Treasures of the Nine Realms

The Hall of Valor held an exceptionally special meaning and an extremely important position in Asgard.

Not only was it the resting place of every god and heroic warrior in Asgardian history, it was also a symbol of spirit and a repository of faith for countless Asgardians.

Under normal circumstances, many Asgardians never truly entered this hall in their entire lives. Even gods with divine rank had no right to enter without the King of Gods' permission, and were not even allowed to approach it.

Now, Hong Fei was wandering around inside alone.

Footsteps became exceptionally distinct here, and any sound echoed for a long time before fading away.

The statues were flawless in both overall form and fine details. Even their eyes seemed full of spirit, as though they were watching Hong Fei at every moment.

Hong Fei knew very little about Asgard. Aside from Odin's generation, he knew almost nothing about earlier Kings of Gods such as Bor, or the gods active during their eras. He could only learn who they were and what they had done in life from the descriptions beneath their statues.

Bor's statue was here as well. Its description naturally lavished praise upon him, ending with an extremely regretful account of his death in battle.

Hong Fei could only sigh. Perhaps this was what it meant to be a King of Gods.

During this conversation, Odin had seemed easygoing and approachable, like a kind and benevolent old man.

But Hong Fei had never been deceived by his appearance.

A truly kind person would likely have found it difficult to abandon his injured father, who needed help on the battlefield, then return home, ascend the throne himself, and spend so many years without letting a single word slip or leaving behind any trace that could