Chapter 1054 - 22: The Dead World! Mythical Level!_4

Chapter 1054: Chapter 22: The Dead World! Mythical Level!_4

——Basically, one could say that the prophecy from that Elf Prophet has permeated every corner of daily culture.

This prophecy is a series, and quite a significant portion has been interpreted and verified, including major events like the Northern Wars, the Great Plague, the battle of the double Unicorns, and the invasion by the Hakarians. Only the last part remains, which is the climate change observed since the late 13th century——

"White Frost."

——This is the part of the prophecy Hiri is currently focusing on explaining. She has long been familiar with it.

She sniffled lightly and continued, "And this prophecy has a lot to do with me. The reasons for my previous predicament were largely due to people’s interpretation of the prophecy... Similar to the young lion inheriting the bloodline of Sintra, and the so-called white flame, and the seed that won’t sprout but will burn in the flame is supposedly me. Things like this almost appoint me directly as the only one who can save the world, after all, I’m the sole complete inheritor of the Ancient Blood..."

Towards the end, Hiri’s tone sounded somewhat agitated no doubt.

The ancient Elf Prophet’s prophecy, though it sounds grandiose and mystically high-class... Especially when involving world affairs, future destinies. Such major events render it even more influential. Especially those prophecies that hit accurately, within a whole series every time one is interpreted precisely, proving correctness and authority, the importance of the remaining prophecies consequently increases significantly.

This is a natural result, yet it has also caused Hiri great distress.

Since people believe in the prophecy, believe White Frost will destroy the world, naturally they also believe in the so-called solution which isn’t actually a solution, that the only survivor will be the Elf Race, rescued by the descendant with Ancient Blood—Sparrow...

This is the last lifeline a desperate drowning person can tightly grasp...

And coincidentally, "Yanzi", the Lady of Space-Time Hiri, is the last possessor of the Ancient Blood...

Tsk-tsk, doesn’t this just align perfectly!

Precisely because of this, those who have witnessed the terrifying Wild Hunt of White Frost, crazily hunting down this last possessor of Ancient Blood worldwide, hoping to bring back the only hope of saving the world and preventing the apocalypse into their race’s blood. Besides these desperate lunatics, countless ambitious ones are eyeing the secrets of Ancient Blood, desiring to acquire its unparalleled potent Magic potential, whether to prevent the apocalypse or to accomplish their grand ambitions...

In summary, Yisilin’s prophecy follows this pattern——

The era of White Winter and White Frost, the epoch of cold wolves and snowy storms...

About the apocalypse of civilization, about extinction, destruction, and the return of a primitive era, accompanied by expansive snowstorms blowing from eternally frozen territories...

The world will perish in the White Frost, yet this is also a prognostication of rebirth. Rebirth into a purer, more beautiful world where the Ancient Blood plays a vital role in the rebirth...

Just——

"Nicely said... Have you studied the general framework of Nordic Mythology, Hiri?"

Gu Mo asked meaningfully.

"..."

"..."

Hiri displayed a very grave expression: "Indeed, do you also find the narrative very similar?"

"Rainbow Bridge, Nagilf, the final battle... These elements combined, they aren’t simply summed up by saying it’s very similar." Gu Mo twitched his eyebrows, his expression turned extremely peculiar, he pondered seriously for a moment and decided to candidly voice his bold hypothesis: "Let’s put it this way, I even suspect the White Frost phenomenon in your world might be modeled after ’Fimbulwinter’ in Nordic Mythology..."

"Fimbulwinter..."

Hiri was taken aback, she understood the term’s reference.

That is an important event and turning point in Nordic Mythology, also marking the onset of Ragnarok... After all, ominous signs must precede the terrifying days of destruction.

The long, cold harsh winter happening before Regaluk will bring three Fimbulwinters, respectively the Winter of Wind, Winter of Sword, Winter of Wolf. During these dark, lengthy winters, snow and ice blow from all directions, in the piercing cold, the cosmos is filled with shadows of warfare and conflict, evil beasts wander the wilderness searching for food, horrific wars erupt between worlds, brothers and fathers slaughtering each other, violence and chaos perpetually breed and spread.

This coincides with the wolves’ snowstorm, the era of sword and axe...

The elements are numerous, the similarity particularly striking.

"Is that... possible? Isn’t that a catastrophe even the great Gods can’t prevent?" Her eyes turned somewhat bewildered, murmuring.

"Of course, it wouldn’t be the actual Fimbulwinter, but maybe just residual traces, like a bit of chill and dampness filtering through gaps in the World Tree, causing the chill and darkness to spread across your universe..." The young man shook his head, voiced his conjecture, "Perhaps your universe has some ties to it, but certainly not the actual Nordic World, at most it’s just a small piece of leaf on the World Tree that didn’t entirely burn, a small sprouting bud..."