Firelight Illuminated the Divine Realm!

Temple Palace.

Built at the center of Asgard’s encircling realm, it represented the core of the universe and supreme authority and divine power. It was also the exclusive residence and council hall of the gods.

At this moment, an elderly man with white hair and beard sat upon the throne of the All-Father in the sacred and solemn main hall of the Golden Asgardian Palace. His right eye was covered by a golden lens, while his remaining eye was deep and bright, flickering with faint wisdom and majesty.

He wore a suit of Golden Armor and held a golden scepter representing supreme authority. A red cloak draped down his back, and despite his aged body, an overwhelming divine aura continually rose from him.

Odin. The protagonist of Norse Mythology, king of the gods, and ruler of the Nine Realms.

At that moment, Odin sat upon his throne, gazing calmly and steadily downward at the two sons standing side by side in the hall.

Thor and Loki, the Evil God.

One had a rugged face and a powerful build. Clad in Golden Armor and holding Mjolnir, his eyes shone with vigor, and his righteous, domineering presence was like thunder and lightning. He was undoubtedly a warrior among warriors.

The other had delicate features and a lean frame. Dressed in a black robe and holding the World Tree Staff, a wicked smile rested on his lips, making his mysterious, sinister aura impossible to read.

"Thor. Why are you so poorly dressed and disheveled for such an important occasion as meeting Father King? Why didn’t you change into clean clothes?" Loki glanced at Thor, seemingly casually, and spoke in a calm, lecturing tone.

"I had just returned from inspecting the Ancient Battlefield. The moment I came off the Bifrost, I rushed straight here. I’m sure Father King won’t mind." Thor smiled, scratched his golden hair, and lowered his head toward Odin.

"But—" Loki was about to continue when Odin gave a light cough and interrupted him. "Enough. You two brothers have argued since childhood. Mind the occasion."

"Yes, Father King."

Loki promptly bowed in salute. Thor pursed his lips, then followed suit with a bow.

"I summoned you both to remind you of something. In roughly three or four years, I will pass down the throne of Asgard."

Odin looked at Thor and Loki with his single eye. His scepter struck the floor, as though knocking directly against the hearts of both gods. "One of you will inherit this throne."

Three or four years was an extremely short time for the gods.

Thor smiled, making no attempt to conceal his joy and impatience. He raised Mjolnir high and said bluntly, "Father King, give the throne to me! I swear that I will devote my life to Asgard and do everything in my power to protect the peace of the Nine Realms."

Loki’s heart tightened. His expression remained calm, but his gaze sank slightly as he pondered something unknown.

Odin took in both sons’ reactions. After a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice, "No hurry. I will observe your performance over the next few years, then choose the new king whom no one can dispute."

"Fine. I’ll prove myself on the battlefield!" Thor said heartily.

"I will not disappoint Father King." Loki bowed.

"Oh, right. Father King, there is something I hope to receive your permission for."

Thor was about to take the opportunity to bring up Kyle when the palace suddenly gave a faint tremor.

"What happened?!"

Thor and Loki’s expressions changed. Not only did the tremor show no sign of stopping, it grew increasingly violent. Even golden ornaments rattled and rolled onto the floor.

Odin could no longer remain seated. He rose from his throne, his grave one-eyed gaze passing over Thor and Loki before turning toward the sight outside the main hall’s entrance behind them.

Thor and Loki turned around together. When they saw the source of the disturbance, their hearts shook violently. Their shock was no less than hearing that the throne would soon be passed down.

Outside the main hall’s entrance, a pillar of fire with a radius of ten meters rose from below like a totem pole, shooting skyward and plunging directly into the starry heavens above.

The firelight was gold streaked with crimson, burning a vast stretch of sky bright red. At that moment, even countless dazzling stars seemed dim and lusterless.

This sudden change caused every living being in Asgard to stare in horror at the firelight connecting heaven and earth.

In an instant, firelight illuminated the Divine Realm!

"That direction… is Valhalla?" Loki tugged at the corner of his mouth and widened his eyes. "Since Valhalla was founded, has there ever been such an outrageous divine power manifestation?"

"Not that I know of." Thor shook his head.

"Who says there hasn’t?" Odin refuted him, gazing at the fiery clouds across the Divine Realm’s sky as he mused, "When Heimdall awakened his divine power senses back then, there was a similar spectacle. No, this time’s disturbance is even greater."

Thor and Loki exchanged a glance, then exclaimed in unison, "Father King, are you saying Asgard has gained another guardian of the Divine Realm?!"

The Bifrost, the teleportation gateway.

Heimdall, gripping his sword with both hands, suddenly opened his eyes and looked ahead. It was as though he ignored the distance of space itself, directly seeing the scene within Valhalla.

"How could it be? How could it be him?" Heimdall narrowed his eyes. For the first time, shock appeared on his normally impassive dark face.

At that moment, within Valhalla.

Kyle’s right hand rested on the sphere. The pillar of fire triggered by its resonance expanded outward, enveloping Fielder, more than a dozen Asgardian youths, and even the entire temple structure. Real yet illusory, the firelight shot into the cosmic heavens.

"There really is something here." Kyle muttered softly. His physique had not only drawn out the lingering Fire God Power, but some Fire God had apparently left something inside the sphere!

Only another Fire God could retrieve that object. Perhaps it was a private treasury that had gone unnoticed for countless years after its owner’s death and fall.

"Then it’s mine now!" Kyle focused his thoughts and used his own Fire God Divine Power to trigger a resonance. Acting as a key, it opened the stored treasury and slowly drew out the item within.

Fragments of shattered memories gathered together, piecing themselves into complete information in his mind.

Within Kyle’s Card Space, a card gradually transformed from nothingness into solid form. It radiated a dazzling purple glow, standing out conspicuously among the other cards.

Eternal Sword Forging Method: Eternal Sword Forging Method. Purple rare Ability Card.

Required materials: World Tree branch, Eternal Fire, Uru Metal, Cube Fragment, Star Shattering Ingot, Celestial Blood, and more.

Must be forged in a Superstellar Furnace. Possesses the power of a cosmic planet-class divine artifact.

"It isn’t an actual item? It’s only the forging method for a divine artifact? Previous Fire God, you could at least have left your divine artifact behind!"

Kyle sighed inwardly. The sword-forging materials were precious and rare. He lacked more than half of them, and some he had never even heard of. He could only collect them gradually in the future.

Having obtained what he wanted, Kyle withdrew his hand. The firelight gradually dimmed and vanished, though a faint, transparent crimson Divine Flame still burned across his body. So much dense divine power continued leaking outward.

With a crack, the sphere that had inherited and sensed the Fire God Power shattered, indicating that the divine power within had been completely drained.

Fielder sat on the ground in a daze, staring at the sphere that had crumbled into dust. He sucked in a cold breath and looked at Kyle as though he were a monster. His voice trembled as he asked, "Y-you… who exactly are you?!"