I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 562 The Bald Monk Arrives
Outside the Forest of Grasil, on the main planet of Asgard, a battle that defies easy description is taking place.

A black silhouette shimmering with starlight is locked in a fierce battle with an evil spirit shrouded in a hooded cloak. The fighting is primitive and brutal, with the evil spirit constantly tearing off pieces of the silhouette's star-studded body, only for the torn parts to regenerate in the next moment.

Wild Hunt seemed to have the upper hand, but he was incredibly agitated. Feng Xue in this state gave him a very bad feeling. Although the condensation of the third crown seemed to have stopped, the unease was constantly eroding his rationality.

In fact, for the Asgardian pantheon, the eternal and endless mutual killing is not an unacceptable thing; it can even be said to be a pursuit and a source of satisfaction (Note ①).

The problem is that he has a vague feeling that the flesh he tears off each time doesn't look like real flesh and blood, and that Feng Xue deliberately gives it to him to tear off!
This thing is a bit outrageous!
It should be noted that Feng Xue's combat experience and skills are far inferior to his. Not to mention him, anyone picked from the Hall of Heroes could easily defeat Feng Xue in terms of combat skills. Compared to a warrior, he felt that the thing in front of him was more like a formulaic machine, with every move being terrifyingly rigid.

But this very same guy, who didn't even know how to fight, stubbornly used numbers to fight him, to the point that the Wild Hunt had even forgotten about holding back—

This thing seemed to have figured out his thoughts. As soon as he relaxed even slightly, it rushed towards Valhalla, so he could only beat this unknown thing with all his might, like pounding rice cakes.

However, Feng Xue was also in a bad state. Although he could regenerate continuously, every inch that was torn off was a part of him. It was not just flesh and blood, but also his soul and essence. If Mo Ying hadn't used the spirit ghost to constantly retrieve the most core part, Feng Xue would have turned himself into a fool like Delis sooner or later if he continued to fight like this.

But it is precisely this state of constant fragmentation and reorganization that allows his progress in becoming Primordial Beginning to continue to increase. Primordial Beginning has form but no substance, but it cannot be without mass. So Feng Xue came up with the simplest solution: to make the mass lower than the minimum measurable standard.

To put it bluntly, it means breaking it into very small pieces!
At this moment, the Wild Hunt was seen as a crusher, constantly smashing the still-clumped Tai Shi parts. Although it was still quite far from the true Tai Shi, it could get infinitely closer to Tai Shi.

When the distance is close enough, the little bell's guiding divine function can lock in the future with minimal consumption!

0.9999999……=1
This event is also recorded in calculus!
Shattered, reconstructed, regenerated—Feng Xue was constantly being broken down and reassembled. The tearing and reconstruction of his mind drove him to a state of near madness. One magical star after another was continuously poured into his body. Without the assistance of the little bell, he had optimized the Orochi Bomb nearly forty times. The compression and explosion of Primordial Chaos Force caused his usable power to soar exponentially.

One more punch!
The world was created!
"Crack!"

The Wild Hunt's crimson eyes suddenly narrowed. The attacks that he could easily deflect and even use against him before seemed to have changed this time.

Although it was only a barely perceptible deflection, it put him on high alert. Although the attack method was still childish and ridiculous, this guy's output was soaring!

One force can overcome ten techniques, even at the level of a god. If it were just pure strength and speed, a god wouldn't be too afraid, but Feng Xue's energy quality is frighteningly high and completely incomprehensible. Even a battle maniac like Kuang Lie is now feeling apprehensive.

He always felt that if the fighting continued like this, he might be the one who died!
Yes, now, even if I really wanted to kill it, it would be very difficult to kill this outrageous thing!
"Why hasn't the Buddha arrived yet?!" A sense of crisis arose in his heart, and Mad Hunter immediately contacted the Temple of Gods through his personal Fortune.

Having worked together for so many years, the Odins in the Pantheon naturally understood Wild Hunt's personality and knew that for him to ask for help, the situation must have reached a critical point.

However, the Elysian people are really unreliable. Even though Odin's Fokin had done his best, those bald monks still looked lukewarm. Fortunately, they are finally here!

……

At this moment, Feng Xue, who was fighting against the Wild Hunt, was actually numb. The feeling of his soul being torn apart and healed repeatedly made him lose his normal judgment. The divine function of the little bell was constantly activated, trying to guide Feng Xue to cross the threshold of the infinite cycle and reach the true beginning, but it was like scratching an itch through a boot. Although he could see the hope of success, he was always just one step away.

"If this continues, I'm afraid my mental state won't be able to take it!"

Although Feng Xue was aware of the problem, he had no intention of stopping. As the saying goes, "No madness, no life," and he had already come this far. If he gave up now, it would be difficult to find such a perfect shredder next time!

"It's a pity that without killing Odin, Ragnarok might not be able to materialize..." Feng Xue was secretly lamenting when he discovered that another crown had appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness. Before he could examine the crown's essence, a voice, transcending the concept of physics, surged into his sea of ​​consciousness—

"Om Mani Padme Hum"

The grand, solemn, and seemingly profound six-syllable mantra, which seems to contain the ultimate truth of the universe and can cleanse all distracting thoughts, suddenly resounded throughout this world covered in ice and snow like a golden bell!
The thick, lead-gray clouds seemed to be parted by an invisible golden hand, and a torrent of golden light poured down from them! Wherever the golden light touched, the biting chill brought by Odin the Wild Hunt dissipated as quickly as ice and snow melting away, and a faint sandalwood fragrance filled the air, with the faint sounds of countless chants echoing in the void.

A terrifying aura, grand and compassionate yet carrying an irresistible sense of "conversion," surged towards the battlefield from a certain direction of Asgard with overwhelming force, like a golden tsunami!

The Buddha of the Pure Land has arrived!
Odin the Wild Hunt swiftly retreated, his two crimson nipples under his hood slightly raised as he gazed at the golden sky, a hint of... relief seemingly lurking beneath his cold demeanor.
Realizing the true nature of the voice in her ear, Feng Xue also realized the true nature of the newborn crown. A strange smile, formed from starlight, appeared on her illusory face as she gazed at the majestic golden statue in the sky above.

"Who are you, benevolent person, daring to stop the fighting and ask me this?"

(End of this chapter)