Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

[1922, the first year the fog descended.]

Black crows circled in the sky, emitting low, mournful cries, as if foreshadowing an approaching storm.

The marble floor was wet from the rain, shimmering with a faint sheen.

A beautiful woman in a light blue cheongsam, with a graceful figure and elegant demeanor, stood quietly in front of a rockery, holding the hand of a boy of about ten years old.

The boy was wearing a long mandarin jacket, the color of which had darkened somewhat from being soaked by the rain.

His face showed a hint of confusion and bewilderment, and he would occasionally look up at the beautiful woman beside him.

Behind the two people stood a young man wearing a Western-style vest.

He wore a pair of glasses perched on his nose, the lenses reflecting a faint light in the dim light.

He glanced at his watch, seemingly waiting anxiously for something.

A light drizzle enveloped the scene like a thin veil.

The boy's long jacket was completely soaked by the rain, and he felt a chill and couldn't help but shiver.

"Master, why are we standing here?" the boy finally couldn't help but ask, his voice revealing a hint of confusion.

Gongyang Wan's expression remained calm throughout. She slowly replied, "Waiting for someone."

"Who are you waiting for?" the boy pressed.

"You don't need to know, so don't ask." Gongyang Wan's tone was somewhat cold, clearly indicating that she did not intend to explain further.

"Oh..." Although the boy was somewhat unwilling, he still obediently nodded.

He glanced at his soaked clothes, then at the still-falling drizzle, hesitated for a moment, and then asked again, "Master, why aren't we using umbrellas?"

Gongyang Wan turned her head to look at the boy, a stern glint in her eyes. "What? You can't even withstand this little bit of wind and rain?"

Her voice was icy cold: "To become strong, you need to be tempered and refined by wind and rain. If you can't even handle this little bit of rain, you should leave as soon as possible."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth. But he didn't speak directly; instead, he lowered his head slightly, as if he were shy or afraid to look the other person in the eye.

After a while, he said in a voice as soft as a feather, "I'm not actually afraid of the wind and rain. What I'm really worried about is that your clothes will get wet, Master. After all, if your clothes get wet, you might catch a cold and get sick."

Upon hearing this, Gongyang Wan glanced at the boy indifferently, seemingly not reacting much to his words.

However, she didn't say anything more and just stood there in silence.

Just then, the man who always wore glasses and looked somewhat frail suddenly spoke up: "They're here."

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet atmosphere.

Upon hearing this, Gongyang Wan quickly turned her head and looked in the direction the man was gazing.

In the misty drizzle, a figure dressed in black was slowly walking towards them.

Because of the umbrella, the figure's face was completely obscured, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

The figure moved with unusual lightness, as if making no sound, and silently appeared before the crowd like a ghost.

"Greetings, Lord Lin." The young man greeted the visitor respectfully.

Lin Qiye slowly raised the bridle of the umbrella, revealing his face.

He carefully examined the refined young man before him, a hint of surprise in his eyes, and asked softly, "Hu Jia?"

"That is indeed me," the young man replied with a slight smile. "However, I have now changed my name to Lu Fanglin."

Lin Qiye nodded in understanding, and then said, "Two thousand years have passed, and I never expected that you would take this step as well. It's truly a cause for celebration."

"He's far from being as good as Lord Lin, and even further from being as good as the Marquis."

Lin Qiye's gaze passed over the young man and looked at the two people behind him. Two thousand years had passed, and Gongyang Wan's appearance had not changed at all, except that the light in her eyes had been lost.

In the end, there was still no trace of that person. Where did he go?

Lin Qiye's gaze was fixed on the boy before him, a strange sense of familiarity welling up inside him. He couldn't help but wonder, who exactly was this boy?

"Who is he?" Lin Qiye asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Gongyang Wan smiled slightly and explained, "He is a child I picked up from the roadside, and he is now a member of the Evil Suppression Division."

Upon seeing this, the young man took the initiative to greet Lin Qiye: "Hello, my name is Lei Di."

Upon hearing the words "Thunder Emperor," Lin Qiye's eyes lit up slightly, and the umbrella in his hand involuntarily drooped a little, as if he wanted to cover his face again.

His lips parted slightly, as if he had a thousand words to say, but at the last moment, it stopped abruptly as if something had blocked them.

In that instant, a familiar voice suddenly rang in Lin Qiye's mind. The voice seemed to come from the distant past, carrying a trace of vicissitude and weariness: "Qiye... it's me. Don't ask, and don't say... I just came back from Olympus. Your mother is doing well."

The sound was like a lightning bolt ripped through the night sky, causing Lin Qiye's body to tremble violently. His thoughts, like a wild horse that had broken free, were instantly pulled back to those memories that had long been buried deep within him.

After the fog descended, Nyx tragically died in a fierce battle, and her departure dealt a huge blow to Lin Qiye.

Later, Nyx's body was admitted to a mental hospital, and behind all of this lay a series of intricate events...

Lin Qiye's unusual behavior did not escape Gongyang Wan's notice. Her sharp gaze was like a sword, easily piercing through his disguise.

Gongyang Wan looked at Lin Qiye curiously and asked softly, "What? This child is more than a hundred years younger than you? Do you have any karmic connection with him?"

Lin Qiye was startled. He hadn't expected Gongyang Wan to be so perceptive, able to detect the subtle changes in his emotions.

He composed himself and tried to keep his voice calm: "It's nothing."

Then, he quickly changed the subject, "Did you call me here today because of something important?"

Gongyang Wan paused for a moment, seemingly considering how to begin. After a while, she finally said slowly, "Yes."

Then, she paused for a moment, as if hesitating whether to continue, "I plan to... disband the Evil Suppression Division."

"Disband?"

"That's right. Over the past two thousand years, the Zhenxie Division has risen and fallen with the dynasties, from a dozen or so people at the beginning, to hundreds at its peak, and now only a handful..."

"You know, I agreed to take over as the head of the Evil Suppression Division for the sake of the Marquis. But for thousands of years, I have been searching for him. The only time I felt happy was those three hundred years."

"Ah Zhuo is gone... The Marquis is no more... I..."