On the collapsing ground, an electric vehicle was moving slowly along the broken streets.

Lu Wuwei had already turned the handle to the bottom, but the speed of the car was still far behind the speed of the Eight-foot Mirror breaking into pieces. Dust and gravel instantly submerged his figure.

Cracks in the void spread around him, and it seemed that he would soon fall into them.

Lu Wuwei calmly looked back at the collapsing earth and sky, silently slid down the windshield of his helmet, pressed a little yellow duck on top of his head, and flew up wobbly.

He did not choose to leave the Eight-foot Mirror along the gap, but turned around, facing the void fragments in the sky, driving on the edge of the collapsed world, and heading towards the depths of the broken Eight-foot Mirror.

Zuo Qing had only completed one of the two orders he placed, and there was one person left...whom he hadn't found yet.

Before the order is completed, no matter how the sky collapses or the earth breaks, it cannot stop him at all.

This is Lu Wuwei’s mission.

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remains.

clang——!

A sharp blade light flashed, and Wu Xiangnan's body fell to the ground again. His empty eyes looked at the sky, without any sign of life.

After a moment, his body quickly reorganized itself and a violent coughing sound came. He staggered to his feet from the ground, gasping for breath.

“How many times has this happened?”

"The thirty-second time."

The white-haired Wang Mian held the [Yi Yuan] in his hand and looked at him with a complicated expression, "I have killed you thirty-two times in a row. Even if my sword is fast, the shadow and despair brought by death are real. Don't you really want to take a rest?"

Wu Xiangnan raised his head, looked at the ruins in the distance that were crumbling at an alarming speed, and shook his head.

"There is no time left. I must merge with this origin as soon as possible. I can feel that the degree of fit between me and it is infinitely close to perfection... As long as I do it once more, I will achieve the desired effect."

Wang Mian was silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "I understand, let's do it again."

Wu Xiangnan walked to the ball of origin that was only the size of a ping-pong ball, took a deep breath, raised his hand firmly again, and touched it.

After thirty-two consecutive intakes and purifications, this ball of origin has been basically completely absorbed by Wu Xiangnan, and the impurities of the origin that he expelled with death have also turned into a black pond, flowing in the pothole in front of the temple.

As Wu Xiangnan stretched out his hand, the last bit of origin also flowed into his body. His eyes contracted, and the next moment, a flash of knife light flashed across his neck just right.

The thirty-third death.

A moment later, under Wang Mian's gaze, Wu Xiangnan staggered to his feet, his eyes bright as stars.

After this rebirth, Wang Mian clearly felt that Wu Xiangnan's temperament seemed different from before.

A sense of arrogance and sharpness began to emanate from him. Although it was very weak, under this aura, he gave people the feeling of a king who dominated some kind of power, strong and mysterious.

Wu Xiangnan let out a light exclamation, looked down at his own hands, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

"Successful?" Wang Mian asked.

"Yes." Wu Xiangnan nodded, "I have already merged the origin with myself and it has reached the final critical point. As long as I am reborn once more, I can briefly breed a ray of law..."

"What type of laws?"

"The Law of the Sun." Wu Xiangnan said calmly, "This origin is the Sun Origin that dropped from Amaterasu Omikami. Accordingly, it can only give birth to the Law of the Sun.

No matter what the law is, it doesn't mean much to me. My own strength has not reached the divine realm, and I can't mobilize the power of this law at all. Its only function is to serve as a weapon to kill gods."

Wang Mian nodded slightly.

It seems that this law is indeed incompatible with him. As the agent of the God of Time, his own divine ruins are all related to time. If he rashly introduces the solar law into his body, he will be seeking his own death. Once he does this, he may not even live for three months.

The cracks in the collapsed void spread rapidly in the ruins. Wang Mian glanced into the distance, his brows becoming serious:

"Where are we going next?"

"The Eight-foot Mirror is about to be destroyed, and that thing should be coming out soon... Only if we borrow it, will we have the possibility of entering Takamagahara."

Wu Xiangnan took off his blood-soaked clothes, took out a neatly folded, light blue cloak from a backpack beside him, and put it on solemnly.

Wang Mian's expression became complicated when he saw this. "I haven't seen the Blue Rain uniform for a long time... It seems like you really don't plan to come back."

"From the moment I first absorbed this origin, there was no turning back." Wu Xiangnan rubbed his light blue cloak with his palms and spoke calmly.

“Even if I’m hundreds of kilometers away from Daxia, I will stay here and let the mark of Blue Rain bloom with glory for the last time.”

The voice fell,

One light blue, one dark gray, two figures quickly disappeared into the horizon along the collapsing sky.

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Misty Japan.

A cloud quickly passed over the ruins of the city and rushed towards a certain direction.

"Mr. Lu is a senior at the ceiling level of mankind. It is not easy for him to get into trouble." After listening to the descriptions of the others, Lin Qiye said with a smile.

Baili Pangpang nodded slightly, his eyes fell on the huge black and gold sky that covered the entire sky above Japan, and he couldn't help asking:

"What is that? It didn't seem to be there when we came out of the 'human circle' before?"

"That is the blade of a divine weapon." Lin Qiye flew towards the blade on his Somersault Cloud, explaining, "Back then, the God of Guojin forged nine Huojin swords in order to combine them into one and form a divine Huojin sword.

According to rumors, the combined sword of the nine swords is the same level as the sword of Ame-no-Kume. It can cut through the hometown of the gods, Takama-ga-hara, and is the last resort for Kunitsu God to defeat Tenjin God..."

Lin Qiye was halfway through his words when he suddenly froze in place.

"Cut open Takama-ga-hara... Cut open Takama-ga-hara..." He seemed to have thought of something, his eyes gradually lit up, and he muttered these words.

The others looked at each other and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"I know why old Wang Mian had to send Pang Pang back to fifty years ago to guard the gap in the 'human circle'..." In Lin Qiye's mind, all the clues were connected together, and a look of enlightenment appeared on his face.

"His goal is not only to save the tens of millions of people living in the 'Human Circle', but also to preserve the nine Huojin Swords!"

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