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Legend has it that in the past, even newborn dragons would be terrified at the mere mention of the name of the White Emperor Yggdrasil, and would cry out like human children. Their parents, however, felt no shame and did not consider it a sign of weakness.
She lowered her head, looking at the still relatively verdant roots of the World Tree, and couldn't help but silently imagine what she would look like in her decaying future.
That day will come.
Skuld said, "Yes."
Then she handed the cloth to Wang Anzhi, her pale blue eyes wide open, as if afraid that the White Emperor's brother would deliberately ruin the cloth like she had done.
Let them be punished by the Black Emperor.
Wang Anzhi naturally had no such thoughts; what was the point?
His true enemy is the Black Emperor, not the three Fate Sisters before him.
The fabric of fate is indeed magical; when held in your hands, it feels weightless, instead drawing you completely into its tapestry.
Seeing Wang Anzhi's strange expression, Skuld explained:
“Weaving cloth is not an ordinary substance; it is a condensation of a false concept through the power of the White Emperor. In a sense, it does not even exist in the real universe.”
"Even if I could see its existence and touch its lightness?" Wang Anzhi asked rhetorically, stroking the silk.
"Yes." The goddess, who looked like a young girl, replied immediately without hesitation.
Wang Anzhi smiled, said nothing more, and went on to rethink the future of Nidhogg's death, feeling quite pleased with himself.
On that day, those who killed him cheered in unison, bathed in the emperor's blood, and prepared to welcome the arrival of the "new era".
Wang Anzhi returned the cloth to the girl, sat on the rock, and watched the three Fates depart, saying to himself:
When will my era arrive?
Chapter 92 Loki's Visit
"They've left too. Are you lonely?"
Yggdrasil suddenly asked, his voice surprisingly tense.
People are often unaware of what they have lost when they are constantly succeeding, but only realize how much they have lost after they fail.
When the White Emperor Yggdrasil was advancing triumphantly, she didn't care whether it was worth it to devour her brother's power. But now that she had nothing left, all she had was her brother's companionship over the past thousands of years.
As her feelings grew stronger, she couldn't help but feel anxious and insecure.
"How could that be?" Wang Anzhi smiled and gently grasped the World Tree branch blocking his path. He could see Yggdrasil's soul residing within it, and he also reached out his hand.
Therefore, what he felt was not a withered branch, but a delicate palm. Yggdrasil's white-haired, black-eyed face tilted slightly to the side, doing something futile.
He said, "Sister, haven't you always been by my side?"
The Devouring Authority among dragons does not involve consuming the entire person. For twins, it is more like they devour each other's consciousness, which then merges with each other.
There could be no closer relationship than this.
On the contrary, the devouring is not about the twins' authority over each other; it is simply a matter of devouring authority, and whether or not life is preserved depends on the victor's whim.
For this reason, Wang Anzhi also experienced everything that the White Emperor had experienced.
In addition, after the White Emperor completely consolidated the power of the Elders and became the "Supreme," He also reshaped his current ageless and immortal body.
Perhaps out of his own preference, the White Emperor chose to have his body shaped like a human rather than a dragon.
However, the White Emperor's rebellion soon failed, and he was left here to live with his sister.
Yggdrasil still felt guilty, especially after she had swallowed up her brother’s power and was about to leave forever.
However, the younger brother still failed to acquire any ability to protect himself.
Suddenly, the two felt a tremor, not from the sea beneath their feet or the mantle deep within it, but from the roar of the Black Emperor above the northern icy sea.
The emperor's roar traveled down from the Arctic Circle, and all the dragons, humans, and even other living beings knelt in fear on the ground—it was their very instinct.
From Europe to Asia, and then all the way south to the Antarctic Circle, the entire planet was shrouded in the roar of the Black Emperor, and everyone heard the Emperor's wrath.
“Nidhogg is angry again.” Yggdrasil put aside his melancholy and smiled tactfully, as if he could already see his old rival’s mindless rage.
“Fate cannot be changed, that’s what he told me back then. Now that fate has befallen him, why is he finding it hard to accept?”
Yggdrasil scoffed, though she knew her sarcasm was utterly powerless.
But that's the stubbornness of the loser.
Wang Anzhi shook his head, not echoing Yggdrasil's words. What he could see was the Black Emperor's immense power; even sitting in the Arctic Circle, He had the ability to influence the entire planet's ecosystem.
Whether it's good or bad.
He murmured, "Is this the Black Emperor's power?"
He certainly had many memories of the Black Emperor's rage, but how could the feeling in his memory compare to witnessing it firsthand?
“I could do that before.” A twig landed silently on the back of his head. This was the White Emperor saying after hearing his younger brother’s words.
Wang Anzhi did not refute.
At that moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the top of the World Tree. It was the excited voice of the White Emperor, who had been lonely for thousands of years and was now unusually excited.
She said, "Get ready, little brother, we're about to have a new guest."
"Guests?" Wang Anzhi was a little confused. In his memory, for thousands of years, apart from a whale that accidentally wandered into this place, no one else had ever dared to enter.
No one dared to enter, fearing they might disobey the Black Emperor's orders.
Clearly, Yggdrasil understood his confusion, and she patiently explained:
"It was indeed a guest."
Wang Anzhi was even more puzzled. He knew the White Emperor's arrogance, and that being called a "guest" by her was already a rare courtesy.
In her eyes, most humans and even dragons were nothing more than ants on the ground, not worth paying much attention to.
Soon, just as the White Emperor had said, the sea beneath their feet began to boil, and a giant dragon silently emerged from it.
The dragon's overall color is crimson, but occasionally it hides a hint of black.
When the dragon soared out of the water, it was majestic and seemed to be looking up and down at the towering tree before it.
Clearly, he had never seen such a sight before; the image of the World Tree Yggdrasil existed only in a false illusion.
Such rude behavior would certainly not please the arrogant White Emperor.
Wang Anzhi heard a cold snort from the air and saw nine giant dragons materialize on the sea surface, crashing into the recklessly charging dragon almost instantly.
Word of Power: Nine Infants.
This kind of forbidden power is no less powerful than the ancient authority possessed by the Dragon Kings.
At the critical moment, Wang Anzhi saw the red dragon dodge, but the sea was still frozen over again, and the ice floes floating on the sea were frozen in a crimson color.
That was blood.
The blood of that red dragon.
“Outsider, you are being rude.”
Although the red dragon was injured, it did not leave in fear. Instead, it soared upwards and reached the Mimir Spring on the high platform. In the blink of an eye, it transformed from the red dragon into a young man with brown hair and brown eyes.
"This is my sin. I was so captivated by the sight of Your Majesty the White Emperor that I lost my composure. I beg Your Majesty to forgive my sin."
The young man from out of town was bowing, his words filled with humility.
"I forgive you, but please state your purpose, outsider."
The White Emperor had clearly recognized the extraordinary nature of the newcomer, but despite being imprisoned here, she was still someone who could not be offended except by the Black Emperor, Nidhogg.
"Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty."
Wang Anzhi observed the red dragon's performance with a cold eye. He knew that the White Emperor was the same. Having mastered the element of "spirit," he was far more able to see through the unpredictable psychology of the person in front of him than Wang Anzhi himself.
But now they need him.
After feigning concern, the red dragon spoke:
"My name is Loki, representing myself and my brother Odin, and coming on behalf of the sky and the throne of wind, to beg for Your Majesty's help."
Chapter 93 The Mysterious War
"Sky and wind?"
Yggdrasil pondered the title. In her time, there were no such titles as the Four Lords or the Four Thrones; there was only the Council of Elders, and she was the High Priestess of the Council of Elders.
The four monarchs were recreated by Nidhogg, the Black King, after she was completely imprisoned.
She looked at the young man with his head down, a playful glint in her eyes. She saw the longing in him, the resentment in him.
In the past, too many people had looked at her with such an expression, each harboring their own ambitions and trying to get something from her.
So she asked casually:
What do you want to ask of me?
“Freedom, and… power.” Loki didn’t hesitate at all; he had already thought it through before he came.
After listening, Wang Anzhi couldn't help but laugh to himself. Was Loki seeking freedom and authority from someone who had no freedom and no authority?
This is just too ridiculous.
Loki hadn't finished speaking when he looked at the towering tree, which was tens of thousands of meters tall, and it seemed as if he could already see the White Emperor reigning supreme over the world.
This is the only emperor among all dragons who can be compared to the Black Emperor Nidhogg.
Even the four great monarchs could only submit to her.
"I have come hoping that Your Majesty will be free, and that we will be free as well. I hope that Your Majesty will reclaim your power, and that we will regain it as well," Loki continued, his words growing increasingly impassioned, as if he could already see the scene after the death of the Black Emperor Nidhogg.
Wang Anzhi stopped mocking him. He knew that Loki's words had only one meaning: they would set the White Emperor Yggdrasil free, and in return, the White Emperor would help them kill the Black Emperor...
There's really no need to consider this. Once Yggdrasil regains her freedom, Nidhogg's primary target will be her. There's no way he can escape her, and he has no room to run away.
The White Emperor could not refuse this opportunity, especially before she was completely executed.
"Then where is your brother? Why didn't he come?"
As expected, Yggdrasil did not refuse, but instead asked Loki why he alone could represent a throne that belonged to two people.