It's a completely still world!

Wren thinks he is well-informed, and he has long been unfazed by the bombardment of information explosions. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But at this moment, he was shocked by what he saw with his own eyes.

In front of him, at most, five or six meters tall, a large tree with dark green leaves seemed to tell Wren that it had left all its beloved in that summer many, many years ago. Every inch of the texture on the leaves, every green cell came to life, as if the tree was not actually dead, but time stopped when it met it. Not far from the tree, two even larger Peteran yaks were eating the weeds on the ground with their heads down, their eyes not losing their luster because millions of years had passed.

The aura of thorns in Wren's left eye spun rapidly, giving him even more powerful vision, allowing him to even see a trace of torn weeds flying out of the mouth of one of the Peter Ann yaks as it chewed!

Further afield......

The ice field is like a completely static world, filled with countless magical things on top of each other, and each layer is like a page in a storybook. Every time a new page is opened, people also get new surprises.

It's amazing!

"How did they do it?", he asked, it was completely against all the rules he knew, and it was even more shocking than the discovery of fossils. It's all like the moment the shutter is pressed behind the camera, and everything stops at this second. What kind of power could have created such a miraculous scene? Magic? He didn't think that magic could have that power, not even for the Dominant.

They might be able to make a small area, say three or five squares, like this, but it's absolutely impossible to do it in the whole ice field.

Is it really a god?

With Wren's silence, many others gradually recovered from the shock, and an unspeakable fear grew in everyone's hearts. There are people who bow their heads and silently recite the names of the gods they believe in. There are also people who look up, trying to confirm again whether there is a palace of gods in the sky.

In the face of such power, anyone will feel small, as well as humble!

Robado seemed to have done his homework, and he also looked pious and humble at this time, bowing his head and introducing Wren, "According to legend, in ancient times, there was a battle between the gods, and countless gods fought each other in the sky, and rivers of blood flowed. With the death of each god, a blood-red wound will be cracked in the sky, and the whole world will mourn for the dead god, and blood will rain. ”

"In a certain lineage, there was once a powerful main god whose name was 'Dumeron', and according to some accounts, this god used to refer to the king who controlled all things ice and snow. In the midst of such a divine war in which all the gods participated, Dumeron was shot down from the sky by his enemies. He was seriously injured and dying. But instead of running away, he took the initiative to split his godhead, bursting out all his power in an instant, and the huge divine power instantly devoured him and his enemies. ”

"Heaven and earth seemed to be frozen by the extremely strong Dongqi, and he and his enemies were reduced to broken ice slag and scattered all over the ground. The place where he rests eternally lies beneath the sacred mountain in the heart of the ice field. According to some very magical accounts, after Dumeron died, his blood became an ice barbarian with the same appearance as him, and his vertebrae became a holy mountain......"

Much of Robbardo's commentary is unfounded speculation or oral legends, but Wren knows it's all true. Isn't what he saw in the secret cave the battle of the gods called Ragnarok? Countless gods hated and killed each other, and the sky was constantly flowing with golden blood and fell to the ground like meteors, and the sky was torn apart, and countless souls under the sky were crying!

Since that day, there has been no god ...... in this world.

Wren withdrew his gaze, looked at the ice field and sighed leisurely, even if he was a god, he couldn't get rid of those unseen and untouchable fates. Those gods who claim to be the gods of fate are nothing more than humble pawns manipulated by fate.

In this world, no one can escape the control of fate! He clenched his fists, even if his future fate has been written on a page in a certain book, he will change all this!

He will not become an ice field, nor will he be reduced to the past, he will become the master of this world!

"Let's go!", after collecting his mood, Wren's face returned to calm, only the deepest part of his eyes, flashing with some kind of bright spark!

At the moment when Wren's palm touched the ice field, the high priest in the palace on the holy mountain suddenly opened his eyes. Her eyes were empty, space and time seemed to have lost their power under her gaze, and after her gaze had traveled countless distances, she saw a flickering golden light.

Countless ice crystals were used from all directions, along her naked ankles, crawling all over her body little by little, and the outermost layer of ice crystals suddenly cracked, leaving a soft blue robe to cover her body. The ice crystals under her feet wrapped around her legs as if they were alive, carrying her body and moving her according to her will.

It seems that the sound made when the ice crystals shattered alarmed the saint lying on the ice couch on the other side of the palace, and the saint also opened her eyes.

"Mother, where are you going?", she rolled over and sat up, she had just come of age, she had not yet inherited the power left by the gods, and she did not yet have the ability to manipulate ice and snow.

The ice crystals under the high priest's feet suddenly stopped churning, and she turned to look at the holy woman sideways, a complicated light flashed in her eyes, "It's nothing, suddenly my heart fluctuated, and I felt that something was getting out of my control." ”

The saint was slightly stunned, on the ice field, as long as there was snow and ice, it was her mother's domination. Within this boundary, her will is the will of the ice field. When she's angry, there's an ice storm all over the ice field, and when she's happy, she's letting the sun shine. Never, at least since she was sensible, had ever seen anything that could break free from her control.

In the face of her daughter's worried eyes, the high priest showed a slightly humane smile, and she stretched out her hand and stroked the hair of the saint from a long distance. A frosty breath, like the hand of the high priest, gently stroked the hair of the holy woman, "Don't worry, as long as it is within the range of the ice field, no one can hurt me." After a pause, she looked at the ice nest formed by the condensation of ice crystals in the middle of the palace, "Take care of him, he is our future!"

The saint nodded her head lightly, walked to the edge of the ice nest, looked at the sleeping child in the ice nest, and showed a smile full of maternal brilliance. This smile is like a lightning bolt that tears through the dark clouds, pierces the gloom of the sun, and blooms with a dazzling light! The baby at this time is no longer shivering in the cold temperature as he did some time ago, and his whole body is curled up in the ice crystals. The ice crystals rose and fell slightly as he breathed.

The saintess stretched out the wrist of her left hand, and her mana surged, and her fingertips condensed into a small dagger. She smiled and slit her wrist, and bright red blood with faint golden flecks flowed out and dripped down the baby's body. His body was like a sponge that never had limits, and the blood with golden spots was instantly absorbed into the skin.

It wasn't until the saint was a little dizzy that she pressed her wound with her jade-like almost translucent fingers. From front to back, gently moving along the wound, the wound was completely healed, and it didn't even stay for a long time.

The baby in the ice nest rolled over, stretched out his thumb and stuffed it into his mouth, and slept more soundly.

"I'm sorry that what was supposed to be my responsibility has become a burden to you. It was only when mother and daughter were there that the high priest seemed to be a living person, not a sacred symbol, and she sighed faintly, "This may be the value and purpose of our existence." ”

Of course the saint knew what she was talking about, after all, she was also a saint, and she also got part of the memory of Di Melonon. She knew very well that the child she gave birth to, once she regained her divinity, would become a boarding body for Dymeron. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help it, because it was her mission and responsibility.

"At least until that day comes, he's still my baby, isn't he?" she said, reaching out and gently caressing the baby's tender little face. The baby in the ice nest seemed to feel the call from its mother, and a peaceful smile appeared on its face.

The more she was like this, the more heartache the High Priest felt.

A cold wind blew and blew down the ice crystals on the ground, and the high priest was gone.

The next moment, on the edge of the cliff that Wren had touched, a human face made of ice crystals poked out of the cliff, it was the high priest. She looked left and right, feeling the lingering breath in the air, her mind fluctuating.

This is the taste of divinity, that golden flash, must be the brilliance of divinity.

She was full of worries, what kind of impact would it have if a person with divine nature came to the ice field at this critical moment?

She didn't dare to get too close to the golden light, and the brief contact before had made her aware of the threat. That special power seemed to be able to easily disintegrate her abilities, and this was the first time she had encountered such a situation since she became a high priest.

Therefore, she did not dare to act rashly.

"Let my people, first tempt you, descendants of the gods!"