Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

“Mr. Laine, the Spring of Wisdom is a spiritual entity. Perhaps in the previous disaster, it instinctively attached itself to something nearby and concealed its presence,”

reminded the immense head of Mimir that was beside him.

“Maybe it has burrowed into this root system, or it could have merged into the depths of the earth. It might require some searching to find it.”

“You’re right, in fact, I’ve already found it.”

Looking down at the desolate and ruined land beneath his feet, Laine’s face was impassive. Below the pit, there was a strange aura distinctly different from its surroundings.

It was somewhat similar to the traces left in the Golden Palace, yet vastly different. If not unexpected, that was the Eye of Odin that Mimir spoke of previously. Hence, Laine extended his hand and beckoned gently towards the pit.

The next moment, the mud churned and a white pupil slowly floated up, flying towards the palm of Laine’s hand. However, just as it was about to land in his grasp, an abrupt change occurred.

The originally scattered and dull black pupil suddenly condensed into madness. A myriad of bizarre voices echoed in the space around, and shadows rolled up from behind Laine’s shadow, entwining towards him.

“Be careful!”

Mimir hurriedly cautioned, having not anticipated such an event.

He was but a severed head, stripped of all extraordinary powers, with no possibility of leaving this place on his own. And this Eye of Odin, which had somehow developed its own consciousness, was clearly not something easy to communicate with.

“No harm done; its essence is profound, but its power is too scattered.”

Faced with the sudden emergency, Laine was undisturbed. For him, it wasn’t difficult to determine whether a being had consciousness. The Eye of Odin in front of him, which had undergone bizarre changes and was extremely chaotic and evil, was undoubtedly conscious.

Tentacles formed from shadows pierced through Laine’s body from behind, yet no sound of piercing flesh was heard. Behind and slightly to the side of the eyeball, another Laine had silently appeared at some point.

He didn’t even glance at the Eye of Odin that continued to radiate filthy spiritual fluctuations, but instead viciously grabbed at the air.

“Hiss—”

In the next instant, the distant eyeball burst apart, which turned out to be a mere illusion. The true Eye of Odin was held directly in Laine’s hand, and as it felt itself restrained, it struggled and thrashed madly, a ray shooting out from its pupil. But when it struck Laine’s palm, it had no effect whatsoever.

Around it, veins had already stretched out, seemingly wanting to plunge into the deity’s body in front of it and consume his flesh and blood. But this was equally futile, repelled easily by the faint light on the surface of his palm.

Yet looking at all this, Laine’s expression became grave. He could feel the terrifying power hidden within this little thing.

It had simply not yet fully integrated everything into one. It was somewhat like when Laine had first carved out the Spirit Realm; in a short amount of time, he had gained a tremendous amount of power, but had not yet fully assimilated these things. Otherwise, Laine admitted that it might not have been so easy to subdue the other party.

“What are you?”

Flipping the eyeball in his hand so its pupil faced him, Laine asked slowly. After all, it should be conscious; and with consciousness, there should be communication.

However, the result disappointed him. Within his spiritual perception, the thought processes of the Eye of Odin were still chaotic and violent. It had its own primitive logic, but this logic clearly did not include communicating with what it saw as food.

Around Laine, the shadows thus transformed into various forms of life, rushing towards him fearlessly, only to be reduced to ashes the moment they neared him.

Even though it was only an eye, the power it demonstrated at this moment was extraordinary. Had it not been in this collapsing world of origins, but within the Chaos World, Laine had no doubt it could have contaminated millions of miles of land in an instant, and the rays from its pupil could have struck down stars.

Of course, that would be before the laws of the present world had been established. However, whether such twisted forms of life would care about the laws was another question.

“Do you know what’s going on?”

After observing for a while with no clues, Laine turned to Mimir.

At this moment, the eerie eyeball was still shooting out various kinds of rays from its pupil, with those inclined towards the spiritual being the most powerful.

The chaotic and mad spiritual will reminded Laine of Hyperion, the God of Sun whom he had turned into steps for ascension.

“… The last essence of the Spring of Wisdom seems to have merged with the Eye of Odin sacrificed by Odin, endowing it with endless knowledge and a vague consciousness. But this certainly wouldn’t cause it to become like this, since the knowledge gained from the Spring is orderly,”

Mimir observed, also unclear about what had happened with the eyeball in Laine’s hand.

“Perhaps this is related to the destruction of the world, Mr. Laine. This is the only link I can make out,”

he said, which, after many words, essentially amounted to nothing substantial. Mimir knew these details, as could Laine.

It seems that the Spring of Wisdom will likely not have a chance to be reborn in the Spirit Realm, as it has now fully fused with the changed Eye of Odin and is further mixed with other powers.