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

Lin Qiye seemed to remember something and told Wang Mian about Galan’s experience.

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

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

"There is more than one God of Time in the world," Wang Mian explained. "The scope of the laws of time is too deep and too broad to be completely controlled by one god. The gods of time from many pantheons in the world have divided the laws of time together, and each of them is involved in a different area of ​​time.

The God of Time that I represent is Chronos from Greek mythology. In the field of time, he is more specialized in time reversal, which is my [Time Thug]. Although I can also use other time pause, deceleration, and acceleration, they are just the basics.

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

"In other words, I need to find another God of Time?" Lin Qiye frowned slightly, "Which God of Time has this kind of power?"

"I don't know, but I can help you investigate and let you know when there is a result."

"Thank you." Lin Qiye nodded slightly.

The hazy fog rolled through the wreckage of the city, and before they knew it, they had arrived at a ruined intersection.

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 unknown.

They had just reached the center when they seemed to notice something and stopped at the same time.

The air suddenly fell silent.

Lin Qiye stood on the zebra crossing, a look of surprise appeared on his face. He first turned his head to look at the left turn shrouded in fog, and after hesitating for a moment, he looked at the right turn...

"The one on the left is here to see me."

Wang Mian stared at the road on the left and spoke slowly.

"The one on the right should be looking for me." Lin Qiye recalled what Master Yu Ding had just said and replied.

"I'll ask about your matter for you." Wang Mian took a step forward and calmly walked towards the road on the left. His figure gradually disappeared in the mist. "See you in Daxia."

"Um."

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 at the foggy crossroads and disappeared without a trace.

…

Wang Mian walked in the fog for a long time.

The streets on both sides had been abandoned for a hundred years and were dead silent. The rotten branches were broken into pieces by the slightest breeze and flew in the air like ghosts.

clatter--!

As Wang Mian stepped over the zebra crossing, the flying branches and debris were suddenly frozen in the air, like black spots embedded in the gray sky, forever stagnant.

Even the wind and fog froze at this moment.

Time is paused.

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

This time, it was not him who stopped time.

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 his hands and his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Wang Mian saw him and stopped.

"Why do you let me walk so far?" he asked helplessly.

The old man in black slowly opened his eyes.

The brilliant river of time flowed through his eyes, interweaving into a circle that connected from beginning to end. Endless time and vicissitudes surged out at this moment. In an instant, the time on this street rapidly flowed backwards!

The flying branches and debris were rolled back into the soil and turned into a rotten tree. It then revived at a speed visible to the naked eye. Ten seconds later, it turned into a tall cherry tree again.

The mottled spots on the surfaces of the abandoned buildings on both sides faded rapidly. As time went back, those dusty and dilapidated storefronts regained their luster. The broken signs automatically flew back onto the storefronts, and a brand new and vibrant Japanese-style commercial street reappeared in front of Wang Mian's eyes.

Pink cherry blossoms fell like rain. On the brand new street, two old people looked at each other from across an intersection.

"The one from your Da Xia is on the other side, and I don't want to be too close to him." The old man stared at Wang Mian and spoke slowly.

"The original god of Greek mythology, the god of time, Chronos, would be afraid of the one from Daxia?"

"This is not fear, but mutual respect." The old man said calmly, "Have you taken out the things?"

"Um."

Wang Mian took out the broken Yasakani no Magatama from his arms and spread it on his palm. "Is this it?"

"It is this." The old man glanced at the magatama and nodded slightly.

"You came really quickly. I just brought it out and you showed up."

"It left Takamagahara, and I can sense its aura naturally." The old man paused, "As for the speed of time, it is meaningless to me."

Wang Mian clutched the magatama in his hand and was silent for a moment before speaking, "I have a request."

When the old man heard this, he narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

"I want a period of time."

"You want to become a god?" The old man frowned slightly. "You are quite courageous to try to become the God of Time as a human being."

"I have a reason to become a god."

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

"Impossible. The time laws of this world have been divided and merged by the gods. There are no extra time laws to give you..."

Hearing this, Wang Mian’s brows furrowed tightly.

"unless……"

"Unless what?"

“Unless, after I die, my laws return to heaven and earth. If you have the ability to snatch them away from other time gods, then you can naturally replace me and become the god of time.” The old man said slowly.

The king was stunned, with a bitter look on his face.

Theoretically, this approach is indeed feasible. Since there are no extra laws in the world, we can just wait for Chronos to die and then inherit his laws. However, the possibility of this is infinitely close to zero.

Chronos is the original 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 time law he left behind would inevitably cause the time gods of other pantheons to scramble for it. With Wang Mian being a human ceiling, how could he snatch this strand of time law from among the gods?