After leaving the world of all NPCs

Belfast was the last one to walk out. Her long, silver-white hair, like moonlight, was combed meticulously, and did not look disheveled at all in the cold wind.

She was no longer wearing her usual iconic perfect maid outfit, but a special set of equipment that was obviously designed for extreme cold.

The main color is silver-gray, with a neat and fit cut. The key parts are wrapped with thick wool. The collar is upright and the edge is inlaid with silver-gray metal buckles. The shoulder lines are tough, with a bit of the practical style of the White Eagle military uniform.

She bowed slightly, her posture remaining impeccable. "Commander, this is special operations equipment for extreme cold regions, embodying White Eagle technology. Given its primary purpose is cold resistance and special operations support, its design emphasizes practicality and protection. Its appearance... is inevitably somewhat rustic. Please forgive me, Master."

Ye Zuochen smiled and said, "No, it's very beautiful."

At this moment, the black tower was controlling a suspended rune mirror, making it slowly rotate around Ye Zuochen. The scene reflected in the mirror was not a clear human portrait, but a piece of flowing wood fiber structure texture.

"Haha, it's really interesting. This world actually has all the key features of a complete universe, but the time density is different, the laws of physics, proper time, and celestial laws are completely different. It's completely an alien universe."

She tapped the ground lightly with her staff, and more complex rune mirrors unfolded around her.

The double-helix light and shadow that were elegantly swirling at Ruan Mei's fingertips paused slightly, and then the structure of a part of the light and shadow began to undergo fundamental changes, with branches and geometric edges growing from the broken parts that completely violated biological common sense.

A hint of interest crossed her face, as beautiful as a winter plum blossom, and her voice was as clear as a mountain spring: "The genetic code that constitutes the existing life in this universe is not based on the basic structure of the 'double helix' we know."

The communication between these two top minds seemed to weave a dizzying network of knowledge in the air.

Ye Zuochen listened silently to the discussions about time density, physical laws, celestial laws, and genetic coding. Each word was like an independent little stone, bouncing around in his mind, but they could not be connected into any understandable picture.

He finally couldn't help it, frowning slightly, and looked at the two women who were immersed in their own fields with a hint of confusion: "Although it does sound... magical? But I don't feel anything special."

"Yes, Commander." Belfast, standing quietly half a step behind him, echoed softly, "I haven't felt any unusual changes in my perception either."

Heita's attention finally shifted away from the rotating mirrors, and his violet eyes glanced at Ye Zuochen with a helpless look of "Isn't this obvious?"

She waved her hand casually, and a full-length mirror with runes flowing around the edges slid silently in front of Ye Zuochen.

There are completely incomprehensible images and text on it.

"Look," Heita tapped the mirror with his chin. "The moment you passed through that 'atrium,' the fundamental particles that make up your existence, their smallest structural units, underwent a fundamental transformation. They're no longer molecules or atoms, but more like some kind of primitive wood fiber matrix."

Ye Zuochen stared at his reflection in the mirror, tilting his head thoughtfully. He raised his hand and touched his face, feeling the warm skin still. "Oh? Sounds pretty impressive?"

"The structural differences themselves aren't that shocking." Black Tower retracted the mirror reflecting the strange patterns. "The truly interesting topic, after all, lies in..."

Ruan Mei interjected, "It doesn't matter if it's in human form."

Heita turned sharply towards Ruan Mei.

Their eyes met in mid-air for a split second, and then Heita's face blossomed into a bright smile, as if he had found a confidant. The lily on the magic hat trembled slightly. "It seems we are thinking the same thing!"

"What do you mean?" Ye Zuochen's eyes swept back and forth between the two women with very different temperaments but equally amazing intelligence, completely failing to keep up with their jumping thoughts.

Ruan Mei took a light step forward, and the cool and fragrant scent of plum blossoms brushed against his nose faintly. She raised her hand wearing a black gauze glove and gently touched Ye Zuochen's chest with her fingertips.

"My dear, as long as humans maintain their 'human' form—with hands and feet, a head and a torso—then it doesn't matter how their cells mutate, how their internal organs adjust, even if the atomic arrangement is completely overturned, or even what bizarre orbits the stars in the sky above follow—it doesn't matter to them at all."

"All life is the pursuit of inner reflection, or in a more understandable term, 'the enlightenment of thoughts'."

"The human form, with its inherent structure and perceptual patterns, is the easiest way to achieve this access."

"Only in this way, when life leaps to a higher dimension, the 'script' they decide is so concise that it can be summarized in a single philosophical word."

Ye Zuochen frowned slightly.

Thoughts are clear.

It’s really a magical word.

In Ye Zuochen's understanding, "clear thoughts" can actually be summed up in one word: "refreshing".

Since the fourth level can decide the script of the universe, then this script will naturally make oneself happy.

What is the understanding of human thoughts?

Nothing more than…

Ye Zuochen thought of his fellow tribesmen.

Then he thought of those gods who were too much like humans and refused to obey. He also thought of his desire to come to the earth and his firm self - this is also a kind of thought that shows his understanding.

So……

We are really satisfied.

However, if according to Ruan Mei, the fourth level of human form, or the fourth level with human nature, is the easiest to understand, then does it mean that the more one deviates from human and the less human the fourth level is, the harder it is to understand thoughts?

----nothingness.

Ye Zuochen thought of the star god "Nothingness" of the collapsed universe.

Just as Ye Zuochen was immersed in this sudden association and his eyes were slightly distracted, Heita raised his little hand, and a cold metal piece with fine gear patterns on the edge made a light click and accurately adhered to the metal buckle on the edge of the left breast pocket of Ye Zuochen's red commander uniform.

"I made this casually. Take it with you to collect some information."

Ruan Mei's slender fingers brushed past silently, and a drop of dew quietly merged into the shoulder strap of Ye Zuochen's right uniform, disappearing in an instant without even a ripple.

"My dear, please take a look around this [Divine Realm]."

After doing all this, Heita casually pulled out the staff stuck in the ground, and the suspended rune mirror disappeared without a trace.

The last bit of genetic light and shadow on Ruan Mei's fingertips also quietly disappeared.

They turned around in tacit understanding, walked briskly, and headed straight for the wooden door that still stood quietly on the edge of the wind and snow.

"Okay, we still have some data to process, you can play here by yourself." Heita waved his hand without looking back, his tone as relaxed as if he was sending a child to the playground.

Ruan Mei had already stepped into the soft light of the door. She turned her head slightly and said, "Dear, we need to go see Queen Lala and Ms. Precious. If you need anything... you can come find me later."

The moment the words fell, the two figures were completely lost in the hazy light and shadow inside the door.

Walking really fast.

Ye Zuochen said to Belfast: "Let's go."

He raised his hand naturally and gently placed it on Belfast's elbow, which was covered with thick combat uniform.

The next moment, the frozen soil and snow under the soles of the boots seemed to lose their texture and turn into nothingness.

The field of vision suddenly rose, and the whistling sound of the wind in my ears suddenly became distant and blurred, leaving only a wonderful feeling of weightlessness passing by.

The barrier was formed by countless cold and rough stone pillars tightly interlocked. The jagged outline was just a fleeting afterimage in the sight, and then it was left far behind.

The sense of gravity returns.

The soles of the boots no longer felt like hard, biting frozen soil, but slightly moist and elastic mud.

A warm breeze mixed with the fragrance of soil, the fresh air of grass and trees, and the faint smell of distant cooking smoke blew in my face, instantly dispelling the bitter coldness of the permafrost.

The air also became warm and soft, stepping from the cold winter into the embrace of late spring.

Belfast landed steadily on the soft grass, his combat boots barely leaving a deep mark.

She looked around quickly.

There is a green meadow under your feet, dotted with small unknown wild flowers.

Not far away, in the well-arranged farmlands, heavy golden ears of wheat swayed in the warm breeze, extending all the way to the edge of the lush green forest belt in the distance.

The sky was no longer the lifeless leaden gray on the other side of the wall, but a watery blue.

The sun shines down unhindered, bringing with it a warmth that softens your bones.

"here it is?"

"The other side of the wall."

Ye Zuochen let go of her hand, and her crimson dress fluttered slightly in the warm breeze.

"The place we were just now, including this place, is part of the [Divine Realm]."

"What is the divine realm?"

"It can be understood as a 'mythical world.'" Ye Zuochen casually took two steps forward, his boots rustling softly as they stepped on the green grass. "A world that operates completely according to the very settings of its own myths and legends."

"Imagine it, like... well, like the world depicted in Journey to the West, the culmination of Eastern mythology."

"The world created by Laozi was divided into four huge continents."

"And above the sky, where the clouds and mists linger, is the heaven where countless gods reside."

"Immortal officials come and go, stars are arranged in formation, and the laws of heaven are strict."

"The Dragon Palace, which governs the vast ocean, and the Underworld, which controls the cycle of reincarnation... The entire world's operating logic, from the trajectory of the stars to the fate of mortals, is firmly regulated by the will of these gods and the rules written within the pages of mythology."

“Birth, old age, sickness, and death, fortune, misfortune, and calamity, are all contained within it.”

He raised his hand and pointed casually at the blue sky. "The same principle applies here. I'm just applying rules from another book."

Belfast listened quietly, a glimmer of understanding flashing across his clear blue eyes.

"Then, Commander, the core text of this [Divine Realm] we are in right now must be the Norse mythology system."

"Compared to the grand and complex Eastern mythology universe you just described, with its intricate systems and structures, the worldview of Norse mythology does seem relatively...straightforward."

"A system of nine realms supported by the world tree Yggdrasil."

"There's Asgard, the kingdom of the gods, Alfheim, the land of the elves, Midgard, the human world, Jotunheim, the kingdom of the giants, Helheim, where the dead rest, Muspelheim, the kingdom of fire, Niflheim, the kingdom of ice, and so on."

"Ragnarok... is the final battle that is destined to descend upon the Nine Realms as predicted."

"The gods fell, the world burned, and all things sank."

Ye Zuochen was a little surprised: "You know it so clearly?"

"Yes, Master." Belfast bowed slightly. "As your personal head maid and even your marriage ship, it is my duty and my sincere wish to understand the background information of every world you may enter."

Ye Zuochen nodded slightly. "Everything in the [Divine Realm] operates according to mythology, and naturally that includes the 'plot'."

"Even if some gods knew all the plots of the myth with their power, they could not change them because they were the collective will of the gods."

"Things like the Trojan War in Greek mythology, Ragnarok in Norse mythology, the war between the Hundred and Five Dhritarashtra in Indian mythology, and the Journey to the West in Chinese folklore novels... these are all inevitable plots, but there are some minor differences in the details between different [Divine Realms], and they can even be said to be completely different."

"Take the Journey to the West as an example. This myth has gone through a long process of iteration. Although it has become widely known due to Journey to the West, there were still multiple versions of the myth before that."

"In other words, the general trend is determined, but the details can be changed."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "Norse mythology has a definite 'end,' so Zalvan threw me into this [Divine Realm] to prevent me from using [Pre-Destined Divine Pupil] to fight my way back."

Belfast took a step forward and came to Ye Zuochen's side: "Commander, what are your plans next?"

Ye Zuochen withdrew his distant gaze. "I don't have the [Power] to return normally, so I can only use the [Great Light Ball] to cheat... But even if I fight my way back, I can't deal with the immortality that Ahura and the [Salvation Divine Sword] have assimilated."

"Besides, since we've come to this world of gods, it would be a shame to do nothing."

“This is a rare buffet.”

"I will take part in it and let this 'Twilight of the Gods' end according to my wishes."

Belfast bowed deeply again, his posture flawless, his silver hair falling like a waterfall.

"I understand. May your will guide the flow of the river of fate. May your light penetrate the twilight of the gods."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took a step back silently. The light of her wedding ring flashed, and a wooden door appeared. She walked into it.

Ye Zuochen took a deep breath of the vibrant air on this warm land, then slowly raised his eyes.

hum-

In the exterior scene, the [Tree of Life of Creation] suddenly appeared, and a graceful figure slowly sat down.

As Lian sat on the branch, a huge amount of magical power instantly flowed into his whole body.

The cursed energy consumed in the previous battle was instantly replenished.

then.

Deep in the pupil, the square outline formed by light threads appeared again.

The eyes began to focus, and the two square light frames slowly moved, overlapping little by little.

In the center of the field of vision, the core area formed by the overlapping of the two frames, the light suddenly intensified, as if concentrating all the surrounding light.

He chose the future he needed—arriving at the battlefield of Ragnarok.

hum!

The boxes of vision completely overlapped, and the next moment, Ye Zuochen disappeared from his original spot and arrived at the battlefield of Ragnarok.

call--

The warm and abundant atmosphere of the human kingdom was instantly thrown into the sky, replaced by a foehn wind.

He stood at the bridgehead.