Bearing Divine Power

The Odin of the past would never have agreed to lend his divine power to a mortal.

The Odinforce was more than power; it was a symbol, the symbol of Asgard.

But now, knowing he could not prevent Ragnarok, he could divide up his divine power and earn a favor from the Ancient One. When Ragnarok truly arrived, the Ancient One and this New God would certainly not stand by and do nothing.

As for surviving, Odin no longer dared hope for it. His body had already begun to break down two hundred years ago.

"Forget taking a portion. Take it all. Just leave me enough to sustain this body. As long as I'm still here, she won't dare come out. That'll give those two boys another two years!"

As he spoke, Odin slowly rose and reached out with his right hand. The branch he had just used to hit the British Shorthair was pulled toward him by a suction force. By the time it flew back into his hand, it had become a golden spear from end to end!

He held the spear at an angle in his right hand and flicked its tip with his left. The British Shorthair that had escaped over the wall returned to the courtyard, and the fat orange cat on the ground rolled to its feet and followed close behind.

When they slowly approached Odin, a flash of white light appeared, and two incomparably handsome divine horses stood in the courtyard.

One was white, the other gray. The pure white horse had eight legs and two wings, and a white-gold radiance surrounded his body (he appeared in "Thor 1"). The gray one had only four legs and no wings, but he had a pair of deep-blue antennae. With every step he took, golden inscriptions appeared on his neck and four hooves.

"I've already given you my divine power, so I might as well give you a weapon and a steed too. Gungnir has been with me for many years, and he's grown accustomed to the Odinforce. With him in battle, you'll be able to bring out your full strength. Grani is Sleipnir's offspring. Although he didn't inherit eight legs and two wings, he can still fly, and can even reach the speed of light in space. He's still young. He shouldn't have to go with me."

Lin Xu said nothing. By now, he no longer knew what words could describe how he felt. He had thought it would take some convincing, but Odin had agreed so easily.

And he was giving him a horse and a halberd, too. How was he, Lin Fengxian, supposed to accept all this!

"Then let's do it now!" The Ancient One rolled her eyes at Lin Xu and smiled. The full divine power of an old god Wong! Even he himself would dare say he was sure to win.

Once this boy had integrated all that power, would she finally be able to retire without worrying!!

At that thought, the Ancient One could hardly wait. With a sweep of her long sleeve, she enclosed the one god, two humans, and two horses in the Mirror Dimension. She skipped the incantations and hand seals entirely; she wasn't even pretending anymore!

"You two sit down. Lin Xu, you'd be too slow doing it yourself, so I'll help you this time. Let's make this quick!"

Before Lin Xu could react, the Ancient One pressed him to the ground and lightly touched two fingers to his abdomen. A red light flashed and vanished.

Lin Xu felt as though an extra organ had appeared inside his body, one capable of containing a hundred rivers.

A Subdimension!

Immediately afterward, a stream of incomparably domineering energy began pouring into it, but as soon as the energy entered the Subdimension, it settled down.

And when his mind touched the divine power, it actually began feeding back into him, helping nourish his mind. The comfortable sensation made him close his eyes without realizing it.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

One minute, three minutes, ten minutes...

"Wake up!!"

When Lin Xu opened his eyes again, he sensed a strange atmosphere.

Odin and the Ancient One were both looking at him as though he were an idiot.

"You two?"

"Young people really are young!" Odin sighed.

"You can say that again. You've got some nerve, kid. Instead of guarding your mind properly while borrowing power, you dared use it to probe divine power that was still being transferred. Weren't you afraid it would blast you into an idiot? Good thing I noticed something was wrong and injected a bit of White Magic, or you'd be done for, you dumbass."

Unlike the tactful Odin, the Ancient One showed no restraint, launching into a torrent of abuse. In the end, still not satisfied, she stepped forward and gave him a kick!

Damn it, my retirement plan nearly went down the drain!

Lin Xu didn't mind at all. It was just a few insults and a kick; it wasn't as if he'd lost any flesh. He quickly got up from the ground, walked over to Odin, and bowed solemnly.

"Many thanks, old god Wong!"

"Call me big brother~"

"Huh?"

Odin did not get up. He simply leaned back, and the eight-legged heavenly horse immediately lay down to support him. He gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with the weight of time and nostalgia.

"Many people in the Nine Realms know that the Thor Force comes from Odin, the Odinforce comes from Bor, and Bor's Power comes from Buri. Since you've inherited the Odinforce, strictly speaking, you're Bor's offspring. So, by all rights, you should call me big brother!"

A weapon, a warhorse, and an adoptive father. This old fellow is dead set on making me Fengxian? Fine!

"In that case, sworn elder brother, please accept Fengxian's bow!"

"Fengxian? Isn't your name Lin Xu?"

"Ahem, it's a new name I gave myself. From now on, when I represent myself, I'll be Lin Xu. When I represent Asgard, I'll be Fengxian Borsen!"

"Hahaha, good!"

The Ancient One: The old god Wong has paid the price for not reading enough!

The old god Wong continued to spend his retirement at the Bifrost nursing home.

The Ancient One and Lin Xu had returned to Kamar-Taj. They had left empty-handed and come back laden with treasures.

Grani had turned back into a fat orange cat, and after returning to Kamar-Taj, he had darted off somewhere. But it didn't matter. The old god Wong had told him that as long as they were in the same universe, whenever he needed Grani, he only had to tap the tip of Gungnir, and Grani would come as fast as he could!

Gungnir, meanwhile, had been transformed into a folding fan. Mainly, when Lin Xu was a child, he had been dazzled by how handsome Jiao Enjun's Erlang Shen was in "Lotus Lantern," so when it came to disguising the spear, a folding fan naturally came to mind.

Several hours passed, and it was already past ten at night in Kamar-Taj.

But Lin Xu wasn't sleepy at all. He also remembered that Gungnir contained the powers of space and anchoring, and could even summon the Bifrost under certain circumstances. So he took a book on spatial mystic arts from the library and began reading.

"Spatial mystic arts are divided into four categories: mental, talismanic, medium, and formation."

The mental category used artifacts and mental will to force a passage open directly. The talismanic category used runes and incantations together with artifacts. The medium category required an object that already contained spatial energy, supplemented by mystic arts. As for the formation category, as the name suggested, inscriptions were carved into a formation base, and inscriptions or artifacts were then used to activate it for teleportation!

"So the one I used in the Himalayas was mental? The other mages in Kamar-Taj use the talismanic type, Loki's teleportation with the Space Stone is the medium type, and the Bifrost should be a formation."

"Then which category does Gungnir belong to? Medium or formation? Probably medium."

"Why don't I try it?"

No sooner said than done. Lin Xu found the medium incantation, held Gungnir in his hand, and silently recited the spell, slowly channeling divine power from the Subdimension inside him into it.

"Anzha yama wugunaka wa..."

Suddenly, divine light blazed, and a terrifying gust swept in.

Bang~

The door was suddenly knocked open, and the Ancient One came stumbling and running in, one hand outstretched: "No!!!"

Clearly, she was a step too late. The gust died down, and the bed was empty, with only a copy of "A Detailed Explanation of Spatial Mystic Arts" left behind.

The lingering breeze blew the book open to the last page: [Warning: All spatial mystic art formulas must be used in strict accordance with the requirements. Using the wrong category may teleport you to an unknown location!]