Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen's eyes didn't fluctuate at all, as if Lin Qiye's question was not worth his attention at all.

He turned his head and his eyes fell directly on Wang Mian, with an unquestionable urgency in his tone.

"Wang Mian, let's not talk about this."

"Jialan's condition is very bad. The divine power is eroding her soul."

"She must awaken completely and quickly and become a true god, otherwise she will be crushed by that power."

Wang Mian's brows were furrowed. He certainly knew the seriousness of the matter. "You want me to speed up her process of becoming a god?"

"Yes!" Wu Hen said firmly.

"The god you represent is Chronos, the father of playing with time."

"It shouldn't be difficult to have him take action and push the timeline of Galan's awakening forward, right?"

"Not difficult?" Wang Mian smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Brother, you think God is too simple, and you think I, your agent, am too omnipotent."

"First, accelerating time, allowing a living being to complete hundreds or thousands of years of evolution in a short period of time, this isn't called time authority, this is called creation."

"Mr. Chronos's specialty is turning time back, not fast-forwarding it."

He paused, his voice lowered. "If you want Jialan to return to his pre-injury state, there might be a theoretical possibility."

"But the price one has to pay to go back a 'demigod's' time... let's put it this way, even if the entire Daxia was filled in, it wouldn't be enough."

Wu Hen clenched his fists instantly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

He stared at Wang Mian intently: "Then there is no other way?"

"Accelerating your godhood is essentially against the underlying rules of the world."

"Even if the old man is willing to take action, it will attract things we can't afford to offend."

Wang Mian sighed, "Don't worry, these suddenly appearing Golden Immortals, as well as what happened to Jia Lan, are full of strangeness."

"I feel like there's a big conspiracy going on here. I need to go meet someone and ask about the situation."

"Once I investigate thoroughly, there might be a solution."

The anxiety in Wu Hen's eyes did not subside, and urging him was useless.

He could only suppress the anger and powerlessness in his heart and nodded: "How long will it take?"

"I don't know." Wang Mian answered decisively.

"It depends on his mood."

The two continued walking forward in silence. Lin Qiye followed behind, tactfully not saying anything.

This urban area destroyed by the war of gods was eerily silent, with broken walls and ruins lying on the ground like the skeletons of giant beasts.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the three of them stopped at the same time.

Before them was a huge crossroads.

A deep pit was created in the center of the intersection by some terrifying force.

Four roads stretched out in different directions and disappeared into the thick, indissoluble gray fog.

It was so quiet here that even the sound of the wind disappeared, as if the entire space had been sucked into a vacuum.

"Something's wrong." Lin Qiye whispered.

Without him saying anything, Wu Hen and Wang Mian also noticed it.

This is no longer just a battlefield relic, but a "field" shrouded by certain rules.

Wang Mian suddenly smiled, but the expression under the mask was unclear.

But his tone was as relaxed as if he was strolling in his own backyard: "Okay, it seems we have to act separately."

He pointed to the dark road on the left: "Over there, they're looking for me."

Wu Hen's gaze turned to the right, where in the mist,

There were faint scarlet spots flickering, like a pair of eyes ready to devour anyone.

He grinned, revealing a cold smile: "What a coincidence, these bastards on the right are coming for me."

The two looked at each other and said nothing.

There was no surprise, no question, only a tacit understanding.

"Then I'll go in first." Wang Mian took a step and walked towards the darkness on the left.

"That's perfect. I'll ask Galan about this for you and see if there's any shortcut."

Without any hesitation, he stepped into the darkness that swallowed up all light and soon disappeared.

Only Wu Hen and Lin Qiye were left at the intersection.

Wu Hen took a deep breath, and the breath swirled in his chest. When he exhaled, his whole aura changed.

If he was a sharp sword hidden in a sheath before, then now, this sword has been unsheathed, its edge fully exposed.

"Follow me closely." After he said this to Lin Qiye, he walked into the road on the right that was covered with scarlet spots of light without looking back.

The gray mist instantly engulfed his figure, and then Lin Qiye's figure also disappeared in it.

One gray, one red, two completely different roads,

It was as if they led to two completely different worlds, completely separating this temporary combination.

Wang Mian walked in absolute darkness and silence.

The road seemed to have no end, and no matter how long he walked, the scenery around him did not change at all.

There was no concept of the passage of time, nor any sense of the extension of space, as if he were just marking time.

Suddenly, he stopped.

It wasn't that he wanted to stop, but some force made everything around him "stop".

A speck of dust suspended in the air froze in mid-air.

In the distance, a rock is about to fall from a broken building.

It also violated all laws of physics, coming to a standstill more than ten meters above the ground.

The whole world is like a painting with the pause button pressed.

An absolute, unreasoning stillness.

However, facing this extremely weird scene, Wang Mian's expression did not change at all.

He didn't even blink, as if it was just an ordinary stone on the roadside.

He ignored the force of rules that was enough to immobilize any demigod, lifted his foot, and continued to move forward.

His movements were natural and smooth, and the terrifying power of "stillness" was like nothing in front of him.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the end of the road.

An old man in plain black clothes was sitting on a broken stone tablet with his back to him.

The old man, with a withered figure and white hair, just sat there quietly.

It seemed as if it had been sitting here for millions of years, blending into everything still around it.

Wang Mian finally stopped. He put his hands in his pockets and spoke to the figure from behind in a tone that was slightly helpless and complaining.

"I say, old man, is it necessary for you to make such a big fuss just to see me?"

"Do you really have to make me walk such a long way? This is enough for me to walk around Daxia."

The old man in black remained motionless, like an eternal sculpture.

Even Wang Mian's words seemed to be frozen in the air in front of him.

Just when Wang Mian curled his lips and his patience was about to run out,

On that old body that seemed to have been fossilized, the tightly closed eyes and the eyelids seemed to tremble very slightly.

Before Wang Mian finished speaking, Wu Hen's pupils beside him suddenly shrank!

It wasn't that he thought of the answer, but the whole world let out a sharp cry at this moment!

"Om-!"

An indescribable terrifying pressure, like the collapse of the sky, instantly enveloped the entire street.

That is not power, nor momentum, but an existence of a higher dimension, absolute domination over the lower-dimensional world!

The old man who had been sitting quietly, as if integrated with the street sculpture, slowly opened his eyes.

What a pair of eyes those are!

There are no whites of eyes, no pupils, only a deep and boundless starry sky.

There are countless stars being born and dying, and the long river of time is surging!

Just a glance is enough to make people see the birth and end of the universe.

"Noisy."

The old man, no, it was Chronos, the god of time, who uttered two words indifferently.

The next second, a miracle happened!

With him as the center, the entire street that was devastated by the war began an incredible "rewind"!

The collapsed high-rise buildings and the countless flying bricks and rubble seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand.

It violates all the laws of physics in the world, goes upstream, and is pieced back into place seamlessly!

The broken glass windows rolled back and reassembled with a "crash", returning to their original smooth appearance.

The shocking cracks on the ground healed quickly, like wounds smoothed by God's hand.

Even the smoke and smell of blood in the air receded and dissipated, turning into the peaceful atmosphere before the war.

But in just three seconds, a hell on earth miraculously returned to its original vibrant appearance!

It was as if the brutal fight just now was just a nightmare that never happened!

Wu Hen was so frightened that his whole body was stiff and even his breathing had stopped.

Is this... the power of God?

Erase reality and reshape time!

In the face of such great power, the so-called Golden Immortals and Great Demons are simply as ridiculous as dust!

Wang Mian's face was equally pale, but he suppressed the trembling deep in his soul and took a step forward.

He knew this was his only chance.

"Great Lord Chronos," the king tried to keep his voice steady.

"You seem... not to want to alarm the owner of this place."

Chronos's gaze finally fell on Wang Mian, his eyes were so indifferent as if he was looking at an ant.

But with a subtle scrutiny, he said, "The one from Daxia is very troublesome."

"I don't want to have any interaction with him before I get the things."

"What you want is here with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Mian took out something from his arms with trembling hands.

It was an ancient jade mirror, but it was broken in the middle, leaving only a broken corner.

Even so, a faint light still flowed on that corner of the jade mirror, as if it contained some power that transcended worldly laws.

It is the fragment of Yasakani no Magatama, one of the three sacred treasures!

In Chronos's eyes, the boundless starry sky finally showed some ripples.

"Yes, it is this fragment that carries a wrong timeline."

Wang Mian took a deep breath, and a crazy gambler's light flashed in his eyes.

He summoned up all his courage and stated his condition: "I give it to you!"

"In exchange, I only ask you... to grant me a wisp of the 'Law of Time' to help me ascend to the throne of God!"

The air completely froze at this moment.

Chronos heard this and for the first time showed an expression that was close to "mocking".

It was as if I heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Mortal, you don't understand what 'law' is." His voice was filled with eternal coldness.

"The Law of Time is me, and I am the Law of Time."

"It is the foundation of my existence, it is who I am. How can I 'give' it?"

"It's as ridiculous as asking you to cut off a piece of your soul and give it away."

The color on Wang Mian's face faded in an instant, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was shaky.

Chronos looked at him and indifferently gave the only possibility: "Unless... I'm dead."

"My godhead shattered, and the laws of time dissipated between heaven and earth."

"You, go and snatch it from the countless contenders, from the other gods who covet the power of time."

"boom!"

These words, like a heavy hammer, hit Wang Mian's heart hard, making him fall into endless bitterness and despair.

Let him rob?

What a joke!

Chronos, as one of the oldest primitive gods in Greek mythology, is almost immortal!

Even if he really dies one day, it will be a huge event that will shake the entire mythological world!

At that time, those who will come to snatch the law of time will be Olympus, Asgard, Heaven... and the top gods of countless pantheons!

He is a mortal who is not even a god. What can he use to fight?

Why should we rob?

This is not a road at all, but an insurmountable abyss!

The flame of hope was completely extinguished by the words of God, leaving only cold ashes.

Wang Mian held the broken Yasakani no Magatama in his hand, his palms sweating profusely.

All his plans and all his bets seemed so pale and powerless in the face of absolute divine power and cruel reality.

Chronos stopped talking, his star-like eyes just stared at the fragment of the jade mirror in his hand.

As if waiting for a natural result.

The gaze of God is a silent urging, a countdown without numbers.

Should I give up everything and hand over this only bargaining chip in exchange for a chance to survive?

Or...find another way?

Wang Mian felt that his heart was being tightly grasped by a cold big hand and was almost stopping beating.