Swirl of the Root (Please Refresh)

Burning iron slag melted. Metal fell from every direction, and even substances unknown to Earth became rivers of molten iron, pouring from the sky and sweeping across the land.

God King Odin—or rather, Lu Mingfei at his core—was wielding his authority, revealing his kingly side amid the exquisite sounds of Dragon Script.

Apart from giving himself a reset whenever he ran out of strength, refreshing his condition, he had been using his own power all along rather than the temporary powers Su Lin had provided.

"Honestly, I've always thought a world where everyone can be happy is impossible."

He hurled his spear, trailing the black breath of death. It crossed space, twisted fate, pierced its target, then returned like lightning.

Lu Mingfei tightened the reins, and the Eight-Legged Divine Steed stopped at once. He looked up. A band of light stretched endlessly across the sky, carrying signals from the world's main trunk to the many parallel worlds that had arrived. Even dimensional storms could not stop it.

Light shone over mountains and rivers. Everywhere it reached, living beings witnessed the end of an age, with divine dragons and immortals staining the heavens with blood; a steel torrent of holy swords and magic; and a waltz of the sacred and the fallen.

Lu Mingze sat on the "God King's" shoulder and laughed.

"That's ridiculous. If I'd attacked him back then, I'd be dead, wouldn't I? He went from an unremarkable young cultivator to the Light God, and now he's become this in the blink of an eye."

"If you want to court death, leave me out of it. Thanks." Lu Mingfei looked away. He could hardly say he liked this classic scene of someone killing himself. It just struck him as sad.

"Ideals really can stand in for a person's spine.