His voice was deep, and the wind he brought up when he spoke was like the cold current of the arctic glacier. However, this bit of cold air has no effect on Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong, the two ancestral witches who are famous in the ancient world for their physical bodies. However, there seemed to be an unusual stagnation in this cold air. Xuan Ming frowned slightly, feeling as if he was facing Zhu Jiuyin directly... That was because the speed of time was changing! The king of the frost giants might have mastered the power of time, otherwise he wouldn't be able to change the flow of time around him with just a thought. However, at this time, Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong's attention was awakened by the words Begelmir spoke. Bergmir indeed knew the truth of everything, and even knew that the ancestor Ymir was watching Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong. "Does your ancestor have anything to say to us?" Xuan Ming couldn't help but ask. She could feel that even now, that gaze still existed. But somewhere in the dark, she couldn't sense the other person's presence.
On the throne, Begelmir was silent. He is the grandson of Ymir and the ruler of the Frost Giant clan. Ever since the ancestor Ymir was killed by the three Odin brothers, Begelmir vowed to avenge his ancestor. However, after so many years, the Frost Giant has never achieved his wish. On the contrary, they continued to encounter defeats, retreating again and again, until they hid in Jotunheim and did not dare to leave again, so they allowed the gods to open their arms and leave the giants behind. As the king of the Frost Giants, Bergmir had no choice but to keep waiting, waiting for the call of the ancestor Ymir, waiting for the gods to reveal their flaws, and then looking for an opportunity to kill all the gods. Fortunately, his wait was worth it. Now, Ragnarok is approaching! And the ancestor Ymir... also responded to the giant clan after countless years. However, Bergmir did not know what the ancestor meant. He only knew that Ymir needed these two people. These two outsiders appear to be of the same race. That's right, just like Odin can see through the origins of the Queen Mother of the West and the Ancestor Styx, Begelmir can also see through that Zhu Rong and Xuan Ming are not creatures of the Nine Realms. "Come with me, the ancestor Ymir needs to conduct some tests on you." The King of Frost Giants slowly stood up, and the strong wind and cold air he brought spread out, forming an icy blue circle, and the space seemed to be frozen by this power. "This power...is indeed time!" A trace of surprise flashed in Xuan Ming's eyes. She felt that Begelmir's strength was definitely more than what it seemed on the surface. But I didn't expect that it would be so deeply involved in the time level that it could already affect the whole body. The strength of this Frost Giant King is probably even more terrifying than previously expected. No wonder the Æsir clan led by Odin still retained Jotunheim despite repeated conquests.
Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong looked at each other, then followed Begelmir's footsteps, and when they came to the throne, their eyes suddenly opened up. A world seemed to slowly unfold towards them, like an epic scroll, laying out the magnificent and boundless scene. It is also made of ice, with a round arched dome on top without any support in the middle. Directly under the dome is a towering blue ice tree. At the top of the tree, there was a drop of blood the size of a thumb, which was beating continuously. Dong Dong... Dong Dong Dong! Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong watched this scene, their breathing stagnated subconsciously. They could feel that this drop of blood contained a pressure similar to that of Father God Pangu! At this moment, they seemed to have returned to the ancient world, facing the towering Mount Buzhou! Bergmire watched this scene in silence, without doing anything to stop him. He just saluted the drop of blood, with sadness in his blue eyes. "Hate will continue forever, until Ragnarok, Odin dies, and all things return to nothingness!" Bergmire was like an old man in his twilight years, but he still made a sound like an oath, strengthening his confidence in this drop of blood. It seems to be prophesying and swearing! Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong looked at each other and saluted the drop of true blood. A god who created the world, with the same height as Pangu, was enough to gain the respect of the ancestral shamans. However, the salute of the two ancestral witches immediately caused a change in this drop of blood! Buzz! Circles of crimson ripples appeared, and the space in front of them distorted, swallowing Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong instantly. "What's going on?" "Where are we?" Zhu Rong saw the darkness in front of him, his expression changed, and an unspeakable fear arose in his heart. He had a vague feeling... He couldn't resist it in this world! Subconsciously, Zhu Rong circulated the Great Law in his body, and there was an impulse in his heart to destroy everything in front of him! boom! In an instant, the boundless and terrifying blazing flames, like the fire of destruction that burns the heaven and earth, will completely erupt! At the critical moment, Xuan Ming spoke up and stopped Zhu Rong: "Wait, don't worry, we seem to have received great benefits!" Xuan Ming seemed to feel something and licked his lips, feeling a little expectant and a little uneasy. Zhu Rong was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but frown, and asked doubtfully: "What's the benefit?"
After the words fell, before Xuanming could tell the details, the dark space in front of the two changed again, and a ball of light appeared. Xuanming and Zhurong looked over, only to see that the light was a star. Its whole body was red, like a star like the sun. In the middle was an abyss, where nothing could be seen, nothing, an empty void. And below was a blue star full of severe cold. The two stars slowly approached, and the two forces of heat and severe cold slowly blended and influenced each other. The first life was born here. Xuanming stared at the scene in front of him carefully, unwilling to miss a bit. Because this is the picture of the birth of the world, which means creation, and it is the highest creation! "This is the beginning of the creation of the Nordic world!" Zhurong also noticed it and exclaimed. From the mouth of the frost giant, they learned about the formation process of the Nordic mythology world, which is a kind of rule that is difficult to describe in words. From nothing to something, the power of creation! This is a road comparable to Pangu's creation of the chaos and the prehistoric world. Yes, this is the legacy left by Ymir. This ancestor of the giants engraved the process of his creation into a scene and left it in this drop of blood, waiting for the destined person to enter and obtain this ray of fortune. But I'm afraid Ymir didn't expect that the one who finally obtained this opportunity was not the gods who killed him, nor his descendants... but the two ancestor witches.
