In the Grand Arena, Odin still maintained the posture of releasing "Odin's power." Vast golden divinity wrapped around him like an eternal ancient god.
In his one eye was the calm pride of a father.
He believed anyone experiencing this power for the first time would be overwhelmed by its grandeur.
He wanted to enjoy Lucci's shock, awe, yearning.
But he was disappointed.
Lucci's expression never changed.
Those star-deep black eyes simply watched—quietly—watching Odin, watching the divine power Odin was proud of.
The gaze was too calm.
Odin had never seen such an expression in anyone's eyes.
It wasn't a disciple worshiping a Grandmaster, nor people worshiping a king.
Rather…
It was like a top artisan observing a complex artwork.
Like a profound scholar interpreting an ancient secret text.
There was no worship, no fear—only pure research, exploration, insight.
At first, Odin thought it was merely Lucci's extraordinary temperament.
But soon, an indescribable unease rose from the depths of his soul.
A feeling of being… seen through.
Odin's heart jolted.
He sensed that Odin's divine power—tightly linked to his soul, always in motion—had produced an extremely faint yet abnormal resonance at this moment.
Not due to external energy interference, nor his own active mobilization.
It was…
an echo.
As if a higher, invisible will was "scanning" and "verifying" his divine power—causing it to passively "respond."
Odin's heart tightened.
What was happening?
He unconsciously condensed his one-eyed divine light to the limit, searching for the source of the anomaly.
And then he saw it.
In the depths of Lucci's calm eyes—countless runes flickered, some known, many unknown, and billions of stars were born and extinguished.
The source of that supreme will making him feel monitored…
was Lucci.
He was the one watching me.
He was the one analyzing my power.
A thought so absurd it felt ridiculous even to Odin exploded in his mind like thunder.
No… impossible!
Odin rejected it immediately.
Odin's power was unique—formed from World Tree revelation, Asgardian bloodline, a soul-will tempered over tens of thousands of years, and the mysteries of countless runes.
The complexity of laws and precision of its energy structure were far beyond what "learning" or "observing" could reach.
Even other All-Father-level powerhouses could only feel its strength; it was absolutely impossible to understand its internal structure in a short time.
It was like an ultimate mathematical formula composed of countless variables belonging solely to Odin.
Others might see the magnificence of the final answer, but they couldn't reverse-derive the complete formula at a glance—
Unless…
the other party's level was already high enough to skip all process and directly comprehend "essence."
Odin's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.
He needed to confirm.
He forcibly suppressed his doubts. Outwardly calm, but secretly, from the massive divine system, he separated a thread-thin trace of golden power.
He carefully probed it toward Lucci.
A subtle temptation.
The energy contained was so small it couldn't blow away a speck of dust—yet it completely carried the core information of "Odin's power": authority, nine realms, runes, and soul.
Like a full code sample.
When that trace approached Lucci—
Lucci's eyes moved with it.
The sensation of being stared at and resonating became instantly clearer.
Boom!
It was as if ten thousand volcanoes erupted simultaneously in Odin's mind.
The calm pride on his face collapsed. Only unbearable fear and… disbelief remained.
It was real.
He had truly seen through Odin's divine power.
How… was that possible?
In this moment, the God-King who had endured hundreds of battles, witnessed the birth and destruction of worlds, and ruled the Nine Realms by wisdom and strength for nearly ten thousand years…
for the first time tasted the feeling called "smallness."
He no longer felt like the supreme sovereign of the Nine Realms.
He felt like a mortal standing upright before an omniscient "god."
His pride, his trump cards, his secrets—
before Lucci's calm, indifferent gaze, they all looked pale and ridiculous.
He had guarded the foundation of the Nine Realms with proud power for ten thousand years…
Yet before Lucci, he had no secrets at all.
While Odin's worldview shook, Lucci calmly finished his "observation."
Every mystery and structure of Odin's divine power had been carved into his mind—nothing missing.
To Lucci, this power was like exquisite artwork, inspiring him deeply in how "powers could be combined and used."
But at the same time, its flaws and hidden wounds felt… irritating.
Especially the deficiency at the origin of Odin's soul—loss from ten thousand years of burning.
To Lucci, it was a tiny black dot on flawless white jade—an intolerable defect.
Odin had brought him to Asgard.
Lucci felt he should solve this problem "smoothly."
More importantly, analyzing Odin's power let him glimpse the operational pattern and bloodline traits of Asgardian gods.
"Divine power is housed in the blood, growing by absorbing cosmic energy and feedback from the World Tree…"
"The upper limit is high, but the purity problem is common."
Lucci understood.
Asgardians were like "containers": born with huge capacity, but their method of filling that container was crude. Too much sediment and impurities mixed into the water.
Over time, it not only affected the water quality, but also wore and damaged the container itself.
"Then…"
Lucci's mind moved. Heaven-Defying Comprehension activated again.
This time it wasn't mere analysis—it was a higher level:
creation.
[Your comprehension defies the heavens, combining the structure of "Odin's power," the traits of Asgardian divine bloodlines, and the theory of cosmic energy origins…]
[You begin creating a new divine power cultivation method for the Asgardian gods…]
[Core principles established: purification, repair, sublimation.]
[Model constructing… using "Origin True Fire" as furnace, guided by the "Nine Realms Cyclic Breathing Method"]
[Complete!Energy filtering/circulation system inferred… Complete!]
[Method to nourish and repair soul-origin wounds created… Complete!]
[Naming…]
"This method aims to purify divine power. It can be called a secret codex—Secret Codex of Divine Power Refinement!"
Boom!
The moment the method fully formed in Lucci's heart, an invisible mysterious ripple spread outward from him.
In the surrounding space, cosmic energy—previously calm—seemed to be stirred by a supreme decree, spontaneously beginning to operate and flow in a new, more efficient, purer form.
Odin had barely recovered from shock when he felt the abnormal law fluctuation. He stared at Lucci, not understanding what he had done.
Then Lucci raised his eyes, calmly meeting Odin's.
He extended his right hand and lightly tapped forward with his index finger.
An invisible golden light shot from his fingertip.
It seemed unobtrusive, with no obvious energy waves—yet it transcended distance and speed, instantly appearing before Odin and sinking into his brow.
Odin didn't even have time to react!
The next instant, a massive, vast, delicate flood of information exploded in Odin's mind.
Secret Codex of Divine Power Refinement.
The opening outline read:
"Divine power is born from the cosmos, inherited through bloodline, and manifested within the self."
"But the cosmos is vast; energies are mottled. Bloodline inheritance has both strengths and flaws."
"Thus divine power often becomes mixed. Over time it settles, becoming hidden wounds, harming the origin and severing the path forward…"
"Therefore this method is established, with three guiding principles: filtering, compression, temperature maintenance."
"Use the divine soul as guide, form an energy vortex, imitate the black hole principle, forcibly strip impurities from divine power."
"Then, with inhalation draw tidal energies, imitate a neutron star core, refine purified divine power and raise its 'quality.'"
"Finally, meditate with spirit; visualize the Origin True Fire; nourish the soul and repair past deficiencies…"
Just reading that rough outline, Odin's breathing stopped.
A light unprecedented burst from his one eye—like he'd witnessed a divine revelation of creation.
Remove impurities.
Compress and refine.
Warm and nourish the origin.
This…
This described exactly what he himself—and the entire Asgardian race—had been troubled by for ten thousand years!
Odin trembled, head lowered, absorbing every word.
Every sentence was like a jewel. Every line was a Path.
Every stage was written as if from the highest cosmic viewpoint, perfectly tailored to Asgardians.
The subtlety of the concept, the profundity of the principle, the dominating effect—
it surpassed the limits of Odin's imagination.
He could almost foresee it:
If any Asgardian practiced this codex, their power would transform in a short time.
The purity of divine power would increase tenfold, a hundredfold!
And for himself…
The soul-nourishing method described for "soul deficit" was practically a life-saving prescription written just for him.
If he trained it, not only could he compensate the hidden wounds of ten thousand years of conquest—
he could revive the fading origin of his life and greatly extend his lifespan!
This…
This wasn't a training method anymore.
This was gospel.
A miracle.
While Odin was overwhelmed, Lucci's calm, indifferent voice drifted into his ears:
"Father."
"Your power… has some issues."
"If you train this method, you can not only fill the hidden wounds…"
"You may even extend your lifespan."
His tone was so casual, like discussing something trivial.
But to Odin, it hit harder than any epic or sacred hymn.
…