But is it really that easy to become a god?

Among all the humans currently, only the Great Xia Sword Immortal Zhou Ping has retained his own sword laws and reached the divine realm. If Wang Mian wants to become a god, he must also have a law of his own. But he is different from Zhou Ping. His divine ruins come from the God of Time rather than himself. He cannot retain his own laws like Zhou Ping, and all the time laws in the world have been divided up by the Gods of Time of many divine kingdoms.

Unable to keep his own laws, and unable to obtain the laws of time... Is it possible that God's agent is destined to never become a god?

Wang Mian fell silent.

Amamiya Haruki, who was standing by, felt Wang Mian's emotional fluctuations and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"...Come on, I'll take you to find that person."

Seeing Amemiya Haruki turn around and leave, Wang Mian hesitated for a while, but finally followed him.

"Who is the person you want to take me to see?" Wang Mian couldn't help but ask.

"He's also from Da Xia, and he knows Qi Ye, maybe you two are acquaintances."

Wang Mian frowned and thought.

In addition to the [Nightfall] team, is there anyone else coming to the Japanese "circle of people"? And they know Lin Qiye?

Wang Mian thought about it for a long time, but couldn't think of such a person, and his doubts were aroused.

The two men walked out of the Fengji family's territory and turned towards a remote alley. After turning a few corners, they came to a small house.

Amamiya Haruki reached out and knocked on the door.

After a moment, the door opened, and a figure that Wang Mian had never expected stood quietly behind the door.

"Wu Xiangnan?"

Wang Mian called out his name in surprise.

Wu Xiangnan's gaze swept across Amemiya Haruki and fell on Wang Mian. He looked at the white-haired old man carefully for a long time, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Wang Mian did not speak, but silently took out the cracked "Wang" mask from his arms...

Wu Xiangnan was stunned. He stared at Wang Mian's old face for a long time and opened his mouth in shock.

…

"Please sit down. My place is a bit simple, but not as luxurious as Feng Ji's house."

Wu Xiangnan walked out of the kitchen holding a cup of hot tea, placed it in front of Wang Mian, and smiled helplessly.

After Amemiya Haruki sent Wang Mian here, he went back to Feng Ji's house first. After all, this was a reunion between two Da Xia people, and he couldn't understand Chinese if he stayed. Instead of being embarrassed, it would be better to just leave.

Wang Mian took the teacup and took a sip slowly, "But it's more reassuring here."

"In fact, the brother and sister from Feng Ji's family and the young man who just brought you here are all very good."

"But in a foreign country, Chinese sounds more comfortable."

Wu Xiangnan smiled and looked at Wang Mian's wrinkled hand holding the cup. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "What's wrong with you? Where are the other members of Mask? Are they in Japan too?"

Wang Mian slowly closed his eyes, a hint of bitterness appearing at the corners of his mouth.

He recounted all of [Mask’s] experiences in the fishing village.

After listening, Wu Xiangnan fell silent.

He didn't know how to comfort Wang Mian, so he just reached out and gently patted Wang Mian's shoulder, "You don't have to blame yourself, this is not your fault."

Wang Mian stared at Wu Xiangnan for a moment and sighed, "I know... I can denounce fate in front of anyone, but in front of you, I don't have the qualifications..."

Wu Xiangnan smiled bitterly.

Wu Xiangnan is also the only survivor of the [Blue Rain] team.

The fate of the two is very similar, but the difference is that Wang Mian still has a chance to change history, he still has hope... but Wu Xiangnan has nothing left except hatred.

Wang Mian looked down at the teacup in his hands, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes, and he murmured in confusion:

"First it was [Psychic], then [Blue Rain], and then [Masked]... You say, is this the fate of the special team?"

Wu Xiangnan was silent for a while, then shook his head, "This is not fate... This is the destined ending of the special team.

All special teams have been shouldering extremely heavy responsibilities since the moment they were established. There is no such thing as retirement for us. Our mission is to perform our duties until the moment of sacrifice comes.

Special teams are established, fight, sacrifice, and then leave their numbers until the next special team is born to take over their mission... This is our heritage.

There have been many special teams in the Night's Watch over the past hundred years. Compared with most of them, we are lucky.

The destruction of a special team must be because they encountered a dangerous situation that was far beyond their capabilities. In that situation, there would generally be no survivors left. Moreover, the actions of the special team are top secret. Apart from the members of their own team, other people don't know much about them.

As time goes by, apart from the cold top-secret archives and exploits within the Night's Watch, no one can remember their former glory, and their legend will eventually become a vague and secret history. "

Wu Xiangnan stretched out his hand and pointed at himself.

“And we are different.

We are survivors. Even if that legendary history has been forgotten by everyone, we can still remember the past glory, other people’s personalities, preferences, whether they snore when they sleep, and what embarrassing things they have done...

As long as we are alive, our team will always exist."

Looking at Wu Xiangnan's eyes, Wang Mian was stunned. After a long time, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly...

"Been taught a lesson."

Wu Xiangnan smiled and said, "It took me a long time to figure it out."

"Have you let it go now?"

Wu Xiangnan paused as he raised his glass and shook his head. “Thinking it through doesn’t mean letting it go… Glory and legend can become history, but hatred cannot.”

"So you stayed in Japan because you wanted to..."

"Yeah." Wu Xiangnan slowly drank a sip of tea and said in an absolutely calm tone, "Revenge."

Wang Mian was stunned. "If I remember correctly, the enemy that caused the destruction of the Blue Rain team was..."

"Susanoo." Wu Xiangnan added the second half of the sentence, "The sea god of Takama-ga-hara, Susanoo."

"You're going to Takamagahara to seek revenge on Susanoo?"

"Um."

"That is a god."

"I know."

"But you are still just a human in the Sea Realm." Wang Mian looked into his eyes seriously, "You are seeking death."

"Do you think I'm the kind of fool who would die without thinking? What's more, I have the glory of the Blue Rain team on my shoulders."

Wu Xiangnan smiled slightly, stood up from his seat, walked to the window, looked up at the sky, and spoke calmly:

"I have...found a way to kill Susanoo."