"Where was that ship?" Hao Ren asked anxiously.
"I'm afraid it'll be very difficult to find now." Mimir lowered the corners of his eyes in regret. "Although I didn't know what it was back then, I felt that it was the key to recovering my memories and finding my homeland, so I hid it at the bottom of a hot spring lake. Later, that lake became connected to Yggdrasil's spatial network and transformed into the Wisdom Spring, while my spaceship was gradually entangled by Yggdrasil's roots. If I'm not mistaken, it was gradually drawn into the trunk of the World Tree."
Hao Ren knew what Mimir was about to say.
"...Yggdrasil has already been blown apart. The Demon Hunters destroyed it using the Creation Goddess's remaining power." Hao Ren frowned. "But your ship itself is also a pseudo-divine artifact. The shockwaves from the explosion might not have completely destroyed it."
"So there's a good chance it's still drifting among the fragments of Svartalfheim or Jotunheim. If those spatial fragments collapsed, it might already have drifted to any corner of this universe. Finding it would still be like looking for a needle in a haystack." Mimir spoke regretfully. "Yggdrasil was destroyed... extremely thoroughly. The Nine Kingdoms were shattered, and I don't think you'll be able to find those spatial fragments."
"The Nine Kingdoms..." Hao Ren immediately thought of the various legends concerning Norse mythology. Two years ago, his interest in those mysterious ancient stories had been limited to enjoying the excitement of hearing about them. But now, he came into contact with such things every day, and he was constantly listening to Vivian talk about the world from thousands of years ago. Whether he wanted to or not, he had accumulated a great deal of knowledge in this area. "It's said