Sacred mountain.

The continuous stone steps extend from the ground up like a ladder to heaven, rising into the clouds.

At the end of the stone steps, at the top of Asgard, a magnificent temple stands tall. Standing in front of the door of this temple and looking down, you can have a panoramic view of the entire kingdom of God.

Only the gods of all generations can live in this temple, and its previous owner was Odin.

Thor stood in front of the temple, gazing at the chaotic battlefield at the foot of the mountain. His golden curly hair fluttered in the breeze between the clouds, and his cloak was like a touch of bright red in the holy temple, extremely dazzling.

"Thor...can they hold it?"

Sif gently hugged Thor's waist from behind and asked with some concern.

"Yes." Thor said confidently, "Even if the successive troubles have caused heavy losses to the gods, Asgard is after all the world's top kingdom of gods, and it won't collapse so easily... Now that I have inherited the throne of the God King, everyone is united, and sooner or later they will be buried under me, the Norse gods."

Thor raised his fingertips, and hazy phantom lights condensed out from nothingness, like a vast ocean, floating beside him.

A prism-like crystal rose from the vast ocean and, under the guidance of Thor, gradually flew towards the top of the temple.

Since he had inherited the throne of the God King, the origin of Asgard's kingdom should naturally return to the Temple of the God King with him. As the prism crystal slowly embedded itself into the depression at the top of the temple, gorgeous phantom light gradually lit up along the gray-blue lines, instantly covering the entire temple.

In the magnificent and empty temple, the light of the prism origin bloomed, and those lines flowing with phantom light were like the blood vessels of the temple, beating again and again with the frequency of the flashing of the origin.

After returning the origin to its original position, a small purple crystal floated up from Thor's palm and flew straight towards the origin of the kingdom of God.

This is "The Soul of Eden" brought by Bracky.

"Can Eden really be resurrected by relying on the nourishment of the essence of the Kingdom of God?" Sif couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know, but since Braki said so, we just have to do it." Thor shook his head, "Anyway, it won't be a loss for Asgard."

After the amethyst merged into the original phantom sea, Thor turned around and looked down at the battlefield below, with dark purple thunder flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"Sif, you stay here... I'll go down and help them."

"Um."

He stretched out his hand in the air, and a small silver hammer flew into his hand. Just as he was about to dive down the mountain,

A sigh came from behind the two of them.

"well--"

The moment they heard the voice, Thor and Sif were both startled and their eyes shrank slightly!

Tilvila and the others have followed other gods to intercept the foreign enemies. There should be only two of them in this Palace of the Gods!

This sigh...where did it come from?

Thor clenched the handle of the silver hammer in an instant, and dense lightning burst out. He turned his head suddenly and was about to drop the hammer, but the moment he saw the figure clearly, he froze in place.

On the shattered remains of the pure white throne, there stood a familiar figure in a tattered robe. Scarlet bugs were wriggling wildly in his eye sockets, and he was looking at His Highness Thor and the other two with a complicated look.

"Father?!"

Thor blurted out in shock.

Standing in the Temple of the Gods was none other than Asgard's previous God-King, Thor's father... Odin.

Ever since Odin was hunted down by the God of Morality and left, he has never appeared in Asgard again. Many Norse gods speculated that he should have died, or had been hunted down to other places and would never come back here... But Thor never expected that at such a critical moment, Odin would actually come back!

Thor stood in front of the temple door, and for a moment, he didn't know what attitude he should use to face Odin.

That was his father, the previous God-King of Asgard, the being he once admired the most... But at the same time, he was also the Cthulhu Alliance who betrayed Asgard, created the Mist Disaster, and almost destroyed the entire Nordic countries.

"Thor..." Odin looked at Thor, seeming a little disappointed, "I didn't expect that you would take control of Asgard in the end... I thought it would be Loki standing here."

When Thor heard Odin's words, he was stunned and his face looked a little ugly.

"Father, don't you believe me?" Thor frowned and said seriously, "If I become the God King, Asgard will only become stronger! Loki's personality is not suitable for being a king at all!"

Odin shook his head and spoke slowly:

“When it comes to the God King, I believe you can definitely do better than Loki, or even better than me.

Unfortunately, you got one thing wrong, Saul.

What I need is not a god king who can lead Asgard to be more powerful...but a hand that can control the Norse gods for me."

"...Father, I don't understand what you mean." Thor's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Odin stared at Thor without saying anything, and the Palace of the Gods fell into dead silence.

A faint roar came from the bottom of the mountain.

After an unknown amount of time, Odin's deep voice sounded again:

"Thor, my dear child...are you willing to follow me and rebuild a real Asgard?"

…

Sword chants sounded continuously above the clouds. In the sky, a figure broke through the clouds and fell like a meteor.

The palm of the God of War Tyr holding the sword was trembling slightly, and dense sword wounds were all over his body. He looked extremely embarrassed. He stared at the figure who was flying down with the black box on his back, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger.

Dust rose up in the sky, and a low roar came from the earth. He rushed into the sky again, flying towards the terrifying sword without fear of death!

"This guy is really lucky. He can still be alive and well after being slashed seven or eight times by the Sword Saint." Baili Pangpang was sitting on the somersault cloud, covering his wound. He couldn't help but complain when he saw this scene.

Lin Qiye drove the Somersault Cloud seriously and said, "Among the Nordic gods, there are still many powerful main gods. Their strength should not be underestimated."

Just as Lin Qiye was speaking, a streak of light streaked across the sky and slammed down onto the ground not far away.

The hazy smoke dissipated, and a tall, long-haired goddess, holding a spear, slowly walked out...

The moment he saw the goddess's face, Lin Qiye was slightly stunned.

“Is it her…?”

Cao Yuan, who had returned to normal, was regulating his breathing on the somersault cloud. His eyes swept in the direction of the goddess and he could not take his eyes away.

He opened his mouth slightly and asked in surprise, "Qiye, do you know her?"

"Yeah." Lin Qiye nodded, "'Now' goddess... Wei Er Dandi."