"By the way, there's something I want to ask you."
Lin Qiye seemed to have remembered something and told Wang Mian what happened to Jialan.
"You want to speed up the process of her awakening as a god?" Wang Mian frowned slightly. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head, "I can't help you with this matter."
"Aren't you an agent of the God of Time?"
"There is more than one God of Time in the world." Wang Mian explained, "The scope of the Law of Time is too deep and too wide to be completely controlled by one god. The Gods of Time from many gods in the world are divided together. The law of time, the time domain involved by everyone is different.
The god of time that I represent is Chronos from Greek mythology. The time field he is involved in is more specialized in time retrieval, which is my time thug. Although I can also suspend, slow down, and accelerate other time, It works, but it's just scratching the surface.
What Jialan needs now is to specialize in the law of time acceleration, which neither I nor Cronus can do. "
"In other words, I need to find other Gods of Time?" Lin Qiye frowned slightly, "Which God of Time is it that has this kind of power?"
"I don't know, but I can help you investigate and let you know when I have the results."
"Thank you." Lin Qiye nodded slightly.
The hazy fog rolled in the ruins of the city, and before they knew it, the two of them came to a dilapidated crossroads.
Under the dim sky, the roads at this gray crossroads extend in different directions, submerged in the rolling fog. Looking around, there is no end in sight, only endless mystery and unknowns.
As soon as they reached the center, they seemed to notice something and stopped at the same time.
The air suddenly fell silent.
Lin Qiye stood at the zebra crossing with a look of astonishment on his face. He first turned his head and looked at the left-turn road shrouded in fog. After hesitating for a moment, he looked at the right-turn road again.
"The one on the left is here to find me."
The king's eyes stared at the road on the left, and he spoke slowly.
"The one on the right should be looking for me." Lin Qiye recalled what Master Yuding had just said and replied.
"I will ask you about your matter." Wang Mian stepped forward and walked calmly to the road on the left, his figure gradually disappearing into the mist, "See you in Daxia."
"Um."
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, turned and walked into the road on the right.
Two figures, one gray and one red, walked in different directions at the foggy intersection and disappeared without a trace.
Wang Mian walked in the mist for a long time.
The streets that have been abandoned for hundreds of years on both sides are dead and silent. The rotten branches are blown gently by the wind and break into dregs, flying in the air like ghosts.
clatter!
As Wang Mian crossed the zebra crossing with one foot, the flying tree branches were suddenly frozen in the air, like black spots embedded in the gray sky, stuck in eternal stasis.
Even the wind and fog froze at this moment.
Time pauses.
Wang Mian paused for a moment, then quickly ignored the strange things around him, put on his gray cloak, and walked forward naturally.
The time pause this time was not caused by him.
In the middle of the foggy street in the distance, an old man in black was standing quietly under an abandoned traffic light, leaning on a cane with both hands and his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
When Wang Mian saw him, he stopped.
"Why did you let me go so far?" He said helplessly.
The eyes of the old man in black slowly opened.
The dazzling river of time flowed from his eyes, intertwining into a ring connected from head to tail. Endless time and vicissitudes surged out at this moment. In an instant, time on this street quickly flowed backwards!
The flying branch residues rolled back into the soil and turned into a rotten tree, then resurrected at a speed visible to the naked eye. Ten seconds later, it turned into a tall cherry blossom tree again.
The mottled surfaces of the abandoned buildings on both sides faded rapidly. Looking back in time, the dusty and dilapidated storefronts regained their luster. The broken signboards automatically flew back to the facades, creating a new and vibrant Japanese-style commercial street. Reappeared in front of Wang Mian.
Pink cherry blossoms were falling like rain. On the brand-new street, two old men looked at each other from a distance across an intersection.
"Your Daxia man is on the other side. I don't want to get too close to him." The old man stared at the king and spoke slowly.
"The original god of Greek mythology, the god of time, Cronus, is also afraid of the one from Bactria?"
"This is not fear, but mutual respect." The old man said lightly, "Did you take out the things?"
"Um."
Wang Mian took out the eight-foot magatama with a broken corner from his arms and spread it in his palm, "Is that it?"
"That's it." The old man glanced at Magatama and nodded slightly.
"You came so fast. I just brought it out and you appeared."
"When it leaves Gao Tianyuan, its breath will naturally be felt by me." The old man paused, "As for the speed or slowness of time, it is meaningless to me."
Wang Mian held the magatama in his hand and was silent for a moment before finally speaking, "I have a request."
When the old man heard this, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.
"I want law for a while."
"Do you want to become a god?" The old man frowned slightly, "You are quite brave to try to become the God of Time as a human being."
"I have a reason why I have to become a god."
The old man stared into Wang Mian's eyes, and after a moment, shook his head.
"It's impossible. The laws of time in this world have been divided and fused by the gods. There are no more laws of time to give you."
Upon hearing this, Wang Mian frowned tightly.
"unless"
"Unless what?"
"Unless, when I die, my law returns to the world. If you have the ability to take it away from the other gods of time, then you can naturally replace me and become the god of time." The old man said leisurely.
The king was startled, and bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Theoretically speaking, this path can indeed work. Since there are no redundant laws in the world, just wait for Kronos to die and inherit his laws, but this possibility is infinitely close to zero.
Kronos was the original god in Greek mythology, how could he die so easily? In this world, there are only a handful of beings who can fight him, let alone kill him.
And even if he really dies, the law of time he left behind will inevitably cause the gods of time from other gods to snatch it up. How can he seize this law of time from the gods with a human ceiling in front of him
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