Sincerity Way, Hela the God of Light

Spirit Sword Sect.

No matter how Wang Wu tried to send messages, there was no response. Looking at the glaring exclamation mark indicating the message had failed, she knew she was truly screwed this time. Her excessive trash talk had finally backfired, earning her the Group Owner’s grand mute-and-solitary-confinement package.

"No, no. A hundred million years! Whether I can even live that long is still a question. I have to get the Group Owner to lift this solitary confinement."

Naturally, Wang Wu was unwilling to remain locked away forever. She hurriedly tried messaging Xu Yi through a private channel, but unfortunately, even private chats had been blocked. Her messages simply would not send.

"…" Wang Wu fell silent, her gaze vacant.

Meanwhile, Ye Wen Universe, Asgard Starfield.

Near the Bifrost stood a small, ancient golden oval palace. This was Asgard’s entrance. Those who passed through the Bifrost would ultimately arrive here before entering Asgard.

As Asgard’s watcher, Heimdall had always used his eyes to observe the Nine Realms. So long as he stared and wished to see something, there was nothing he could not see.

However, this applied only to the material world. If the target could sense his gaze and employed special methods, they could still block it.

After all, true powerhouses did not want to be peeped at by eyes hidden who-knew-where. They valued their privacy greatly.

Heimdall discovered that Hela, the Goddess of Death, had vanished. Odin came here to learn of the situation, his expression grave.

Hela’s ambitions were too great, and her desire to conquer the Universe worried him.

As for why he only conquered the Nine Realms rather than the entire Universe, it was naturally because Odin had discovered that the Universe was too vast and filled with countless powerhouses. It was clearly impossible for Asgard to rule the Universe.

He was not a truly benevolent king. The unification of the Nine Realms had been built upon countless corpses. In the early days, every one of the Nine Realms had run with blood.

The kings of the other races within the Nine Realms hated Odin deeply.

Because they did not consider being ruled by Odin a happy thing.

For example, the Frost Giant Race and the Dark Elf Race…

They were Asgard’s old rivals and had never truly submitted to Asgard.

At this moment, Odin used magic to look directly into Heimdall’s eyes. The scenes Heimdall had seen replayed one by one in Odin’s vision like a video.

"I never expected Midgard to possess such a formidable powerhouse." Odin’s expression darkened, and a burning glint flashed through his eyes.

Midgard was the name for Earth throughout the Nine Realms. Since Earth had not yet entered the age of space, its people could not decide their planet’s name, nor did they know that other life civilizations existed beyond the stars.

"Your Majesty, Hela seems to have changed." Heimdall said.

He could sense that the warlike Hela was changing for the better under Master Ye’s guidance.

Although he did not know why, this was something Asgard was willing to see.

However, Odin’s gaze flickered as though he were considering something. "Even under my guidance, Hela still worshipped force and destruction. How could a human possibly reform Hela?

"I conquered the Nine Realms, yet I never knew the Nine Realms contained such a powerful figure."

"Your Majesty, you mean…?" Heimdall did not understand.

"Asgard rules the Nine Realms and can only have one ruler. Midgard cannot be allowed to possess such a powerful existence.

"Mobilize the army. Conquer Midgard!"

Odin spoke. In truth, his desire for conquest was no weaker than Hela’s.

It was only because he had witnessed the vastness of the Universe and knew that even stronger gods existed that his plans for universal conquest had been limited to the Nine Realms.

It was not that he did not wish to conquer the Universe. His current strength simply did not permit it.

In secret, he had instructed the Dwarves to forge the Infinity Gauntlet and prepared to collect the Infinity Stones. Once his strength rose another step, perhaps he would embark upon his campaign.

But the Infinity Stones had always been legends. Collecting even one required immense fortune.

Furthermore, aside from being the God King, Odin was also the god of war in myth. He would never allow any uncertainty to arise in his rule.

Heimdall stared at Odin in disbelief and instinctively said, "My King, Midgard is merely a backward native civilization. We are gods. Is this truly appropriate?"

"Do not worry. We are only dealing with that human. We will not disturb the natives there," Odin said.

Heimdall fell silent. He was loyal to only one person: God King Odin.

This was Odin’s decision, and he dared not question it. "Your Majesty, I will activate the Bifrost."

"Mm. Continue monitoring Midgard. I recall that although the humans of that blue planet are a backward native civilization, it contains many extraordinary beings. Mystic Arts Masters should be hidden among them, along with some extraterrestrial creatures that do not belong there," Odin said.

Kong World, Skull Island.

Ye Wen had brought Hela and Kong here to train for three months.

As far as the real world was concerned, no matter how long passed, it was only an instant.

Kong had improved greatly during that time. In just a short while, he had grown to over forty meters tall, nearing fifty. His muscles were bulging, and his fur was glossy black.

As a Titan creature, Kong’s talent was beyond question.

Unfortunately, he was limited by the constraints of carbon-based life. He could not evolve by eating nuclear bombs like Godzilla. Sufficiently powerful firepower or nuclear weapons could destroy Kong.

Unless Kong could train martial arts to the realm of divine mastery, where divine abilities arose naturally. Only then might he attain the body of a true god.

But that was truly inconceivable, sheer fantasy. Not to mention Kong—even Ye Wen himself had not cultivated to that realm. Most of his power came from the Superman Bloodline.

Although the cultivation of traditional martial arts was profound, the process was extremely grueling. Many people might struggle to even get started in their entire lives.

As Ye Wen basked in the sun, he contemplated the realm of Wing Chun. At present, he had only reached the perfection of Dark Force.

The cultivation system of internal martial arts could be divided into Manifest Force, Dark Force, and Transforming Force! They could be cultivated in sequence, or one could begin with Dark Force or Transforming Force.

Most internal martial artists chose to cultivate in order, though some took unconventional paths and trained in later realms in advance.

This was because the methods for cultivating the three realms differed, as did the areas of the human body affected by the training.

Manifest Force mainly trained the bones, Dark Force trained the marrow, and Transforming Force changed the blood!

In Ye Wen’s original plan, reaching Dark Force by the age of thirty would already have made him a master-level martial artist.

But things were different now. He had achieved that goal in just one short year.

In fact, with the aid of the Superman Bloodline, although Ye Wen had only reached the perfection of Dark Force, he had long completed the physical cultivation of all three realms—Manifest, Dark, and Transforming Force.

For example, the processes of bone training, marrow training, and blood changing were effortless for a Superman body.

Marrow training and blood changing were not to be understood literally. They involved special training methods, such as shaking the body to awaken cellular vitality, strengthen the body’s life force, and stimulate the treasures of life! Ye Wen had completed the body’s cultivation. However, internal martial arts did not merely cultivate the body; they also cultivated one’s state of mind. Every realm represented a stage, a state of mind.

Manifest Force was relatively simple, but Dark Force was rather mystical. One needed to seek the moments of emotion in life, allowing one’s heart to transform and enter a state of enlightenment. One’s entire mental outlook would then completely change.

This was not difficult for Ye Wen. With his life experience, entering that state was not a problem.

Although there were many Dark Force martial artists, very few truly grasped its essence. That was why fighters within the same realm could have such wildly varying combat strength.

Beyond that was the realm of "Not a feather can be added, not even a fly can land; others do not know me, but I alone know others!"

The Sincerity Way could foresee the future! This was why Ye Wen had not abandoned his own martial path even after obtaining the Superman Bloodline. In his eyes, the divine abilities of these realms were equally magnificent!

All great paths led to the same destination! One was simply faster, and the other slower. In the end, their destination would still be the same.

"Master, although your kung fu is formidable, I don’t think it’s enough to defeat Odin."

At that moment, Hela could not help coming over to speak. Her personality had changed greatly, but she was still somewhat impatient.

"Awoo, awoo awoo! (Master is the strongest!)" Kong patted his chest, displeased by Hela’s words.

In his eyes, his master was a god, the strongest being in the world.

"Senior Brother Ape God, you’ve never met Odin. You don’t know how powerful he is," Hela said, habitually reaching up to touch her heavenly spirit cover with both hands, only to find no crown there.

"Awoo awoo! (If you don’t accept it, fight me!)" Kong beat his chest, smoke constantly billowing from his nostrils.

"Hela, martial arts lie in perseverance. You must believe that dripping water can wear through stone, and an iron rod can be ground into a needle," Ye Wen said.

"Master, if you can smash a stone apart, why use water to wear through it? Why grind an iron rod into a needle when you can simply use magic to turn it into one?"

Hela asked curiously. In her eyes, was this not pointless effort? How boring would that be?

Ye Wen fell silent. Hela’s strange train of thought had truly left him speechless, and it somehow made sense.

"Ahem, it does not mean you must do it that way. It is a kind of spirit. In this impetuous world, what we need is precisely this will, along with the heart of a learner," Ye Wen said.

"Master, I think you’re making a simple matter complicated," Hela said seriously.

Ye Wen shook his head and pointed ahead. "Hela, let me tell you this. Even if you trained internal martial arts to perfection, you still would not be your father’s match. Its upper limit lies there."

"?? How is that possible, Master? You punched the ocean in half with one blow." Hela was shocked.

"It is different. I never said my power came from kung fu. Kung fu merely allows me to better control this strength that surpasses mortal understanding," Ye Wen explained.

If any ordinary person gained Superman’s power, they might be able to resist temptation on the first day. But if they later discovered they were one of a kind, they would very likely use that power to satisfy their own desires.

That would be terrifying! Unrestrained power was a disaster for the weak.

Ye Wen was human too. It was not that he had never considered becoming a god among men and governing the world according to his own will.

But he soon abandoned the idea. He understood that it was merely his own desires at work, and he would not know how to govern the world either.

Hela fell into thought! Ye Wen continued, "Disciple Hela, I told you before that your power comes from the Odin Force. It is the power in your bloodline, something you were born with.

"Your father merely sealed your power. He did not take it away.

"The crown is a medium, meant to help you control that power more effectively.

"You must believe in your own heart. Believe that you can open the seal through your own will and regain your power.

"Internal martial arts—my martial path—is the key that allows you to see yourself more clearly."

"The key?" Hela murmured thoughtfully.

Ye Wen did not disturb her. At a time like this, Hela needed to comprehend it herself. When she understood the true meaning of power, perhaps it would be time for her to regain it.

Hela sat down on the ground. Ye Wen’s words continuously surfaced in her mind. Recalling the path of cultivation over the past three months, was it not also a journey of the heart—a transformation from god to mortal?

Within her dim spiritual world, countless mirrors appeared before Hela. The scenes reflected in them were mostly memories of the past: Odin forging her into an executioner, her endless killing for the sake of conquest, and her eventual loss of herself.

Hela fell silent. A tear slid from the corner of her eye as she muttered, "Though I am the Goddess of Death who brings slaughter and destruction, I too long for light!"

Outside, the Goddess of Death’s crown hanging from a tree branch trembled slightly.

Ye Wen looked over and saw black vapor emerge from the crown’s surface. Threads of sacred white divine power slowly seeped out.

Though insignificant compared to the entire black crown of death, this thread of light was Hela’s achievement.

Hela, who had been sitting on the ground, was also lifted by an invisible force and began meditating in midair. Streams of air passed around her, making her long black hair flutter.

"?!!"

This bizarre sight shocked Kong for ten thousand years!

Holy shit, this Junior Sister could actually fly? He had entered the sect before her, yet he could not!

"One day, you will be able to as well, little Kong," Ye Wen said.

Hearing this, Kong wanted badly to beat his chest, but he was afraid of disturbing Junior Sister Hela. So he silently crouched there, not daring to make the slightest sound.

This enlightenment lasted through the night. When dawn rose the next day, a ray of morning sunlight shone upon Hela. Only then did she slowly open her eyes. Looking at the half-risen sun on the horizon, she said from the bottom of her heart, "So beautiful!"

Then she noticed that she was sitting in midair. Startled, she fell straight down, but when she was a fist’s breadth from the ground, she did not crash into it. Only then did Hela realize that a thread of divine power had appeared within her. This was not her original power of death, but a new divine power, brimming with the aura of life and light.

She hurriedly steadied herself and looked at Ye Wen. "Master, I succeeded! Oh my god!"

"Congratulations!" Ye Wen smiled warmly, his eyes full of gratification.

"But… but why isn’t it my original power, Master?" Hela asked.

"How does this power feel?" Ye Wen asked.

"It’s warm. It feels so comfortable, like I’m wrapped in light. It makes me want to do good deeds and help those in need. It is the complete opposite of my original power of death!"

Hela closed her eyes and slowly described it, looking utterly blissful.

"If I am not mistaken, the form of the Odin Force is not fixed. It changes according to the host’s state of mind or will. In the past, you were filled with the desire for conquest and slaughter, so the power of death was primarily destructive. Now that you have found peace within your heart, this divine power has been influenced by your will and begun to reverse its polarity," Ye Wen said.

"So that’s how it is. Thank you, Master."

"I absolutely love this power!" Hela said excitedly.

She immediately entered a cultivation state, preparing to strengthen her divine power.

Seeing his disciple work so hard, Ye Wen began considering how to help Hela.

At present, aside from cultivating divine power, Hela needed some external assistance.

For example, armor or a divine weapon! With that thought, Ye Wen’s consciousness entered the Chat Group Mall.

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