The Lord of Morality paced forward and lightly passed over the broken half of the Rainbow Bridge. He let out a light exclamation and looked ahead in surprise.

At the end of the rainbow bridge, there was a giant in golden armor, holding a holy sword, standing there like a mountain. Powerful divine power surged out from his body, and his angry eyes were filled with high fighting spirit.

"As rumored, the watcher of Asgard's Rainbow Bridge?"

The Lord of Morality raised his eyebrows and glanced at him calmly, "He does have some strength."

"The Great Xia's Heavenly Lord..." Heimdall stood at the end of the Rainbow Bridge, staring coldly at the Taoist who was walking towards him, "Sorry, this road is blocked."

"Yeah?"

The Lord of Morality said this calmly, and stepped forward with his right foot, taking a light step.

The entire Rainbow Bridge, along with half of Asgard, shook violently at this kick!

In an instant, all colors between heaven and earth were wiped out, leaving only black and white. In this scene that looked like an old movie, only the Taoist Master of Dao and Morality, wearing a Taoist robe, still retained his original color.

Heimdall blinked, and the Taoist figure disappeared from his sight.

Just as he was about to make a move, a mellow voice sounded from behind him, "The road from here to the temple is too far, and I am still in need of a mount... You are very good."

Heimdall's pupils suddenly contracted!

A hand gently landed on his shoulder, and the surging black and white energy poured into Heimdall's body. The mysterious Taoism intertwined in his body, and the huge body covered in golden armor began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye!

His hands holding the holy sword gradually turned into a pair of cow hooves, his angry eyes gradually lost their luster, his huge body curled up on the ground, green fur intertwined with the surface of his skin, like a huge bag, holding his entire body inside.

In just ten breaths, the giant guarding the end of the rainbow bridge was transformed into a green bull by Taoist magic, and stood docilely beside the Taoist.

The Lord of Morality reached out his hand, patted the tall ox's back, turned over and rode on it, smiling faintly:

"Don't worry, this method can only last for one day. After the time is up, you will return to your original state... Today, I will inconvenience you to carry me on your back and go on a journey."

The green ox had no power to resist under the palm of the Lord of Morality. Its cloudy and dull eyes turned towards the direction of the Supreme Temple, and it carried the Taoist priest step by step towards the sacred mountain.

On top of the sacred mountain.

Except for Odin, the king of gods sitting on the throne, the other Norse gods on both sides had eyes filled with shock.

"He turned Heimdall into a cow?!" Thor said in disbelief, "How on earth did he do that?!"

Loki stared at the Taoist priest riding a bull in the distance, his brows tightly furrowed, a faint light flickering in his narrow eyes, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

A gleam of anger ignited in the eyes of the God of War Tyr. He gritted his teeth, took a step forward, saluted Odin on the throne, and said solemnly:

"Father, please allow me to lead the Nordic troops to meet the enemy! No matter what, we cannot let him enter the temple. This is an insult to Asgard!"

Odin, sitting on the throne, shifted his gaze away from the Lord of Morality, glanced at him, and nodded slightly.

"Go ahead."

"yes!"

A high fighting spirit flashed in Tyr's eyes. Without saying a word, he rushed out of the temple with his sword on his back and disappeared into a streak of light.

…

Asgard, Sunset Avenue.

On the jade-paved main road that leads straight from the Rainbow Bridge to the sacred mountain, a Taoist riding a green ox was walking slowly in the air.

A large number of Nordic gods and their servants gathered on both sides of the avenue, staring at the Taoist riding a bull, with different lights flashing in their eyes, some fear, some curiosity, some worry, some anger...

Not all of these Norse gods who were watching were good at fighting. In fact, a large number of them were gentle gods like Bragi, who only knew how to plant, play musical instruments, weave, and recite poetry. Almost none of them had the courage to step forward to intercept the terrifying existence from Daxia.

The Lord of Morality rode on a green ox and walked slowly on Sunset Avenue for almost an incense stick of time. Not a single god tried to stop him, which made him feel a little funny.

"No wonder you were able to survive the erosion of the fog a hundred years ago... hehe."

The Lord of Morality sneered lightly.

He rode a cow through the Sunset Avenue and came to the foot of the sacred mountain where the Supreme Temple was located. Just as he was about to climb the mountain, countless streams of light flew in from the sky and transformed into Nordic gods in armor, standing on the thousands of steps of the mountain.

On the last step, the God of War Tyr was holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, looking coldly at the Lord of Heaven at the foot of the mountain, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"It seems that not all Norse gods are cowards."

The Lord of Dao and Morality gently jumped off the cow's back, stroked the cow's horns, raised his hand and a wooden sword instantly whizzed out from the Supreme Temple on the top of the mountain and landed in his palm.

He was wearing a black and white Taoist robe, holding a wooden sword in his hand, and walked up the stairs calmly.

"Kill him!"

The God of War Tyr roared, stood on the steps and looked down at the many gods of the Taoists, who rushed down!

Countless brilliant divine lights burst out from the mountain. The Lord of Morality held the sword in one hand, his expression unchanged. He gently raised the fragile wooden sword, and in an instant, the surrounding sky and earth were once again dyed black and white.

The pale and pitch-black divine attacks came crashing down, but could not touch him at all. They passed through his body strangely, and the few strands of messy hair fluttered in the wind, a sense of order within the chaos.

He raised the wooden sword and slashed it casually in front of him. Black divine blood gushed out and splashed on the stone steps.

Even when facing the siege of gods, his steps did not stop at all. Instead, he stepped up the stairs step by step with a wonderful rhythm. Every time his sword swept out, a large number of gods fell.

Behind him, the white sun slowly rose.

Ding Dong——!

With a slight sound, the right arm of the God of War Tyr was cut off by the sword and fell to the ground. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood and fell from the top of the mountain.

The Lord of Morality took a step forward and stepped onto the last step. The black and white colors covering the sky and earth finally dissipated. A red sun hung behind him, reflecting the blood-stained stone steps red. ..

Straw sandals, Taoist robe, Taoist hairpin, and wooden sword.

There was not even a trace of blood on Tianzun's body. He looked like a Taoist who had just burned incense and bathed, with a faint fragrance emanating from his body.

Holding the sword, he stepped lightly into the temple, looked up at the one-eyed old man sitting on the white throne, and smiled slightly:

"Odin, I am here to kill you."