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Chapter 188 Time and space rift

At this tense moment, the ether particles sleeping in Jian's body felt the abnormal fluctuations in the outside world, and it woke up unwillingly, trying to show its existence on this stage where gods and humans intertwined. However, Odin's eyes were stern, and the golden power rushed into Jian's body like lightning, not only calming the restlessness of the ether, but also weaving a protective net around it to ensure that everything was under control.

"This...this power..." Odin frowned, his heart filled with doubt and anxiety, "Where did this thing come from? Why would it reside in the body of a mortal?"

Seeing this, Luna sighed softly, as if she had expected this scene: "Don't look at me, I am also confused about this. But if my guess is correct, this should be a treasure left behind by the previous generation of God King when he conquered the world, and now it has become an inexplicable bond."

Odin pondered for a moment, his eyes flashing with determination: "Come with me, perhaps, deep in the library of Asgard, we can find the key to solve all these mysteries."

So, under the guidance of fate, the group embarked on a journey to find the truth, and Jane, the girl from the atrium, was accidentally involved in the ancient dispute between the gods. Her existence may be the key to changing the fate of the nine realms. In this journey of love and sacrifice, wisdom and courage, everything will be redefined, and the future is slowly unfolding in an unprecedented way. Under the guidance of Odin's deep eyes, everyone seemed to have traveled through the tunnel of time and space, one step at a time, until they stepped into the heart of Asgard - an archive hidden between light and shadow. This is not just a building, it is a universe of knowledge, and every wall carries the mysteries of the universe. Stepping into it, as far as the eye can see, bookshelves are like a forest, piercing the sky, as if you can touch the top of the heaven.

However, the most shocking thing is the dazzling "starry sky" above. But this is not a simple copy of the night sky, but a world tree woven by bright stars, with its roots deep into the nine realms and its branches and leaves spreading to the unknown edge. Under the shade of the world tree, nine colorful vortices slowly rotate. They are not only portals to space, but also ripples of time, foreshadowing the wonder of the intersection of the nine realms once every five thousand years. These portals are like the gears of fate, slowly biting in a subtle rhythm, foreshadowing a cosmic-level change.

"Look, that is the prelude to the resonance of the Nine Realms. Beneath the beauty lies the prelude to the collapse of balance." Odin's voice was low and magnetic. His eyes swept across the star map, as if recalling those years that were forgotten by history.

Then, Odin gently touched a crystal stone that exuded an ancient atmosphere, and golden light was instantly injected into it like the breath of an awakened dragon. Under the guidance of this light, a book deep in the archives seemed to be gently lifted up by an invisible hand, and its cover flashed with the glow that resonated with the crystal, and slowly slid into Odin's palm. This book is the whisper of time and the witness of history.

The moment the book is opened, Odin becomes the narrator of history, leading everyone through the mist of time and space, back to the era that determined the fate of the Nine Realms. He tells in detail how Bor, the legendary warrior, bravely faced the heroic story of the Dark Elves in the chaos where the Nine Realms meet. The battle was extremely brutal, and Vartheim, the once green world, eventually became a ruin of smoke and ashes, and the Dark Elves seemed to disappear in that catastrophe.

"History is always written by the victors." Luna's voice penetrated the silence, her eyes sharp as an eagle, pointing directly at the scroll in Odin's hand. "But I know that the truth is often hidden between the lines. Your Majesty Odin, have you also quietly changed the fate of Jotunheim in the name of wisdom at the negotiation table?"

While the discussion about the past and the truth was still going on in the halls of Asgard, an ominous storm was quietly approaching in the wasteland of Vartheim. A black spaceship shaped like the sharpest blade in the night sky cut through the sky. Its arrival, like the whisper of the god of death, foreshadowed the revenge of an ancient race. The hatch opened with a bang, and Malekith, the king of the dark elves, set foot on this land that once belonged to them with his unique pride and coldness. His appearance is the reincarnation of fate and the prelude to a new era. After sleeping soundly in the deep dream of the universe with billions of stars flowing, Malekith was gently awakened by a ray of ether fluctuations that passed through the cracks of time and space and contained ancient and mysterious power, as if it was the most delicate whisper of nature, awakening the giant sleeping under the dust of time.