Wang Mian stood there in a daze.

"If possible, I want to save them more than you do." The old man Wang Mian continued, "In my timeline, everything is not what you see now.

More than fifty years ago, the polluted mad gods swarmed out of Takama-ga-hara and turned into a catastrophe to attack Daxia. The Seraph Michael attacked from the moon and killed some of the mad gods. Coupled with the obstruction of Chronos, although this mad god catastrophe did not destroy Daxia, it also caused great damage to Daxia.

In that catastrophe, almost all of the human race of that era was killed, countless Night Watchmen were killed or wounded, and the coastal areas of Daxia suffered severe damage. Even after decades, they still have not recovered.

In that timeline, due to the chain reaction of the catastrophe, there was no Sword Immortal Zhou Ping, no Lu Wuwei in Daxia... there were only three human ceilings stationed in Daxia.

Ten years ago, Loki and Gaia invaded Daxia, and the three human ceilings failed to stop them, allowing them to take away [Shiva's Grudge] and destroy several cities. Two years ago, the Ennead of Egypt successfully took away Fengdu and prevented the return of the gods of Daxia...

In that timeline, Daxia was always in an extremely passive situation, so much so that it was ultimately defeated in the all-out war of gods.

And the source of all this is that catastrophe."

Several balls of blood mist burst out from the old man Wang's body again, and turned into white silk and floated away. But this time, his time reversal was not able to put all the flesh and blood back in place, and his figure became a little transparent.

He closed his eyes, was silent for a moment, and continued:

"Fortunately, I finally became the new God of Time. I stood on the ruins of Daxia and decided to use my limited life to change this history...

Now, I did it.

The entire timeline has been overturned by me. All the power of cause and effect is bestowed on me. Daxia is beginning to move towards a brand new future. Perhaps this time... we will not lose.

Unfortunately, I don’t have time to save them now…”

Wang Mian fell silent.

Bang, bang, bang——!

Several streaks of blood mist bloomed from the old man Wang Mian's body. He slowly opened his eyes. In those weathered eyes, there was no longer the phantom of the circle of time flowing backwards. The blood mist on his body turned into wisps of white silk and dissipated into the sky.

"I changed the fate of Daxia, but I am sorry for you." The old king looked into his eyes, "So, I come to apologize to you."

"You don't need to apologize."

Wang Mian said calmly, "You are only the God of Time, not omniscient and omnipotent. You have changed the fate of Daxia, but you failed to change their fate... You have tried your best."

Hearing these words, an unprecedented look of relief finally emerged on the wrinkled face of the old king. The last knot in the heart of this God of Time who changed the history of Da Xia was slowly untied.

Blood mist exploded one after another, and the figure of the old man Wang Mian became more and more transparent. He looked down at his body and smiled with relief.

He looked towards the king.

"My law of time comes from the future, not from the time and space here. After I become a Taoist, it will automatically return to the long river of time, so I can't leave it to you... But don't worry too much about the law. Becoming the God of Time is your destiny. When the time is right, the opportunity to become a god will automatically appear."

The old king sat on a solitary boat, his figure wearing a dark grey cloak, turning into white silk all over the sky, drifting towards the sky.

"My war with time is over,

Next,

I can only rely on you..."

As the last words drifted away in the mist, a lonely boat floated alone on the waves.

Wang Mian stood on the sea, like a sculpture, motionless.

…

On the somersault cloud.

[Nightfall] The crowd sat on the clouds, looking down at the sea and fog below, chatting casually.

At the end of the clouds, a white-haired boy stood there quietly, looking back at the outline of the land that was gradually disappearing at the end of his sight. Confusion and loneliness flashed in his eyes shaped like crosses and stars, and he was in a daze.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qiye walked over to sit beside him. After a moment of silence, he took off the [Divine Disaster] from his waist.

"Takishiro, I'll give you the knife back."

Yuri Takishiro was startled, "Brother Qiye, aren't you going to keep this knife?"

"This sword is too powerful. It's hard for me to control it. It would be a waste to keep it by my side." Lin Qiye smiled slightly. "Besides, only by staying by your side can your sister feel at ease..."

With Lin Qiye's current body, he could only make two strikes at most if he forcibly used [Divine Disaster]. But if it was in the hands of Yuuri Takishiro, it could exert extremely terrifying power. Anyway, Yuuri Takishiro was going to be abducted back to Da Xia by him, so it was best for the sword to remain in his hands.

The most important thing is that [Divine Disaster] is not just a simple artifact, it also holds Yurina's soul.

There is no way Lin Qiye would forcibly separate the Youli siblings just for this knife.

What's more, Yuuri Takishiro is about to go to Daxia, a country that is completely unfamiliar to him. This thirteen or fourteen-year-old child must feel lonely and confused in his heart. It is a good thing to have Yurina accompany him.

After hesitating for a moment, Yuuri Takishiro nodded and gently held [Shenhuo] in his arms.

"Brother Qiye, have you seen my sister?" Yuuri Takishiro asked as if he had thought of something.

"I saw it." Lin Qiye nodded, "You don't have to be too sad, she just turned into a soul, she is not really dead."

"I know."

Yuri Takishiro smiled, "Sister must be very excited to see you, right? She has been looking forward to your return every day during this period. When she was in the Human Circle, she bought an entire coastline just to wait for you there often...

Oh, by the way, my sister also built a super big club for you, right opposite our house. Brother Qiye, you will be surprised if you see it!

My sister also said that when you return to Japan, she will dance with you there, and will open ten champagne towers for you, so that you can become the best gigolo in Japan..."

Yuuri Takishiro looked at the afterimage of the continent in the mist, as if recalling something, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Lin Qiye standing aside was stunned.

He seemed to remember something and suddenly sat up from the somersault cloud.

"Takibai, maybe you still want to lend me that knife." Lin Qiye said seriously.

Yuri Takishiro was startled, and without hesitation, he handed the [Divine Disaster] to Lin Qiye, and asked doubtfully: "Brother Qiye, what are you going to do?"

Lin Qiye looked at the black and gold long sword in his hand, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"I still owe your sister a dream..."

…

Blade world.

The towering skyscrapers stand tall under the night sky, and the bright lights are like shining stars, illuminating a corner of the sky.

This modern city created by divine power completely replicates the original appearance of Japan. At this moment, on a busy street in Tokyo, a magnificent gigolo club has hung a sign saying "Closed".

The luxurious hall in black and gold tones was now empty and deserted. Only the clean and tidy black tiles like mirrors silently reflected the stars and lights outside the window.

In the lonely hall, there was only a girl in a black kimono with cherry blossoms, sitting quietly on a chair, leaning her head and gazing at the night outside the window, as if in a daze.

She is the God of this world.

A god with worries, thoughts, and concerns.

After an unknown amount of time, the girl sighed softly, stood up from the chair, walked through the black and gold hall, and headed out the door.

Squeak——!

Before the girl reached the door, the tightly closed door slowly opened.

Starlight and lights poured in from outside the door, spreading throughout the entire hall. A young man in a black sequined suit walked in from outside the door.

The girl froze in place.

When she saw the man's face, her eyes quickly brightened, brighter than the stars in the sky.

The young man walked through the black and gold corridor, stood in front of the girl, extended his hand elegantly, and smiled at her.

"Ms. Yuri, may I have the honor of dancing with you?"

…

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Volume 3, "The Evil City", is finished.

The next volume is "The Music of the Fall of Gods".