Attack the myths of the heavens and create the Taoist Tibetan wilderness!.

Chapter 128 The Mark of Creation, the Power of All Things, the Destiny of All Things, the first forward base opened up!

The power that creates all things is the most mysterious.

That is the origin of the world.

All living beings in this world will head towards the origin.

No matter what kind of laws he practices, he must bear the power of creation in the end.

Only by getting close to the power of creation can there be a qualitative change.

Just like Emperor Jun.

He was the one who seized the destiny of the Celtic world, opened the door to the universe, and understood the essence of the creation of the world.

Return your power to its source, back to the original starting point.

The witch clan was not so lucky.

Their powers are naturally strong, and they can control time and space, and master thunder, lightning, water and fire!

But it's also sad.

Because behind their powerful strength, there is no way forward.

The road of the Twelve Ancestral Witches has come to an end.

They can't be as powerful as Father God Pangu.

This is the shackles of blood!
How can someone with a strong bloodline surpass the source?

The ancient witch had no ability to break through this shackles.

They wanted to practice the Taoism of the Yuanshen, but they simply could not produce the Yuanshen.

Because they do not have the mark of creating the world.

The seal is in the hands of the Three Pure Ones.

The Three Pure Ones are Pangu’s primordial spirits, and the mark of Pangu’s creation is in the primordial spirits of these three people.

This is also the reason why Hongjun accepted the three of them as his disciples.

These three people only need a little guidance to become saints.

Will the Three Pure Ones give the Mark of Creation to the Witch Clan?
Obviously not.

They only hate the rudeness and brutality of the witch clan.

But now Xuanming and Zhurong have seen the legacy left by the founder of another world.

Understand the principle of creation of another world.

This world is still constantly changing, created and born from the endless void.

A huge giant appeared among them, it was Ymir, the ancestor of the giants.

He was like Pangu reborn, his huge body constantly evolving in the darkness.

Zhu Rong and Xuan Min seemed to be bystanders, but also seemed to be witnesses.

Come into contact with things from the creation period and feel the changes.

Until Ymir was killed by the three Odin brothers.

His flesh and blood were used to create the entire world.

The world tree was generated in his heart, and then this world stopped moving, making a sound like glass breaking.

"This is creation, and this path is - sacrifice!"

Xuan Ming looked at the shattered world before him and shouted.

This is something indispensable to the witch clan.

The 'Mark of Creation' from another world!
Zhu Rong did not have as high a level of comprehension as Xuan Ming, but he also gained a lot at this time.

click
The shattering sounds were continuous, like firecrackers.

The world before my eyes shattered bit by bit, and finally turned into flying ashes.

Zhu Rong and Xuan Ming returned to the Ice and Frost Palace.

On the towering blue ice tree, the thumb-sized drop of blood turned into a sky full of red light and shadow.

The pair of eyes that had been staring at Xuan Ming also disappeared at this moment.

"The First One Ymir!"

There was a hint of sadness in the voice of the Frost Giant King.

He prostrated himself and kissed the earth to show his highest respect.

Xuanming and Zhurong took a deep breath and bowed again, expressing their gratitude for the insights they had just received.

They have to write down everything and bring it back to the Wu clan.

They have already obtained their best spoils in this expedition.

The huge ice tree also made a crisp sound, and the whole ice tree broke into millions of pieces. The cold air that had lingered for billions of years turned into a whirlwind, spinning up into the sky.

It seemed like he was saying goodbye to them.

"You have been recognized by the First Ancestor Ymir. I can see that Odin and his men will die miserably."

"All gods will fall, and the whole world will return to nothingness!"

“Everything will disappear into nothingness.”

Bergelmire seemed very holy.

His words seemed to become a prophecy, echoing between heaven and earth, carrying a certain power of order.

Xuan Ming nodded.

"I promise you, King of the Frost Giants."

"Odin and his race will return to nothingness as a sacrifice to the great giant ancestor Ymir."

Xuan Ming had benefited from the other party, so she had to repay this karma.

Otherwise, even if she returned to the primitive world, there would still be an obstacle in her heart.

"Yes, we will kill Odin, destroy everything, and use it as a sacrifice to the great god of creation."

Zhu Rong also took the oath.

Before, he seemed like a ball of wildfire, manic, lively, and full of wildness.

But now he is a steadily burning divine fire.

After experiencing countless years from the creation of the Nordic world to the death of Ymir, Zhu Rong's heart will not be easily disturbed by external forces.

"I think we'll see this moment!"

Bergelmir raised the corner of his mouth, as if he could see through time and space and saw the painful wails of the gods. The wrinkles on his face also smoothed out.

He could finally fulfill the hatred of his ancestor and return to nothingness together.

"We need to digest this power and build a place here that can accommodate our friends!"

Xuan Ming looked at the Frost Giant King and said.

"You can choose any place in Jotunheim!"

Bergelmire said this with all sincerity.

"Just right here!"

"When our army arrives, we will attack Asgard together with the Frost Giants!"

Xuan Ming said loudly.

"I will prepare my warriors. They will be happy to bathe in the blood of the gods!"

After saying this, Bergelmire looked at the pile of broken ice and walked out.

"This time we..."

Zhu Rong waited for Bergelmir to leave, then looked at Xuan Ming excitedly.

"We have gained a lot, but don't forget our mission!" Xuan Ming reminded.

"Well, we have gained the trust of the Frost Giants. We should send a message out."

Zhu Rong also nodded.

The two of them came to this world as vanguards to find out the strength of this world.

At the same time, a base will be built to supply subsequent expeditionary forces to descend into the world of Norse mythology and launch expeditionary operations.

Now the goal has been achieved.

They just need to report it and then continue to digest their own gains.

As soon as he thought about it, a panel emitting a mysterious light appeared in front of Xuan Ming.

There is still a lot of information jumping on it.

[Xuan Ming: Heavenly Emperor, Zhu Rong and I have descended to Jotunheim, the place where the Frost Giants who have a blood feud with the Odin clan live. We have gained the trust of the King of the Frost Giants. Other Taoist friends can come and join us at any time.]

Xuanming's words were followed by a coordinate address.

It was her first time using this chat box, and she seemed a little serious.

[Donghuang Taiyi: You guys are so fast? I'm still fighting with a half-dead person. How come she is so durable?]

While Donghuang Taiyi was fighting Hela, he also took the time to send messages.

He is very powerful, even stronger than Hela.

But the other party is in Helheim, his own country, with endless undead to help him.

There is also Gam, the vicious dog raised by Hela.

(End of this chapter)