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Chapter 186 Sweeping the Nine Worlds

Hearing this, Lu Yifang was filled with an inexplicable feeling of emotion and awe. He knew that he was gradually uncovering the mystery of this world, and it all started from that moment when he lightly touched his brow. At the edge of the universe, under the shining stars, Jane, who was sleeping on the instrument, seemed to have passed through the cracks of time and space and slowly opened her eyes. What came into view was not the familiar white walls of the hospital, but an old man in ancient robes and with a dignified face, weaving the air with a melody she had never heard of, and his complicated gestures were like the tapestry of an ancient spell.

Just as Jane was confused by this language maze of another dimension, a mysterious power quietly surged in her mind, and the old man's words instantly transformed into fluent English, rippling in her heart like magic. Jane was amazed at this sudden ability, but what made her even more dissatisfied was the disrespect in the other party's words.

"Hmph, even if I am dancing with Thor, the son of the stars in Asgard, in the melody of love, you Asgardians should also learn the etiquette of respect. I, Jane, am not the Cinderella in the fairy tale who is at the mercy of others. My dignity is as inviolable as the stars!" She sat up suddenly and tapped the air with her fingers, as if she was drawing the boundaries of defending herself invisibly. Her words were both graceful and powerful that should not be underestimated.

Facing Jane's question, the old man smiled faintly, and his voice was like a bell, echoing throughout the hall: "I am Odin, the king of Asgard, the shield of the nine realms, and the father of the rebellious son. What you feel is the majesty and directness of the gods."

When Jian heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his inner thoughts flashed through his mind like garbled text: "Σ(?д?;), this script is too beyond imagination!"

Just as the atmosphere froze into ice, Thor gently interrupted the awkward confrontation like the light of dawn. "Father, there is an unknown power hidden in Jane's body, which is the key to my pursuit of your wisdom..."

Odin shook his head slightly, wanting to let the matter be resolved by the mortal world, but before he finished speaking, a gentle but firm force came from the side. It was Luna, who broke the deadlock with her unique innocence and wisdom. "Your Majesty, I am a guest of Asgard, but this matter concerns the balance between the two worlds. Moreover, Jane..." Luna's eyes flashed with the light of discovering a new world, "She is actually the descendant of Selene, and has quietly stepped into the threshold of demigod!"

After hearing this, even the well-informed Odin couldn't help but reveal an expression of disbelief. For the first time, his eyes that saw through everything showed admiration and appreciation for the young life. "Selene... you have grown to this point. Time is indeed the most fair sculptor. But, Jane, your journey has just begun..."

At this moment, Jane seemed to be at the intersection of stars and legends. She realized that her story was intertwined with ancient myths in an unprecedented way, writing her own legendary chapter. Under the deep starry sky, Luna's eyes were like the morning light and the night sky. She stared at Odin, as if she had traveled through the long river of time. Once upon a time, she was the goddess of the full moon, Selene, hanging high in the sky, and her status was far from that of Odin, the Lord of the Nine Realms. At that time, he was standing at the pinnacle of victory, having just calmed the huge waves of the frost giants, and his glory was at its peak; while Luna was a lonely princess who had been wandering for thousands of years and whose tribe was scattered, and her figure was looming in the dust of history.

"Time is unforgiving." Luna sighed softly, not only expressing her feelings for Odin, but also her relief for her long journey. Even Odin, the Supreme Ruler of the Nine Realms, could not escape the erosion of time. His face was covered with frost, which were the traces of countless battles and endless years.

Odin looked at Luna, his eyes no longer filled with contempt or neglect, but with deep meaning and wonder. He remembered that on the battlefield of Earth, she had been such an insignificant militia leader, assisting Asgard with her passion and fighting against the frost giants' frost torrents. Now, she has emerged from her cocoon and become a butterfly, her demigod body is shining, and the years seem to be flowing backwards on her, radiating the brilliance of youth, which is in stark contrast to his own declining situation.

The lifespan of the Asgardians is long, far beyond the mortal realm, but Odin's lifespan seems to be bound by invisible shackles. He broke through the realm of demigod and should have lived a million years, but it seems that he has not even reached a fraction of that. This is not only the sadness of personal fate, but also the fate of the Asgardian monarch that cannot escape.

Speaking of his ancestors, Odin's thoughts drifted back to those legendary years. The first god king, Buri, the brave and fearless warrior, eventually fell under the claws of Ymir, the ancestor of the frost giants; and the second god king, Bor, although he won a great victory in the decisive battle with the king of the dark elves, could not escape the mockery of fate, and died of his serious injuries. Odin himself, as the proud continuation of this bloodline, swept across the nine realms and pushed Asgard to unprecedented glory, but in this endless journey, he gradually exhausted the fire of life.

Ymir's curse was like a maggot attached to his bones, corroding his soul and body. Even the most powerful demigod power was gradually worn out over the long years. However, Odin still stood firm, because he still had the last hope in his heart - waiting for the heir who had not yet grown up to take over his burden and continue to protect this land.

Within the Nine Realms, undercurrents surged, and ancient races such as the Frost Giants and Dwarves were ready to move. The fire of rebellion seemed to have never really extinguished; and outside the Nine Realms, the shadow of Hell twice enveloped the Earth, threatening the peace and tranquility of the universe. Odin knew that his time was running out, and he had to pave the way for the future of Asgard in this limited time, so that his successors could lead Asgard to a new dawn in this chaos. In the depths of the Nine Realms where stars and shadows intertwined, the fleet of the Chitauri was like a black tide surging from the underworld, wantonly tearing apart the tranquility of the sky, which was a blatant contempt and provocation for the ancient glory of Asgard. And all this seemed to be a profound sigh of the ancient laws of the universe, foreshadowing that the once glorious Asgard was quietly entering the prelude to dusk.

Odin, the god king who once conquered the nine realms with his thunderbolt, is now like an ancient tree eroded by the wind and frost of time, with the candle of life gradually weakening. Every scar on his body is a mark left by his struggle with the law. Even the Gungnir, the divine spear that symbolizes supreme authority, is too heavy for him to lift.