Time fluctuates, the world shatters...

As Crown Prince Wuh’s corpse was sealed inside the Gilded Jade Gourd, the lifelike Divine Kingdom dissipated before Ye Qingzhou’s eyes.

The entire world became hazy within the five senses, transforming into a seemingly ephemeral dust cloud, hidden in the depths of the time-space river.

Various memories gently drifted through his mind, bringing Ye Qingzhou the biggest emotional upheaval yet, with a hint of melancholy.

Suppressing the subtle emotions, he began to calmly assess the gains and losses from this experience.

Before being dragged into the Crown Prince Golden Crow’s Divine Kingdom, Ye Qingzhou’s Infinite Sword Realm had already made small achievements; the Infinite Heart Image was only missing the final Tai Chi Image to reach Perfection, and the Demigod Body was already standing proudly amongst Martial Saint Strong Persons, just half a step away from Martial God.

Closing his eyes, he carefully savored the All Heaven Stars lighting up inside him, and the heart organ resembling a great sun. Ye Qingzhou felt his essence, qi, and spirit had significantly improved.

Any moment now, he could take that final half-step, ascending to Godhood!

In reality, Ye Qingzhou, having perfected the Divine Feather Celestial Serpent Sword, now already possessed the power characteristic of a Tenth Realm Martial God. As long as he activated the Infinite Sword Realm, he could temporarily bear the Power of Dao.

There wasn’t much difference in terms of power compared to a true Tenth Realm Martial God.

The difference being that Martial God Cultivation wouldn’t regress, while Ye Qingzhou relied on the augmentation of the Infinite Sword Realm, which constituted a temporary enhancement.

"Infinite Sword Realm, Divine Kingdom prototype... This exploration of the Taixi Grotto Heaven, I’ve truly gained massively, unexpectedly obtaining the supreme inheritance from the ancient Feather Race civilization..."

If not for the Feather Race civilization having perished in the river of history, and the Crown Prince Golden Crow needing him to avenge Him, such Divine Skills and Techniques wouldn’t be attainable. Not even a member of the Feather Race could possibly qualify to learn them.

"Ye Qingzhou!"

"Old Gu."

Upon hearing the voice, Ye Qingzhou looked over and quickly saw Gu Minghui rushing towards him.

With an anxious expression, recalling when they all entered the fifth layer of the Ink Black Nest, they encountered a Martial God corpse; not a moment passed before the Black Feather Birdman disappeared along with Ye Qingzhou, being whisked into the Divine Kingdom.

The Crown Prince Golden Crow’s Divine Kingdom was extraordinary, having forcibly extracted a segment of time and space from ancient times, crafted with supreme magical power.

Without an invitation, entry was nearly impossible. Even Emperor Realm Powerhouses attempting to break in forcefully would only completely destroy the Divine Kingdom without preserving the Feather Race inheritance within.

"It’s so good you’re alright."

Gu Minghui’s expression was excited; in this operation, the most important person among everyone was Ye Qingzhou. If anyone encountered trouble, Ye Qingzhou absolutely could not. Therefore, during Ye Qingzhou’s disappearance, the remaining five nearly searched every corner of the Ink Black Nest’s fifth layer.

"How long have I been away?"

"Five days! You disappeared for a full five days!"

"Only five days?"

Ye Qingzhou contemplated silently, having trained under the Flying River Sword Waterfall for half a year, never expecting only five days had passed externally.

This clearly shows the Divine Kingdom and the external time-space are independent, with different rates of time passage.

Moments later, the six reunited.

Ye Qingzhou could tell each person wore expressions of excitement to varying degrees, evidently indicating they had found numerous treasures within the fifth layer of the Ink Black Nest during these five days.

Not that Ye Qingzhou envied them, since he had already attained the greatest benefits, even unlocking the final of the three sets of Golden Talisman Secret Texts, ’Void Temple’.

This was a cultivation technique directly reaching Emperor Realm, the Feather Race Imperial Family’s supreme inheritance, with value surpassing any Divine Weapon, truly the ultimate secret.

The group returned full-handed, and the pollution source of the Ink Black Nest was resolved by Gu Minghui. Soon, Dongji Kingdom could explore the Ink Black Nest more safely, conducting some ’archaeological excavations’.

Being the large public burial site of the Feather Race civilization, its archaeological value was immense. Treasures and rare items came second; the most crucial was whether they could uncover documentations associated with knowledge and technology—those were the real priceless treasures.

Perhaps due to carrying the corpse of the Crown Prince Golden Crow, Ye Qingzhou faced significant challenges entering, hovering between life and death, but leaving was unobstructed.

But as soon as he stepped out of the Ink Black Nest, he was suddenly ambushed.

It was as if the poet’s whispers came to his ears, recounting the grand verses of Nordic Mythology’s "Edda".

The power of Thought Ability, converging the wills of all living beings, in countless prayers and hymns, a giant serpent materialized from illusion, gradually growing rich in flesh and revealing its form.

It bit its tail, embodying both male and female aspects, coiling around the entire world, symbolizing "everything", "perfection", "cycle", and "Yin Yang", representing the natural phenomenon of cyclical renewal, both beginning and end.

Bzz bzz bzz~

The giant serpent emitted a hiss that shook the heavens and earth; Ye Qingzhou only felt as if hundreds of bees were buzzing near his ears, silence and blurriness occupying all senses, immediately swapped by faint sounds.

Gurgle~ Gurgle~

That was the serpent’s stomach slowly writhing, an endless hunger and appetite urging it to swallow the whole world.

Midgard Serpent Jörmungandr!

Of course, this wasn’t Jörmungandr’s true form descending, otherwise Ye Qingzhou and the others would have no chance of resistance; even escaping would be a miracle.

"It’s Tristan!"

"Everyone beware, this is his ’Mythical Epic’ mental imagery, capable of utilizing ballads and verses to exploit the terrifying power of mythical life from distant past!"