When Does This World Have a Blood Bar Displayed?

  Chapter 547 Beginning and origin

  Nine nights were hanging from a wind-swaying tree, stabbed by a spear...

  Sacrifice to myself, on the tree that no one knows...

  —"Poetic Edda"

  …

  In the distant past of the Nordic world, there used to be a fountain of wisdom.

  It is located in the dwelling place of giants, that is, in Jotunheim, next to the second root of the world tree Uktra Hill. The spring is guarded by Mimir, hence the name.

When the gods did not dare to approach, the king of the Asaph clan sacrificed his right eye to connect himself with the spring of Mimir, because that eye has been immersed in the spring of wisdom, so it is equivalent to In exchange for unparalleled wisdom and insight through sacrifice, it is possible to glimpse all destiny and ancient knowledge.

Then…

  This great god-king also knew a huge secret.

   This secret made the queen Frigga feel extremely worried, and became taciturn, sitting in front of the spinning wheel all day spinning the mysterious golden thread. This secret also made the King of God worry about it, trying his best to postpone the arrival of that day, and at the same time trying to find hope that can resist fate.

The King of God spares no effort to enhance his own strength. Through the spring of Mimir and the one-eyed eye immersed in the spring, the wisdom and insight he has obtained are almost unlimited. What happened in the past and what will happen in the future can grasp the…

   Even those things that have not happened in the past and will not appear in the future, He can know.

  So.

  Through a mysterious omen that has not been recorded by time and does not know when it happened—

Odin has noticed the existence of the mysteries of the universe that even the gods don't know, can't realize, and can't understand... It's just the knowledge of real power, which usually has to be exchanged for sacrifices, especially those that even the gods shouldn't be able to understand. This is often even more so with the knowledge you get your hands on.

   Can't even find the sacrifice...

  Because there is no sacrifice that meets this standard in the Nine Realms, even the gods...

Only the **** king himself was stabbed by a spear, proclaimed in his own name, offered himself as a sacrifice, and rode on the universe with the World Tree as a horse... After nine days and nine nights of rituals, almost all the gods The king and the cornerstone of the entire Nordic world were sacrificed together to meet the requirements.

However…

  Fate is not by chance, but by choice.

  —

  A three-color rainbow bridge of ice, fire, and air spans the void.

  The violent wind blows endlessly against the World Tree. It is a storm that is so violent that it sweeps across the boundless void, like endless thunder, almost endless and endless.

It’s just that compared to the Uktra Hill whose leaves are always green, whose branches support the weight of the universe, and whose roots run through the whole world—for this tree that sprouted in the "past", flourished in the "present", and extended to the infinite "future" "The great majestic ash tree.

  But it can only be regarded as a violent wind.

  The endless gust of wind made the tree of the world rustle, and the lush branches and leaves were like a cover, and waves of ripples were also swept up. Every gap on the branches, leaves and buds hides infinite infinity, and the corners of the branches and leaves that are slightly lifted by the wind can always reveal the many stars and universes hidden in them.

  —It’s this dream again...

  —like some kind of emotion, or like a thought that simply flashed...

The invisible ghost quietly watched this scene from a distance, and quietly watched the development of everything, but it has neither feeling nor consciousness about it. It seems that thinking and emotion have disappeared, and it seems that it has lost the name "" The concept of "self", after all, is just an invisible, ghostly being, so it just exists here aimlessly.

   From the perspective of an absolute bystander, I saw and heard what happened in this place.

   Or rather, something that happened...

   Just watching again and again, just watching...

   Again and again, again and again, this repeated dream is monotonous and boring, just repeating the endless cycle. It's like being in a trance, in a dream, dreaming the same dream over and over again, dreaming of the same thing.

  The ghost who foresaw the ending is an irresponsible **** who knows everything but does nothing.

  No expectation, no hope, no opinion.

  How many times has such a constant reincarnation been repeated so far? He also didn't have an answer to this question, not because he didn't know, but because he didn't calculate it, probably because he didn't think it was necessary. Because no matter how many times, he's neither amusing nor bored.

   Just like not exploring why you are here.

  Ah, because all meanings don’t exist, just “existing” is enough.

  So...the invisible ghost that doesn't belong to this time and space is just quietly watching the "story" unfold again.

The wind was howling, and the great **** who was hanging upside down on the tree had obviously become weaker. Blood was dripping from the shining wound on the body of the god, and the bright divine radiance was still contained in it, as if it wanted to illuminate the whole body. The sky and the earth distort light and time.

  Even though it has become dimmer now, it is still hotter and more dazzling than a million suns combined.

   The dripping divine blood runs through the deep light-year distance.

  The roots, branches and leaves of the World Tree were also contaminated.

  The dripping divine blood is burning and glowing all the time, as if it has eroded through reality, spreading on the timeline and creating countless possibilities. Every moment a new world sprouts in the blood, but also every moment, a different world disappears and dissolves in the blood.

-coming.

  —This is the time.

  The invisible, ghost-like existence just watched quietly, and already knew the ending of all this, just like it had seen countless times before.

  The next moment, the ritual of nine days and nine nights finally came to an end.

   It was almost watered by the blood of the gods for nine days and nine nights, and the whole tree began to glow. The great **** who was hanging upside down on the tree was in a daze, and when he realized this, he shouted excitedly.

  He struggled to look under the extremely huge World Tree, and finally saw the ultimate wisdom he was after.

  The divine blood on the stem and branches was shining, mixing with the leaves and buds.

   Even the world tree that runs through the Nine Realms and supports countless time, space and stars seems to be slowly becoming distorted and abstract—

Even with the infinity hidden in it, all the tangible and intangible phenomena of many universes have undergone inexplicable disturbances. Those numbers, constants, concepts, and even logical conclusions of nothingness cannot be described by any rhetoric. Something like an extraordinary law that can be vaguely expressed by suggestion...

   At this moment, it was deduced in an extremely intuitive way.

   In other words, it is concretized as a great aggregate.

The scale that determines everything, the power that defines everything, maintains everything under the Oneness... They are burning and shining, turning into abstract and distorted mysterious symbols... That is truly exhausting the mysteries of the universe, almost omnipotent Origin of runes.

  The great **** hanging upside down on the tree was so excited, he shouted ecstatically...

   screaming...

   Then, without warning, it stopped suddenly.

The one eye of the Great God suddenly looked into the empty void, as if he was watching the invisible ghost that should not exist, and also seemed to see the beyond comprehension face behind the ghost, the endless face, the ghost is also far away It cannot represent all, and it does not show the whole picture of the invisible and huge things represented behind it.

  The one-eyed **** king seemed to be puzzled, and then he showed a bit of astonishment and astonishment, as if he had seen something extremely unbelievable. After being at a loss, he fell into a long silence.

for a long time…

for a long time…

  In the long, almost hopeless silence, there is only the sound of the strong wind between the sky and the earth.

   "So, so that's how it is... Is this also fate..."

In a trance, it seemed that he finally realized something faintly. The **** king laughed silently, and the laughter became louder and louder. Even his perfect and powerful body full of divine blood trembled crazily. There is almost a sense of madness.

  Amid the almost maniacal laughter, the God King closed his one eye in pain, and squeezed out his trembling and angry words from his throat—

   "Regaruk..."

  —

   "Norse mythology still has a lot of space, at least one-third of it alone..."

   "The rest are the pies of different sects and myths, which together account for two-thirds of the remaining..."

Flipping through the old yellowed books in her hands, she turned her head away from time to time, and quickly swipe on the data terminal with her slender and white fingers, from paper documents to electronic records, and cooperated with the investigation, the blond monster girl frowned slightly. brow.

   "It's the same no matter how you search. Although there are other religions and mythological systems, they are obviously derived from the world tree as the core..."

   "Does this reveal anything?"

  Alice was thoughtful. She frowned, thinking of something vaguely, but she was not sure, so she could only look out the window of the library.

Just like an ordinary city, you can see the tall buildings of the skyline, you can see the forest made of reinforced concrete, people come and go, the traffic is busy, and the stream is endless. They are in the library in the city center, and the sunshine outside the window spilled in.

  You can see the sky and clouds, but you can't see the horizon at the end rising up like a ring, forming a clear arc.

  Although all the information clearly points out that this is a ring world in the interstellar age—

A huge ring-shaped structure revolving around the stars. The new world is built on one side of the inner ring. It has an incomparably vast land and space. The surface area is far more than a million times larger than that of the old earth. All the old worlds converge in Here, the picture scroll of the dismembered planet is unfolded again...

  Where they are now is just an insignificant small area above it.

   "Of course it makes sense. The background of the world can reveal a lot of information. Even if it is constructed in a fantasy, the subconscious activities of the founder must be contained in it. This is the clue shown to us..."

  The realm monster said seriously.

"That guy has obviously fallen asleep too dead. There is no way to directly wake him up and get him out of the dream realm. He doesn't have such a self-awareness, so we can only look for clues from these information. .He specially called us here, and he must have such an idea..."

"Ok…"

  Alice nodded slightly, but did not express any opinion on this.

"This world is really interesting. A new insight into mythology, a story with the same origin, changed the details and spread widely, and finally was criticized by everyone... Or because of the majestic cultural heritage that has passed through the years. Phenomena caused by the migration of immigrants and peoples..."

  The realm monster looks like a scholar who is full of bookishness and studying hard.

"But if we look at it on a more macro level, do similar phenomena appear in different worlds? Historical changes in the human world affect the world of gods, beliefs and culture change, and myths change accordingly. This is debatable. , in turn, or as observers of each other..."

  “Among the myths we know, the Bible basically replaces Norse mythology, so the connection between them is very interesting…”

  “For example, in the beginning of the creation of the world in the Bible, the face of the abyss was dark, the earth was void and formless, and the Spirit of God was moving…”

   "In Nordic mythology, it goes back to the earliest time. Before the world was born, there was also a great abyss, called the Jinlunga Chasm. There was only endless emptiness and chaos, and the invisible Orlaug had existed for a long time..."

   "Well, why does it feel like they are exactly the same..."

(PS: ~~>_<~~ Who else is the chosen one, is it okay so far? I can't stand it anymore, I feel more serious, it really looks like It's like dying... The old people around me are also falling ill one by one, everyone needs to be taken care of, and everything and work are at a standstill...)

  (end of this chapter)