Novel & Cerita Nine Worlds Yggdrasil

One glass of alcohol won't harm him, he thought. “Fine, I'll drink it.” He took a large gulp. Derek’s expression softened slightly. “Good.” Lewis winced faintly as the alcohol burned his throat. “What was that?” Derek leaned back comfortably. “My special mix.” Lewis raised an eyebrow. “And what does it do?” Derek lifted his own glass slowly. “Helps me stay out of reality.” Lewis stared at him for a moment. “Like it helps you get high?” Derek nodded thoughtfully. “Fair enough if you say it that way.”

The Blood Sacrifice of Fiends contained the Path of Yin Yang. Darryl observed for a short period before he realized that among the 18 stone pillars, half of them were positive Nine Grid Formation, and the other half were negative Nine Grid Formation. Positive Nine Grid Formation was the Yang energy, and negative Nine Grid Formation was the Yin energy. So, the only way of decoding it was at the junction between positive and negative Nine Grid Formations. Darryl explained thoroughly, but Grunt appeared to have only a hazy notion of what he said. Even though he was one of the Godly Region's leaders, he was utterly ignorant about formations.

The overbearing root ruthlessly apart tore the vast land of Nine Heavens Tribe apart as though a whip had struck from Heaven. Since the whip missed him, the tree roots emerged continuously. “Alex, be careful! There are roots on the left! There are roots on the right too... So many! So many roots have appeared! Ah! There... There are nine of them!” Shado, who was in Alex’s arms, was facing the sky and just happened to see the nine enormous tree roots above her. The entwined roots had countless tinier roots that intertwined with each other, forming an inescapable net so that there was nowhere to escape.

And where Rayden had stood, only a circle of fire remained, forming an ancient symbol, the Duskar crest, beating alive for the first time in a thousand years. *** High above the Silent Valley, Orion suddenly opened his eyes from meditation. His Ashura Token trembled, glowing with that same red light. “Rayden…” he whispered, barely audible. “You really did set the sky ablaze.” “Welcome to the Third Sky, Heir of Two Worlds.” Rayden opened his eyes. Before him stretched a sea of fire that did not burn, flowing calmly like liquid glass. The sky above was layered, nine layers, each pulsing like the heart of a titan, slowly pumping red-gold light into the world.

--- The Council assembled within minutes. Orionis stood at the center of the chamber while Aurel, Astra, Caelum, Seraphine, Nerina, Elara, Kael, Chloe, Lucien, and Wesley surrounded the table. Liam placed every known celestial map before them. "We have records of nine realms." "The Four Kingdoms." "Elarion." "The Celestial Realm." "The Shadow Realm." "The Mirror Realm." "The Wild Realm." "The Silent Realm." "The Unwritten Realm." "And the First World."

What he knows is enough for us to FALL. This Netherworld is not that complicated. You have all freedom and also the choice of how you use that freedom. Sadly, competition was born with it. Everyone wants to reach the top of the ranks to gain other benefits that lie on that number. They will all do what is needed to be done even if they need to paint the floor with blood just to survive this hostile environment. Yeah, we are also aiming for the top, for the sake of controlling everyone under us but we know that is not easy.

CENT THOUGHT that carriages were long gone, but riding a grand black carriage with her father to the Transylvania Academy was something that Cent would not even imagine hours ago. She thought that he would just snap his fingers, and voila, they would arrive at the so-called prestigious school. But no. According to his father, he could not use his magic freely in a neutral zone like the island of Ygdrasil. Apparently, Ygdrasil was the tree of life where all fates were tied in the Ambivalent world. This island was guided by the great beast, Kraken, who would also become her new principal.

They lived underneath the world tree and wove the tapestry of fate. Nidhogg (or Níðhöggr, meaning ‘curse striker’) was the dragon-like creature that gnawed away at the very roots of the Yggdrasil—the World Tree (the tree that held the various worlds of the Norse cosmos). In Norse mythology, Nidhogg was the primary malefactor among the many serpents and giants, and as such, his name meant ‘he who strikes with malice.'

"Now, you have come out, and my spirit energy has also been absorbed by you. Shouldn't you show the benefit..." The pair of red demon eyes of the Nine Netherbird stared at Zephyr Khan and said in a low voice, "Although I do not know what this fellow is, it is definitely not simple. You are actually able to subdue this thing. I am somewhat confident in what you have just said. Perhaps you can help me when I have the chance to face that old undying thief in the future... there are nine levels of space in this Immortal Secret Land. Each level of space is different. The danger of each level is also different. One level is the weakest and the ninth level is the most frightening..."

For everyone who joined the team, this had become almost mandatory—understanding what the reality of this world actually was. Helena was learning about the concept of a multiverse for the first time. Her world was actually a small world formed by fragments that the Light Martial Path Ancestor had extracted from the time stream and other universes' histories. Worlds like theirs were divided into nine levels based on different energy levels and cultivation grades. The world she inhabited was the ninth level of the Dark and Light Mineral Ore. Helena initially felt her worldview crumbling. The world she lived in was like a plaything. To the people of the nether realm, it was just a mining site f