gained unprecedented power and was more powerful than ever.
But while he gained strength, he was also restrained by Odin's position and mission, becoming his scapegoat. No, the old musician was already destined to die, but at the mont, he was dragging Ye Qingxuan down with him.
At the mont, in Ye Qingxuan's consciousness, countless voices sounded one after another, countless desires to create constantly surged, and countless elaborate ideas gushed out like spring water.
The obsessions blended into Odin's divinity urged him, motivated him, and tugged at him, pressing him down on Odin's throne, forcing him to complete the world in Odin's stead like a puppet.
At the mont, Ye Qingxuan had replaced Odin, no, he had beco Odin!
Such was the best way!
Nothing could be better!
How could the crazy idea of the nine worlds be completed by Odin alone?
But after adding the Net of Aether and Leviathan in, there would be no problem at all!
In terms of collating resources and making use of power, who in the whole world could compare to Ye Qingxuan, who had often created miracles by throwing a sprat to catch a mackerel? Such a thing could only be accomplished by him, and no one else.
Ye Qingxuan even suspected that from the very mont the old musician saw him appearing in Asgard, the old man had made up his mind to use Ye Qingxuan to complete all these.
The old musician subtly compelled Ye Qingxuan, guiding the latter through his understanding of the young man, letting Ye Qingxuan embark on the road that the old musician wanted the most, and making Ye Qingxuan stay!
Ye Qingxuan wouldn't only stay for the night, but stay forever.
He would be completely combined with the nine worlds!
At the mont, Ye Qingxuan could hardly counter the divinity surging madly in his body anymore. His consciousness was rapidly becoming vague, assimilated by the great things in the divinity. His human emotions were cut off, making him view everything in the world from a supre perspective.
The supre power gathered in his hands, supre joy surged in his heart.
Between the heavens and the earth, no more mystery or difficult problem could trouble him.
At the mont, he only had one mission and one thought left.
Go and create.
Go and lay the foundation of the earth and set the skies.
Go and play the rry song of creation!
The nine worlds shall erge from my hands, and I shall complete the great, unprecedented feat.
I shall be integrated into the supre domain and exist forever together with the nine worlds!
"Mortal beings like are destined to die when we bite off more than we can chew and poke a finger into the power of God, but you are not the sa, Hand of God." The hoarse voice of the old musician rang out in his consciousness. "You are strong, far surpassing . You are a hero capable of bringing about a whole new era. I will eventually die, but you...
"will be with Asgard from now on!"
...
What in the world was the best way to deal with one's enemy?
It was to make one's enemy one's friends.
After being the first to break the taboo, Asgard was besieged by Anglo and the Caucasus overnight. Originally, it was no big deal. Asgard was rich and had plenty of assets. It could afford to drag the war out, and it was still hard to say who would be the winner in the end.
But who could have thought that, other than Ye Qingxuan, whose power defied all reason, the Caucasus had a trump card nad the Son of God?
For Asgard, the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse. Regardless of whether Charles or the Sacred City was to erge victorious, it would be difficult for Asgard to remain intact. Under such a situation, not only must the old musician sacrifice the emperor, he had to sacrifice himself as well.
But what would happen after he left?
After losing its emperor and leader, which path could the entire Asgard take?
But at the very mont, a wonderful candidate appeared in front of the old musician.
Ye Qingxuan!
It would be difficult to reach a consensus about who the most powerful person in the mortal realm was. However, regarding who the most talented person was, there was probably only one answer, naly Ye Qingxuan, the Prince of Avalon and the Hand of God, who had stirred up a great storm, having single-handedly created the Net of Aether and laid the foundation for the fate of Anglo in the next century.
So things beco a lot easier.
The old musician just needed to get Ye Qingxuan on his side.
Using the entire national strength of Asgard as his capital to gamble, the old musician suppressed Ye Qingxuan with an imposing manner. Lured step-by-step by the old musician, Ye Qingxuan walked into the trap one step after another.
At the mont, Ye Qingxuan had been completely transford into Odin, having absorbed all the power of Odin and Vanaheim. After he had burned himself out to establish the nine worlds, he would completely beco a part of Asgard.
The price of obtaining the power comparable to God was that he could never leave the territory of Asgard, and must even shoulder the burden of sheltering Asgard in the upcoming storm, even for the sake of protecting himself.
It was hard to say whether Ye Qingxuan would still be Ye Qingxuan then.
The sublimation of divinity necessarily represented the peeling off of human nature.
When the sublimation was completed, Ye Qingxuan would no longer exist in the world, and only Odin, the supre god of the nine worlds, would remain!
No plan could be better than making one's enemy fight for oneself and give his all to keep oneself safe.
At the mont, Ye Qingxuan had beco a god, operating between the heavens and the earth.
In the domain where the realm of aether and the physical world overlapped, a uniquely divine domain was created from the void.
Flanked by countless elents, the hymn of creation resounded.
The land of fire and the land of ice were born again from the void.
The dead plains were once again filled with vitality.
The miracle perford by the god took place on the land.
As the nine worlds grew and were perfected, Ye Qingxuan felt that he had beco light. He was detached from the limited senses of human beings and acquired unimagined relief and freedom.
He could "see" sounds thousands of miles away and "hear" the various colors of the tides of Anglo. He touched the innurable molecules dissipating in the flas and tasted the nectar of the stars and the skies. Once again, he was transford into aether. Countless forms of him gathered together, turning into the ubiquitous sea of aether and touched the world.
And so, he could see Charles fighting against the holy spirits thousands of miles away, above the ruins of the Golden Palace, and the dazzling pair of wings fluttering between the heavens and the earth. He also saw that light brighter than tens of thousands of himself burning in Charles' body.
Finally, he saw the King of Blue looking into the distance silently at the end of the World of Dark in the north. He also saw the king clad in red coldly gazing at him from the highest point of the city of steel.
Ye Qingxuan was on the rise.
He passed through the layers of dinsions in the realm of aether, went up further, passed the Sacred City, passed Eden, and flitted past the Land of Dreams that seed to have a strong yearning for him.
He reached the end of matter, and his spirit was extracted from ordinary flesh and blood, ascending as a divine spirit, and he spilled grace into the void.
He would no longer feel anger, sadness, or confusion...
With the magnificent sublimation, Ye Qingxuan felt sothing fading from his consciousness bit by bit, making him more complete, more perfect, and more extraordinary.
He was only one step away from the final goal of perfection.
One step...
But he lingered for a long ti without taking the one step forward. A voice was telling him not to go forward any further, but soon, the voice gradually disappeared, thrown away from his pure spirituality, sprinkling towards the mortal realm.
Nothing was holding him back anymore.
Nothing except the sudden obstruction in front of him.
Among the brilliant flares, the huge country burned itself, forcibly rising to the front of Ye Qingxuan, becoming a barrier, blocking his final path.
It was the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth.
"Ye Qingxuan, don't go any further." Mary's phantom image erged from it, gazing at Ye Qingxuan, a gap cracking open on her face. "Otherwise...otherwise..." Looking at Ye Qingxuan's indifferent expression, after hesitating for a long ti, she summoned up great courage. "Otherwise I will never forgive you!"
Who is she?
Who is Ye Qingxuan?
Why should she forgive ?
Why should I be forgiven?
The pure light set off faint ripples, as if He was thinking, but soon, He realized sothing.
Why think?
Why should I be limited to the drudgery of mortal beings?
The light passed through the phantom image of Mary, through the incorporeal tears of nothingness and the sad expression. Finally, He passed through the layers of barriers of the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth and took the last step toward the supre domain.
And He ca to an abrupt stop.
Because a white palm of erged from the void, appearing with her was the magnificent scene of the City in the Sky.
The jade city in the skies appeared, with five towns and 12 buildings.
The Great Wall appeared, blocking his path, and the gate opened. A vague and slender phantom image of the master of the palm appeared from the distant ti and space, together with an angry pair of eyes.
"You barbaric won only know how to cry and cry so more, how troubleso!" She cast a glance at Mary and snorted. "Forget it, at least you did a favor by delaying him." As she said so, she withdrew her gaze and looked at Ye Qingxuan's contours, which had lost their true appearance, and her gaze beca more and more annoyed.
"I don't have ti to hit you up." She lifted one foot and abruptly kicked Ye Qingxuan on the face. "Cousin, get your *ss down there first!"
At the mont, in the deepest void of the realm of aether, the place closest to the Originator, unprecedentedly chaos erupted.
As if all the turbulence in the world had gathered together, converging into a line, then a spot.
Then, it erupted with a rumble!
Zhaodang [1]!
As Zhaodang erupted, as if it had exhausted all its power, the projection of the City in the Sky dissipated in the void. However, upon being trampled head-on by her, the light was kicked back into the physical world. He broke holes in the wonderlands of several schools along the way, and after stirring up complicated turbulence in the sea of aether, He fell back to the border between the physical world and the realm of aether.
What happened?
Where am I?
Who am I?
What am I doing?
The light could no longer remain pure and began thinking again, but it was difficult for Him to get an answer.
A slender figure erged, wearing a skirt as red as fire, from the turbulence in the high-level dinsions. She was holding a lapful of things in her arms, bouncing and looking around, humming a song, like she was looking for sothing.
"Oh, you ca here!" She appeared before the light, bending down to look at the empty light. "Also, why did you throw things all over the place!" She scooped up the shattered pieces of light from her lap and stuffed it one by one into the light. "I wasted a lot of effort going around to pick them up for you. Rember to thank ! Check and see whether anything is missing. If it isn't complete, we can continue looking around."
As she said so, she unreasonably and brutally stuffed the humanity and mory of the mortal being into the divinity. Despite clearly being incompatible with each other like water and fire, at the mont, they were smoothly connected under her palm.
It was natural, as if it had been slted in a furnace.
So, fear ca back, confusion ca back, and greed ca back...
The first thing he felt was numbness.
It was followed by depression, then by a struggling unwillingness, followed by anger beyond words, and finally, a denial towards this death!
I am Ye Qingxuan.
I am not dead...
At the mont, Ye Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes in the kingdom of the nine worlds.
I, am still alive!
[1] A tactic exclusively used by Bai Xi in the novel. It ans pounding.
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