Yang Tian looked over. After the pillar of light dissipated, a woman in a pure white dress appeared. She was beautiful, with a noble, lofty beauty that seemed beyond anyone's reach.
At the same time, twelve wings extended from her back. They were not transparent Spirit Wings, but real feathered wings, each flawless white. In the sunlight, they gave off a white glow that made one dare not profane such purity.
Her eyes were golden, as was her hair. Looking at her this way, she resembled Yating, but Yating lacked her arrogance. Perhaps because Yating stayed by his side, Yang Tian had never experienced that nobility of hers.
This Eternal Angel held a white magic staff, as though what she held was not a mage's staff, but the sky-the sun, moon, and stars in the sky, everything in the sky.
The Eternal Angel cast her noble, icy gaze toward him. The instant she saw Yang Tian, her expression changed. Her previously cold exterior suddenly filled with delight, and her smile was like that of an innocent little girl.
Then she swiftly came to Yang Tian's side and began looking him over.
After examining him, she acted like an obedient girl and said coaxingly, "Uncle Odin, it really is you! You came to see Xiao Heng."
Yang Tian froze. What Uncle Odin?
But suddenly, a sharp pain tore through his head. Every power-Thought Power, Spiritual Power, Star Power, and Colorless Divine Power-was shut out. Yang Tian's blue eyes turned multicolored, his profound gaze seeming to pierce everything and command the supreme divine way.
Yang Tian's soul and all his powers were completely cut off. The Yang Tian of this moment was not the Yang Tian from before. Now, he was Odin.
Odin looked at the adorable little girl before him, reached