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"By the way, there is something I want to ask you."

Lin Qiye seemed to have remembered something, and told Wang Mian about Jia Lan's experience.

"You want to speed up her process of becoming a god and waking up?" Wang Mian frowned slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, he shook his head, "I can't help you with this matter."

"Aren't you an agent of God of Time?"

"In the world, there is more than one god of time." 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 each person is different.

The god of time I represent is Chronos from Greek mythology. His field of time is more specialized in time regression, that is, my [Timing Thug]. Although it can also be used, it is only superficial.

What Jialan needs now is to specialize in the law of time acceleration, which neither I nor Kronos can do. "

"That is to say, I need to find other Gods of Time?" Lin Qiye frowned slightly, "Which God of Time is the one with such power?"

"I don't know, but I can help you investigate and let you know the results."

"Thank you." Lin Qiye nodded slightly.

The hazy fog rolled over the wreckage of the city, and before they knew it, the two came to a dilapidated intersection.

Under the dark sky, the road at this gray crossroads stretches in different directions, submerged in the tumbling fog. Looking around, there is no end in sight, only endless mystery and unknown.

They just walked to the center, as if they noticed something, they stopped at the same time.

The air suddenly fell into silence.

Standing on the zebra crossing, Lin Qiye was stunned. He first turned his head and looked at the left-turning road shrouded in mist. After hesitating for a moment, he looked at the right-turning road...

"The one on the left is here to look for me."

Wang Mian'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 replied, recalling what Master Yuding said just now.

"I'll ask you about your matter." Wang Mian stepped forward and calmly walked to the left road, his figure gradually disappeared into the mist, "See you in Daxia."

"Ah."

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, turned around and walked into the road on the right.

Two figures, one gray and one red, walked in different directions in the foggy intersection, and disappeared without a trace.

……

Wang Mian walked for a long time in the mist.

The streets on both sides that have been abandoned for a hundred years are dead silent, and the rotten branches are blown by the wind, and they are broken into dross, flying in the air like ghosts.

clatter--!

As Wang Mian stepped across the zebra crossing with one foot, the flying residue of branches was suddenly frozen in the air, like black dots embedded in the gray sky, eternally stagnant.

Even the wind and fog froze at this moment.

Time paused.

Wang Mian's footsteps paused slightly, and he quickly ignored the abnormalities around him, wearing a gray cloak, and walked forward naturally.

The time suspension this time was not done by him.

In the middle of the foggy street in the distance, an old man in black was standing quietly under the abandoned traffic lights, leaning on a cane with both hands, with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Wang Mian saw him and stopped.

"Why did you let me go so far?" He said helplessly.

The eyes of the old man in black slowly opened.

The bright river of time flowed from his eyes, interweaving into a ring connected head to tail. Endless time and vicissitudes surged out at this moment. In an instant, the time of this street was reversed rapidly!

The flying twig residue rolled back into the soil and turned into a rotten tree, and then revived 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 are fading rapidly. Looking back in time, the dilapidated storefronts full of dust have regained their brilliance, and the broken signboards automatically fly back to the facades. A brand new and vibrant Japanese-style commercial street, It reappeared in front of the king's face.

Pink cherry blossoms are falling like rain. On the brand-new street, two old people look at each other from a distance across an intersection.

"The one from Da Xia is on the other side, I don't want to get too close to him." The old man stared at the king's face and spoke slowly.

"The primordial god of Greek mythology, the god of time, Kronos, will also be afraid of the one in Daxia?"

"It's not fear, but mutual respect." The old man said lightly, "Did you take out the things?"

"Ah."

Wang Mian took out the eight-foot Qionggou jade with a broken corner from his bosom, and spread it in his palm, "Is it it?"

"It is it." The old man glanced at Gouyu and nodded slightly.

"You came so fast, I just brought it out, and you appeared."

"It left Gao Tianyuan, and I will naturally perceive its breath." The old man paused, "As for the speed and slowness of time, it doesn't make sense to me."

Wang Mian held the Gouyu in his hand, was silent for a moment, and then said, "I have a request."

Hearing this, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly and did not speak.

"I want a law of time."

"Do you want to become a god?" The old man frowned slightly, "Trying to become the God of Time with a human body...you have a lot of guts."

"I have a reason to become a god."

The old man stared into Wang Mian's eyes, and after a while, shook his head.

"Impossible, the laws of time in this world have been divided and merged by the gods, and there is no extra law of time for you..."

Hearing these words, Wang Mian frowned tightly.

"unless……"

"Unless what?"

"Unless, after I die, my law will return to heaven and earth. 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's face was startled, and bitterness emerged from the corner of his mouth.

Theoretically speaking, this path is indeed feasible. Since there are no redundant laws in the world, it is enough to wait for Kronos to die and then inherit his laws, but this possibility is infinitely close to zero.

Kronos is the primitive god of 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 died, the law of time he left behind would inevitably be snatched up by the gods of time from other gods. With the king's face as a human ceiling, how could he win this law of time from among the gods?