It was like a cosmic spectacle.
Metropolis at night was actually brighter than it was by day. Half of Asgard's God King Odin's divine power had been poured into Ian, and Ian felt as if his head had been stuffed full of magic.
He hovered quietly in midair.
His whole body shone with blinding golden light, like a human-shaped lightbulb.
Every strand of his hair stood on end.
Liquid-like magic flowed beneath every inch of his skin—but the most exaggerated part was his head. At that moment, his skull was as dazzling as a miniature sun.
Even his cranium was about to turn into a glassy, semi-transparent form.
Not many people knew exactly how many years Odin had lived.
But how vast his divine power was had long been common knowledge throughout the Nine Realms. Especially now that this God King of Asgard had reached his twilight years, that immense divine power had made him someone the other Skyfathers did not dare provoke.
After all.
Anyone with eyes could see it.
Although Odin was burdened by his divine power, he still had the power to abandon his life and truly sublimate to the extreme in one final "blast." That was an attack no Skyfather could withstand, a mutual-destruction deterrent at the Skyfather level.
Even a pseudo-Skyfather like Thanos understood that very clearly. Odin in his later years truly did not dare act casually, but once he did, who knew whether he could directly trade his life one-for-one and take a Celestial with him?
It was precisely because of the deterrence brought by this divine power.
Even though Odin often needed to enter the Odin Sleep, there still were not many forces in the universe that dared invade Asgard. And now, half of that divine power had been paid directly to