Gods, young and old,

Descendants of the Patronus Heimdall!

Odin, the father of the fallen Immortals,

You want me to tell you about it,

Rumors and anecdotes from the past,

Now let's talk about it from the beginning

- Edda, Iceland, "The Prophecy of the Female Fortune Teller"

The purgatory described in Dante's Divine Comedy is like a high mountain, deep in the sea on the other side of the earth opposite Jerusalem, divided into seven levels, where the spirits of the dead repent, cultivate, and cleanse themselves according to the seven deadly sins of mankind: arrogance, jealousy, anger, laziness, greed, greed, and lust. Lost in the Forest of Sin, Dante drank the water of Lethe and entered the heavens, only to see a flash of lightning......

Qin Beiyang opened his eyes.

In the fiery purgatory, the sky is full of seven kinds of human evils, and I don't know which one I count? He felt that he was lying in the coffin, the catalpa coffin of the Tang Dynasty, painted with bright and dazzling paintings, as if he was in the era of Wu Zetian, surrounded by hunting, feasting, conquest, as well as farmers, diseases, labor, huge tombs without friends......

He saw again Valkyries on white horses, charming virgin maidens, galloping on horseback, blonde hair like an erupting volcano. They caressed his body and took him through the three layers of the universe to the realm of the gods. Viking Valhalla, the cyclops Odin, opens his arms to embrace the warrior's undead and waits for the twilight of the gods. But he shook his head and turned away.

Then he fell from heaven like countless fallen stars and volcanic ash......

He saw the nine colors.

First, it was a small town tomb beast incarnated as a big dog, with a beast face that looked like a dog, not a dog, a deer and not a deer, with a red mane, a snow-white coat, sharp antlers growing on the top of its head, and white hair replaced by bronze scale armor, guarding the young Qilin Town Tomb Beast in the underground palace.

He stroked Nine Colors and wanted to touch someone, but she wasn't with him.

Memories are like a pot of boiling water, gradually cooling and becoming clear in time. He remembered a sea of Arctic ice, an uninhabited island, and a warning "Don't open the Viking tomb!" He thought of the Viking Valhalla, of Odin, of Thor, and of Tyr, the god of war. He thought of the secret room of the goddess of desire, and thought of Ouyang Anna's body. He also remembered the giant wolf Fenrir, the underground palace at the bottom of the mausoleum, the coffin of the ship where the Viking leader was buried.

Finally, there is the golden well under the coffin.

He saved Ouyang Anna, and then fell into the crater himself, followed by the loyal Nine Colors.

Where are memories interrupted? By the way, in free fall, who can resist gravity? He falls into the boiling lava of the crater, and the tongue of fire at tens of thousands of degrees will instantly burn him into steam, and his flesh will be re-disintegrated into carbon atoms, and the metal will be melted into molten iron.

In the last second, just a few feet away from the magma, he felt a long strip of object, filled with wriggling scales. It ran like a bullet at high speed, flying over the erupting crater, and by the way, intercepted him in the air. He instinctively clung to the object, and found that it was a black dragon—several trains long all over his body, and the nine colors also fell on the dragon's back.

This is not a dream.

Riding on this black lightning bolt with his ears against the dragon's scales, he smelled the pungent smell of venom and lost consciousness as cancer cells divided......

Nine Colors woke him up.

Qin Beiyang doesn't know how long he has been in a coma? But whether alive or dead, the nine colors are still with you.

Behind his back was An Lushan's three-foot Tang knife, and Hetian's warm blood jade was hot. Beneath the chest, deep in the lobes of the lungs, the burning pain remains. But as long as it hurts, it means that you are still alive.

A year ago, on a spring night in Beijing, Qin Beiyang also fell from a height. When he woke up from a coma for an unknown amount of time, he found that he had come to the "Kingdom of Heaven", on the top of the high mountain and white clouds where the gods lived, and others told Qin Beiyang that he was dead and must practice with a group of children in the "Heavenly Academy" in the afterlife.

That's not a dream, it's not either.

The pain in the body is waning, unlike before falling into the crater, when the lobes of the lungs hurt like they were about to explode, and the high fever made people dizzy.

This is a burial chamber.

Where is the basalt burial chamber with its tall dome dome? Whose tomb is it? Anyway, it's not the Bailuyuan Tang Dynasty Tomb.

There were no burial goods in sight, and the whole burial chamber was empty, clean, and dead. Qin Beiyang grabbed Jiu Se's head and walked towards the depths of the tomb, where there was a lamp and a sarcophagus.

On three steps above, the sarcophagus is illuminated by lamps that have not been extinguished for thousands of years. The lamp has no heat, no fire, but some kind of fluorescent substance, like a glowing organism in the deep sea. He felt cold under his feet, bubbling with cold air, like in a freezer in a slaughterhouse. This is not a sarcophagus, but an ice coffin, carved from thousands of years of ice, and perhaps the liquid that makes up the ice is not ordinary water molecules, but some kind of substance that stores lower temperatures. The surface is tinged with gray, giving the illusion of stone. There is no decoration of gold or silver treasures, and if you look at the surface of the sarcophagus, you can see that it is translucent.

He saw a man lying in the sarcophagus.

The coffin made of ice was very long, four meters long, and nearly two meters in height and width. The people in the sarcophagus are also very long, almost two Qin Beiyang heights - definitely beyond the height of normal humans.

Looking inside the translucent coffin, the cold air penetrated through the skin and slowly penetrated into the capillaries, almost freezing and solidifying him. Qin Beiyang saw a man. A man with black hair and a beard that is somewhere between a Westerner and an Oriental. The owner of the tomb was strong, with broad shoulders and chest, beast-like muscles, and a thick layer of dark hair.

He didn't rot......

Because the coffin was made of special ice, perhaps below minus 30 degrees, the shape of any organism could be maintained for a long time in an environment of eternal ice and snow. Ice mummies are the oldest preserved, at least much more reliable than the ancient Egyptians.

The person in the coffin was unclothed and naked and exposed to the cold. Qin Beiyang was confused. Usually the ancients would wear the best clothes and be buried as a sign of honor. But to be able to enjoy the treatment of lying in this kind of tomb for thousands of years is by no means ordinary.

His lower body is not a human being – but a real beast.

Below the waist of the tomb owner were two animal legs. Can't tell what kind of beast it is? Tiger? Leopard? Wolf? Bear? Or rather, big cats? Ursidae? Canidae? It doesn't seem like it.

Some kind of animal that has long been extinct?

He glanced back at the Nine Colors, like the hidden lifeform in the small town tomb beast, some new species of deer that had never been discovered before, only existed in ancient times.

Qin Beiyang had a premonition of something, and he boldly climbed to the top of the two-meter-high coffin. It's like you're a dead man, or a tomb robber, lying on an ice coffin and peeping in. The lid is not as thick as the sides, and the ice cubes are almost completely transparent, allowing a clear view of the front of the tomb owner.

Men with full nudity in the front.

Seeing his face, maybe thirty years old? Forty years old? It is difficult to judge age. The racial profile is not obvious, but it is certainly not a blonde Viking, with light brown skin under dark hair, a medium-height nose bridge, broad lips, and a brown beard. His eye sockets are not very deep, and he has some high cheekbones, like a mixed race between Westerners and Chinese.

He's a one-eyed dragon.

His right eye was blind and had a terrible scar. Looking at his burly figure again, four words flashed in Qin Beiyang's heart - cyclops.

Odin?

As recorded in mythology, he was a right-eyed giant with the power of a god – for he was not partly human. But Odin will be born and die, in a sense, Odin is not a god, but a half-human, half-beast warrior.

In ancient times, the human race had not yet been divided. Or rather, there is only one race, just out of Africa, showing the characteristics of black, yellow and white, not the mythical blonde and blue eyes.

The great god Odin in the coffin, is it a body that sleeps forever? Or a living person hibernating through the ages? Like the immortal Xu Fu found in the Yoshino Kofun in Japan? Or is it just a statue?

In the era of mythical beasts, half-human, half-beast, half-human and half-god heroes like Odin appeared, who had both the power and spirituality of beasts, and the wisdom and emotion of humans. There must have been similar mythical beasts and heroes in the East, protecting the weak infancy of humans. He even passed on the spark of civilization to human beings, so as to become a god in the minds of human beings and worship it from generation to generation.

Odin opened his eyes.