747 Have a Taste of Your Own Medicine (1/2)

Since the Nine Great Worlds could not form, they would have to settle for the next best thing and preserve Asgard's last deterrent power.

For this, the old musician would not hesitate to make the Quiet Moon his goal. As long as he mastered the power and elements of the Quiet Moon, then as far as any musician was concerned, Asgard would be put in a hopeless situation.

After the Wyrmrest enchantment spread over the entire country, Asgard, which had lost its musicians, would no longer fear the challenge of any musician. With its current huge amount of national strength as the foundation, no matter what kind of war they faced Asgard could fight it!

At this moment, the light was like a flame burning the arrays on the Tree of World. Odin's divinity used this as a bridge, rushing towards the Quiet Moon and infecting it.

Replace a god with a god, gain strength from strength.

Exchange Odin, who was destined to remain unformed, for a true God!

Now, Ye Qingxuan had no way to interfere with the battle. Nor did he dare to. He still had to suppress the power of the Nine Great Worlds, integrate it into the Land of Dreams, and turn it into a true divine domain. Moreover, if the Quiet Moon considered his intervention to be hostile, things would go very badly for Ye Qingxuan!

Now, he had already been expelled from the war by the old musician, and all he could do was watch.

He could only witness the terrible battle between Odin and the Quiet Moon.

He watched the moon fall little by little towards the cage that the old musician had made.

He watched Odin burning under the moonlight's disintegration and gradually collapse until finally the last ray of moonlight was swallowed up by Vanaheim.

In just ten or so minutes, the Three Pillar God suffered its second loss after Hyakume.

With the god prototype that Ye Qingxuan had built, the power of the Quiet Moon was completely swallowed up by Vanaheim under the old musician's impetus.

And, as a cost, all the old musician's divinity was burnt to ash.

Odin was no more.

There was no victor in the battle between the two gods. Only Asgard was the victor.

The divine realm slowly dissipated, and Vanaheim was once again hidden beneath the earth without a trace. But now everyone in the world probably knew that Asgard possessed the power and elements of the Quiet Moon.

The old musician's illusion appeared beneath the ruined earth, seeming to be his last flash of activity before the end. He tipped his hat and saluted to Ye Qingxuan, and thanked him for all his ”help” to Asgard.

In the end, Ye Qingxuan had been used by the old musician.

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and smiled bitterly. ”You planned this all along?” he asked.

”You've already seen the best outcome. This here is the worst.” The old musician smiled self-deprecatingly, and cracks appeared on his face. A clear sound came from the depths of his body. It was the countdown to his death.

Everything that he was had burned along with Odin. His final obsession would disappear from heaven and earth along with the achievement of his desires. But in his final glance at his home soil, his eyes were still filled with attachment and reluctance to part.

He had succeeded.

Even if it was only minimal success, even if this was the worst result possible from his plan, he had still left behind the best protection for the people of Asgard.

To be able to let Asgard continue through the coming years of turmoil, to give it the power to not collapse…

”Can I ask you to look after Asgard for me from now on?” The old musician looked at Ye Qingxuan. ”If you one day create a new world, can you not spare a bit of compassion for the people of Asgard?”

”You're about to die and you're still thinking about this?” Ye Qingxuan asked indifferently. But the old musician did not answer. He just looked at him with pleading eyes. Ye Qingxuan was silent for a while, then nodded. ”I promise.”

”That's good.” The old musician smiled with relief, then sat on the ground. Cracks ruptured all over his body. His time had run out.

”My body was not enough...” He gazed greedily at the world that was riddled with holes and whispered, ”It has become so ugly, but I still… It is difficult to abandon such a world.”

He murmured. He sighed. He gazed. He cared.

He closed his eyes.

In the faint wind, he quietly dissolved into dust.

…

”Well, I'm off too.” Elsa glanced at Ye Qingxuan. Even her usually rambunctious self was still now. As she looked at Ye Qingxuan, her expression became sad. She said nothing. She just reached out and pinched Ye Qingxuan's face.

”What's wrong?” Ye Qingxuan asked.

”You are also an Emperor now.” Elsa shook her head dully. ”Grandpa said that Emperors can't be friends with each other.”

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile and shake his head. ”I'm not an Emperor, and I won't ever be.” He reached out and tapped her on the forehead. ”So can we still be friends?”

Her sadness dissipated, and she looked at him with wide eyes. There was a flame of joy burning in her crystal clear eyes that radiated light. ”If you have time, can you come see me?”

”Definitely.” Ye Qingxuan grinned. ”We'll be friends forever, right?”

”Yes, yes, yes!” Elsa nodded her head vigorously, and her flamelike hair shook out. She was still the crazy girl she had been. She took out the little thing that she had been carrying and stuffed it into Ye Qingxuan's hands.

”Oh, and this. I rewove it. Don't lose it!”

Ye Qingxuan touched his hand and found the familiar straw doll. But it seemed to have undergone complicated and theory alchemical recasting. The silk threads seemed to give off light as if it was immortal, and round, ugly face was no longer like it used it be. Now it resembled his own.

”Ok.” He clutched the doll and watched the Empress who was cheerful as a crazy girl disappear in the flames.

After a while, he put Elsa's gift away and walked towards the depths of the destroyed battlefield. Although Odin was dead, there were still some valuable things left.

For example, the Tree of World that contained Gungnir's alchemy arrays. Even though the front of it had borne the Quiet Moon's assault, it still survived and had not been destroyed along with Odin.

However, at that moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared from the void, and in the instant when Ye Qingxuan's reaction was delayed, it opened its mouth wide and gripped the Tree of World within it. Two pitch-black wings unfurled and it fled quickly.