LRAB Page 48
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Seeing this, Wang Anzhi couldn't help but feel guilty. He thought of Nuwa traveling thousands of miles from Xiangwang to the southeast coast, and said with some helplessness:
“I didn’t notice.”
He recalled how his junior sister had been fiddling with his phone not long ago, and wisely refrained from saying anything.
"Alright!" Nuwa didn't ask any more questions, as if she had already calmed down.
"It's getting late, you should get some sleep! I'll be here watching over you."
"You." Wang Anzhi felt a little embarrassed.
Nuwa raised an eyebrow, showing no sign of embarrassment. "What! You think I interrupted your pleasant time with that female ninja?"
"No."
Wang Anzhi didn't say much. For some reason, he always felt a sense of guilt when facing Nuwa, which prevented him from being as tough as he was with Xia Mi.
He lay obediently on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.
Nuwa looked at Wang Anzhi's closed eyes, tears unconsciously streaming down her face, and softly hummed a lullaby:
"The Baihe River flows long and wide, and my brother grazes cattle by its banks."
The stars are many in the sky, but the moon is dim; my heart is filled with thoughts of only my sister.
Willow branches sway on the banks of the Baihe River, while a young woman weaves cloth with a troubled heart.
I don't seek celestial palaces or immortals, I only wish to cross the Magpie Bridge with my brother.
On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, magpies are busy; the distance between heaven and earth is not long.
The Queen Mother's golden hairpin could draw a river, but it couldn't sever the bond between our hearts.
Wang Anzhi listened to Nuwa's song and unknowingly fell asleep.
【Simulation starts】
[Simulated Instance: Ragnarok (The Four Lords' Conspiracy to Murder the Black King and the Black King's Death)]
[Simulated Character: Mimir, the Wise Giant]
[Simulation time selection: ?]
[Choose your own time]
[Simulated Location: Beside the Fountain of Wisdom on the World Tree]
Wang Anzhi watched as lines of subtitles flashed by, while the beautiful ballad of Nuwa continued to play in his ears.
After a long while, he finally opened his eyes.
He obtained the Ragnarok dungeon after leaving Nibelungen, and when he first saw it, he thought he was seeing things.
With the death of the Black King, is Ragnarok an instance he can currently participate in?
But fate, like its name, is unpredictable.
When Wang Anzhi thought of Nuwa, the goddess of the sea, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.
【Simulation starts】
Chapter 89 World Tree - Yggdrasil
Beneath the second giant root of the World Tree Yggdrasil, the tranquil wellspring of wisdom, Myr, emits a deep blue light.
The spring water contains all the knowledge and wisdom of heaven and earth, and its clear surface is like a mirror, reflecting the gnarled tree roots and the hazy mist.
Amidst the mist, the legendary wise giant Mimir, holding a wooden horn, gently drew a cup of clear spring water from the well, then slowly walked toward the roots of the legendary World Tree, Yggdrasil.
It is poured into it.
Without a sound, a melodious female voice came from the air, her tone like a song from a thousand years ago, and like the clear sound of flowing spring water.
"Why bother?"
The giant did not answer. He continued to work meticulously with his head down until the seemingly bottomless spring in the horn cup finally stopped flowing. Only then did he slightly raise his head and look at the towering tree in front of him.
This is Yggdrasil, the World Tree from Norse mythology.
"This is my job!..."
elder sister."
The giant remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.
He is Mimir, the legendary wise giant, and also an extraterrestrial visitor from later times—Wang Anzhi.
They are called giants, but in reality, they are relative to the dwarfs of the past; this is what the normal human appearance of later generations looks like.
He wore a white silk robe embroidered with pale blue waves of a pool, the long hem trailing on the ground, yet without a trace of dirt.
After he finished speaking, the female voice in the air rang out again, sounding violent and irritable.
"This is His humiliation of you, and His humiliation of me."
He imprisoned me in this icy wasteland, and placed you here to serve as my prison, mockingly placing this well of wisdom here for you to draw water from day and night, as if I would die without it.
At the end, the woman's voice suddenly stopped, as if she didn't want to lose her temper, but how could someone who had been imprisoned for nearly six thousand years possibly remain rational?
She said softly:
“I have been here for six thousand years, and you have been here with me for almost six thousand years. We are both prisoners.”
"Yes, sister, who told you to lose back then? The loser should accept the orders of the strong and look for an opportunity to rise again."
I've heard of an emperor who was dethroned and exiled to a remote island, where he struggled for a long time before finally rising again and reclaiming his throne.
The giant abruptly stopped there, without mentioning the emperor's subsequent crushing defeat and the brutal reality of Waterloo.
The woman's voice rang out again, seemingly mocking him, yet also seemingly mocking herself:
"An emperor? There is only one emperor in this world, and that is... Nidhogg."
As they spoke, the branches and leaves of the World Tree Yggdrasil seemed to sway, as if an ancient god was trying to break free from His prison, but after a while, the movement gradually stopped.
The sound of the wind gradually subsided.
Only the ripples on the ground continued to spread.
In later generations, this place was the meeting point of the Pacific and Arctic Oceans, where cold currents flowed endlessly, leaving behind only coldness and misery.
The giant ignored the World Tree's distress and continued to comfort it:
"Sister, you are also an emperor, but..."
We've only lost for now.
The World Tree Yggdrasil, in later generations known as the White Emperor, the White King, Izanami, and so on, each one renowned and famous.
In this era, six thousand years after the White King's rebellion ended, and five thousand years after the new four great monarchs ruled the world, His name is Yggdrasil.
The World Tree connects the nine realms and supports heaven and earth.
“Temporarily?…” Yggdrasil murmured softly, as if reciting a beautiful poem, still savoring it.
She said softly:
"There is no such thing as temporary. Before long, I should be completely destroyed. Six thousand years ago, Nidhogg could not afford the cost of killing me completely, but if we extend this time to six thousand years, the cost will seem insignificant."
Six thousand years later, I can already feel the decline of my own consciousness.
She sighed, but without much regret. "I think Nidhogg won't give me another six thousand years to continue living on. I don't know how much longer it will be before I'm gone forever."
Her gaze gradually softened, no longer displaying the violence and irritability she had just shown.
To most people, it is just a towering tree, imprisoned in this natural prison, next to the palace of the Black Emperor in the Arctic Ocean.
In the eyes of the giant Mimir, he could see through the appearance of the "tree" to the soul within, a noble soul dressed in white priest's robes, sitting quietly in the air awaiting death.
The giant listened to Yggdrasil's instructions:
"From now on, you're all alone. You have to be extremely careful."
Yggdrasil's voice was tinged with bitterness; before raising the banner of rebellion against Nidhogg, the Black King, He had not anticipated His own defeat.
At that time, He had already gathered the authority of the eight elders into one person, and His spiritual attainments were close to those of the Black Emperor, but He still failed.
The result of their failure was that they were turned into this World Tree, a warning to all ambitious dragons.
The power of the Black Emperor.
This symbolizes the beginning of the next era.
From then on, the era of the Elders and the High Priests came to an end, and was replaced by four new monarchs.
Bronze and fire, ocean and water, sky and wind, earth and mountains.
Power was redistributed, and the emperor's position was as secure as Mount Tai.
The former White Emperor looked at his younger brother, who was holding a horn cup, and felt a pang of guilt. He said:
"Of all people, I feel most sorry for you, my brother."
Before you were even born, I devoured your authority, becoming the High Priest of the Elders, making you the only one among them ineligible for the position of Elder.
The White Emperor Yggdrasil reminisced about the past, "And when you were tired of the struggle for power, my rebellion dragged you into it again, and from then on you could only stay in this prison with me."
"Sister, I am your jailer." The giant, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow, suddenly interrupted the White Emperor and emphasized again.
“A jailer?” Yggdrasil laughed, and the entire World Tree swayed with a sorrowful smile. “A jailer six thousand years old, what does that have to do with imprisonment?”
After he finished speaking, he remained silent for a long time.
Then, Yggdrasil's voice came again, sounding somewhat pleased.
"Fortunately, I'm about to die completely, and you should regain your freedom."
Chapter 90 The Three Fates
The giant listened to the White Emperor's earnest teachings without speaking, remaining silent throughout.
The horn in his hand swirled between filling and emptying the water, continuously irrigating the World Tree, which was still flourishing.
Day after day, night after night.