I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 196 A God Who Doesn't Exist?

Loki walked along the starlight-paved path of the divine realm, surrounded by floating islands and palaces that exuded an ancient aura.

This place is a gathering place for beings from various pantheons. Some retain human form, while others completely surpass the imagination of carbon-based life. There is an intelligent being with eight eyes, a spirit formed from flames, and even a stream of light that constantly changes geometric shape.

Just as he was about to head to the Pantheon, a voice came from the side.

"Oh my, isn't this the god of mischief from Asgard?"

Loki stopped and turned to look at the source of the sound.

Standing there was a man dressed in traditional Japanese clothing, with an overly enthusiastic smile on his face.

Tianjin Wengxing, a deity from Takamagahara in the land of the dead, is known for his wicked nature. He lives in seclusion in the land of the dead and rarely appears in the divine realm.

"Is it you?"

There was little friendliness in Loki's eyes.

He had met this guy once before, and his impression of him was quite bad.

"Of course it's me."

"What, can't I come to the realm of the gods? Or is it that—having been banished from Asgard, you feel ashamed to see me?"

Weng Xing from Tianjin approached with a smile.

Loki narrowed his eyes.

This guy's got good connections.

"What's it to you?"

"If you don't have anything to do, don't block the way."

His tone turned cold.

"Don't be so cold."

Tianjin Weng Xing's smile remained unchanged, but a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes.

"I only heard that you were driven out by the goddess Frigg, so I came to pay my respects. After all—a fallen deity is a rare sight in the divine realm."

Loki didn't reply.

He gave the other person a deep look. For some reason, this Tianjin Weng Xing gave him an extremely uncomfortable feeling, as if something was wriggling under his skin.

He ignored the other party's provocation and walked straight into the depths of the divine kingdom.

Tianjin Wengxing stood there, watching Loki's departing figure, the smile slowly fading from his face.

"interesting----"

He muttered to himself, his figure silently blending into the shadows and disappearing from sight.

The Pantheon of the Divine Kingdom stands majestically in the center of the sea of stars, with twelve towering pillars carved with totems of various pantheons.

When Loki arrived, a burly figure was leaning against a stone pillar at the entrance, arms crossed, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Loki?"

Hercules, a demigod hero in the Greek pantheon, is now one of the guardians of the Pantheon.

"How strange. You've come to the Kingdom of God for refuge?"

Loki stopped ten steps from the gate.

"I have something to discuss with Zeus."

"Please inform them."

His tone was calm.

"To see the King of the Gods?"

What do you need?

Hercules straightened up, his three-meter-tall body casting a large shadow.

Thousands of years ago, the two great pantheons of Norse mythology and Greek mythology enjoyed a honeymoon period and even jointly established a glorious civilization on Earth.

However, due to some unknown conflicts, the relationship completely broke down.

Ultimately, Earth was incorporated into the Nine Realms system and placed under the jurisdiction of Asgard, while the Greek pantheon retreated to its divine realm, and the two sides have not had formal contact for over a thousand years.

"It's very important."

"It concerns a new god."

Loki met Hercules' scrutinizing gaze with composure.

"New God?"

"Are you sure? There's no record of a new god's birth in the pantheon of gods, and we haven't received any notification from the Celestial Gods."

Hercules frowned.

The pantheon of gods is the most authoritative register of deities in the universe.

Almost all known gods, including Loki who inherited his godhood, leave their mark on it.

This is the infrastructure that the Celestials use to maintain the divine order of the universe, and it is virtually impossible for it to go wrong.

"What did you say?"

"No new gods?"

Loki's heart skipped a beat.

For the first time, his expression showed a noticeable change.

Ye Feng is absolutely a god! The texture and pressure of that divine power cannot be faked.

But what does it mean if it's not recorded in the pantheon's genealogy?

"Are you sure that's the new god?"

"What does it look like? What are its divine characteristics? Perhaps it's just an incarnation of some ancient being?"

Hercules pressed on.

Loki quickly composed himself.

"Maybe I'm mistaken."

"Thank you for letting me know."

He brushed it off lightly.

No record.

This terrified Loki more than any answer.

A deity not recorded in the pantheon of gods, a being possessing the oppressive aura of a god-king yet less than five hundred years old —

Ye Feng's background is probably much more complicated than he imagined.

"Not even five hundred years old, God-King level, outside the diagram—"

"Ye Feng, what exactly are you?"

Loki muttered to himself, a complex light flickering in his eyes.

Hercules, watching Loki's ever-changing expressions, wondered to himself: Could it be that this guy's mental state has been affected too much by being expelled from Asgard?

Since the divine realm couldn't provide an answer, Loki decided to take a gamble.

He needs power, the power that will prevent anyone from looking down on him.

The seed of the microcosm that Ye Feng gave us might be the key.

He did not speak further with Hercules and turned to walk towards the dwelling place of the gods.

This place covers a vast area, and because the number of gods is already small, each courtyard is several miles apart, separated by flowing nebulae and energy barriers, ensuring absolute privacy.

Loki randomly chose an empty courtyard.

In the center of the courtyard stands a glowing crystal tree, beneath which is a smooth meditation platform.

After marking the courtyard with his divine power to indicate that it belonged to someone and releasing several barriers, Loki slowly walked to the meditation platform.

In the divine realm, dwellings marked by divine power are generally not disturbed, because doing so would create a deadly feud between the gods, and the Celestial Gods would not allow a deadly battle between the gods!

He sat down cross-legged and took out the Seed of the Microcosm.

The seed slowly rotated in his palm, its interior shimmering with the light of stars.

Loki could feel it calling to him; the resonance went deep into his soul.

"Secondary Evolution of Divinity —"

He murmured Ye Feng's words repeatedly.

If this is true, if he can transcend existing boundaries—

Loki no longer hesitated.

He closed his eyes, and his divine power slowly enveloped the seed as he began to attempt to fuse with it.

At first, it felt warm and soothing, like soaking in a hot spring.

But soon, a change occurred. The divine power within him began to stir, colliding and merging violently with this external force.

Loki broke out in a cold sweat.

This was much more difficult than he had anticipated, with two forces vying for dominance.

"Hold on—"

He gritted his teeth, countless images flashing through his mind: Odin's disappointed eyes, Thor's back surrounded by admirers, and the moment his mother Frigga tearfully banished him from the Golden Palace.

He will absolutely not give up like this.

Earth, New York apartment.

Wanda sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold.

Her gaze kept drifting to the corner of the living room, where a three-meter-tall Destroyer Armor stood. Although it had lost its activity, it still exuded a chilling aura.

"Your Majesty, are we really not going to care about Asgard?"

She finally couldn't help but ask.

The battle with the Destroyer shattered her and Pietro's confidence.

They originally thought that with their chaos magic and speed, they could at least gain a foothold in the supernatural realm.

But the reality is, they couldn't even last three minutes against a true divine creation.

"Need not."

"Thor is the rightful heir to Asgard, and Odin arranged everything before he went into slumber. Asgard cannot cause any major trouble until the Allfather controls the overflowing divine power and awakens naturally."

Ye Feng was standing in front of the Destroyer Armor, his fingers tracing the Uru steel patterns on the surface of the armor.

His tone was calm, but his gaze never left his armor.

In Marvel's original lore, the Destroyer is the ultimate weapon forged by all the gods, allowing the wearer to challenge opponents beyond their level.

In the comics, Riodin once used it to severely damage the Celestials.

Although the cinematic universe's performance was somewhat diminished, the materials and craftsmanship remain top-notch.

"Uru Divine Steel————"

Ye Feng muttered to himself.

This divine metal, a specialty of Asgard, has an astonishingly high efficiency in conducting energy, especially divine power, and also possesses the property of amplifying divine power.

In comparison, the mysterious metal used to forge the divine armor, while also excellent, always felt somewhat inferior.

"Could it be that mortal forging skills are ultimately limited?"

He seemed to be deep in thought.

While Doom and Reed are both outstanding, each has their own expertise; perhaps the dwarves are more skilled at crafting artifacts.

"Perhaps I should go to Nidavellir."

The thought popped into Ye Feng's mind.

The Dwarven Kingdom, a sacred land for forging in the universe, can even create artifacts like the Infinity Gauntlet.

If we can persuade the Dwarf King Etri, perhaps the Divine Robe can undergo a transformation.

But Nidavellir is a vassal state of Asgard, under the direct protection of Odin.

Without the permission of that god-king, outsiders cannot enter at all.

"We have to wait for Odin to awaken."

Ye Feng made a decision.

He had originally planned to make a deal with Asgard, and once the Allfather awoke, everything could be put on the negotiating table.

Pietro strolled out of the kitchen, a sandwich in hand: "So now we're just—waiting?"

"Wait, and prepare."

"Loki has obtained the seed, Thanos is operating in the shadows, and the Infinity Stones are beginning to appear. A storm is brewing, and what we need to do is not drift along with the storm, but become those who can control it."

Ye Feng finally turned around and looked at the twins.

He walked to the window and looked up at the New York night sky.

The city has just been attacked by destroyers, but reconstruction work is already underway.

Human resilience always exceeds expectations.

"Wanda, your chaos magic still has a lot of room for improvement. Pietro, speed isn't everything; you need to learn to think at high speed."

"Next time, I don't want to see you pushed to the brink again."

Ye Feng's tone was calm yet powerful.

The brother and sister exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

Just then, Ye Feng suddenly sensed something and turned to look into the depths of the starry sky.

He could sense that in some corner of the divine kingdom, the seed of the microcosm had successfully taken root and begun to sprout.

"The stakes have been placed."

"Now, let's see how the pieces move next."