The old shaman gestured for his two apprentices to help him.

He looked at Randall and said, "You've mentioned repeatedly that you want to see the son of the gods who saved you?"

The latter's eyes lit up: "You mean, your 'god' is willing to see me?"

The old shaman smiled and sighed: "Mr. Quincy, watch your words. That being is not only our god, but also the one and only god of all people."

Randall hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Forgive my slip of the tongue, but I really want to see that 'god'."

“In fact, the Son of the Gods also wants to see you.” The old shaman pushed open the door and turned to Randall, saying, “Come with me. He is very busy and can only spare a few hours to meet with you.”

The old shaman led the way, with two shamanic apprentices supporting Randall from behind. The four of them walked out of the longhouse and onto the streets of the city.

Looking at the bustling crowd and the various buildings in front of him, Randall was dazzled and casually asked, "When I was recuperating, I heard someone say that this place is called 'Froststone City'."

The old shaman, holding his wooden staff, smiled as he accepted the greetings from the worshippers of the gods, and said to Randall, "The people of Froststone City prefer to call this place 'Midgard' rather than 'Froststone City'."

Randall carefully observed the city's residents and discovered that, unlike Twilight City, the people here had a clear class distinction.

The old shaman in front of us was of extremely high status, and almost everyone who saw him had to bow to him.

Below him, the next highest class consisted of those who carried weapons and looked like mercenaries; as they walked the streets, they were always showered with praise and flattery.

Next came the ordinary citizens; and the lowest of the low were the ragged slaves.

Randall followed behind the old shaman for a full twenty minutes. Along the way, even with a rough estimate, he could tell that Froststone City was far larger than Twilight City in both size and population.

He asked the old shaman, "Where are we going?"

“We’ll be there soon.” The old shaman pointed to the basin in the center of the city. Randall looked in the direction he was pointing and could vaguely see a giant columned temple under construction there.

The worshippers lined up in long queues from the temple gates all the way to the street several kilometers away.

The group arrived at the temple gate, where the elderly male shaman introduced Randall to another elder shaman.

"This is Minnie, the messenger of the Son of God and the leader of all shamans. She will lead you to the Supreme Being."

The old shaman woman, known as Minnie, smiled at Randall and said, "Guest from afar, come with me. The Son of the Gods has been waiting for you for a long time."

Filled with unease and doubt, Randall followed Minnie through the temple gates under the watchful eyes of the believers. They passed through the magnificent hall and walked along the glittering corridors, finally arriving at a newly built open-air plaza.

Looking up at the scene in the square, Randall couldn't help but gasp. A colossal black dragon, over thirty meters long, lay prone on all fours, its ferocious and terrifying head raised, staring at his tiny figure.