Tens of seconds later, the pitch-black abyss had been completely filled.
After the endless murmurs disappeared, some wrinkles appeared on the face of the old man in black, and his already old face became even more haggard.
"Okay." Kronos said calmly, "The seal has gone back to before the breach was broken, and it has returned to integrity. No more pollution will leak out. You can rest assured."
Michael's eyes stared at him, "Your life span..."
"When you play with time, you must be prepared to be played by time." Kronos said lightly, "Even the Supreme God cannot escape the shackles of the law... Not everyone is like you and can create miracles."
Michael fell silent.
After an unknown amount of time, the holy sword held tightly by Michael's hands was raised again and pierced deeply into the crater beneath his feet.
A golden field instantly opened up, covering the moon again, and also enveloping Kronos on the side.
At the moment when he was enveloped by this [Mortal Realm of Gods], Kronos seemed to notice something. He was slightly startled and turned to look at Michael standing aside.
"This is……"
"The 'miracle' of stopping aging." Michael said expressionlessly, "Your hundred-year lifespan was originally wasted because of this moon seal. I don't like to owe others favors... You can rest for a few years amidst this miracle.
, go back again.”
Kronos gave him a complicated look and said, "You don't have to do this. If this moon seal is broken, the entire earth will suffer disaster. I am also saving myself."
"Are you in a hurry to return to Earth?"
"...No rush." Kronos asked in confusion, "Why do you ask?"
"If you are not in a hurry to go back, you can rest here for a few years." Michael paused and added the second half of the sentence, "By the way, when I am not around, guard this moon seal for me."
"Guarding it for you? Where are you going?"
"I have been guarding the moon for too long. Since you are here, I want to take this opportunity to go down and have a look." Michael raised his head slightly, his eyes fell on the blue planet, and his eyes narrowed, "Finally,
The main thing is to investigate who wants to take action on this seal...
Since someone has already set his sights on this lunar seal, he will take action again sooner or later. Only by completely killing him can we prevent future troubles.
Over the years, I have needed to use [Mortal God Realm] to suppress the gap and cannot escape. Now that the seal has been restored, as long as I leave enough miracles to maintain the appearance of the moon, I can leave briefly.
If you want to stay and cultivate, you can guard this seal for me. I will come back in two years at most."
Kronos glanced at him with a complicated expression, "Is this your real intention in setting up this stagnant and aging miracle?"
"yes."
Seeing Michael admitting so simply, Kronos was speechless for a moment. After hesitating for a moment, he sighed.
"Forget it, Olympus is in chaos now. I don't want to get involved in the power dispute between the two juniors. After the seal gap is filled, I have nothing to do... You go ahead, I will help with this seal.
You keep it."
Michael nodded, "Thank you."
This tall angelic figure stepped out from the gray-white earth. The six white wings behind him shook lightly and smashed into the void. The figure turned into a golden meteor and flashed towards the blue stars in the sky.
this day,
Seraph, who has been watching the world for hundreds of years, steps on the moon and descends to the world.
…
Mist.
On the vast sea, a dark gray figure quickly approached Daxia.
King Mian, who has stepped into the ceiling of humanity, can rely on his own strength to walk in the mist for a short time. His eyes are staring at the sea in the distance, and his heart is extremely heavy.
There is no time law that can be used, and there is no hope of becoming a god. He only has two years left in his life, and his plan to go back in time to rescue [Mask] cannot be implemented...
His heart was like the sea shrouded in mist. Looking around, there was nothing but confusion.
After an unknown amount of time, a black spot appeared out of thin air on the sea level in the distance.
The king was startled and stopped.
It was a flat boat.
When the waves were rough, a small boat floated on the sea as quietly as a rock. No matter how the waves stirred, it did not shake or tremble at all.
On the small boat, a rickety figure was sitting in the mist, with silver-white hair dancing in the wind, an old cough echoing on the sea, and scarlet blood dripping down his palm into the boat, converging into a
A pool of blood.
He wore a dark gray cloak and carried a long knife at his waist.
Same as Wang Mian.
He is the organizer of the entire Takamagahara situation, and he is also the god of time who traveled from the future, the old king face.
The breeze blew across the sea, and the two kings looked at each other like mirror images across the rolling waves.
No matter the clothes, appearance, or wrinkles on the face, they are all the same. The only difference is that the old king sitting in the boat has a vicissitudes and mysterious temperament.
Wang Mian's eyes narrowed slightly.
He stood on the sea and stared at the old man who looked exactly like himself. After a long time, he took the initiative to speak:
"I thought you were deliberately avoiding me..."
"...You guessed it right." There was a trace of bitterness on the corner of the old king's face, "Before coming here, I hesitated for a long time whether I should meet you... After all, if it weren't for the closed time loop I left,
They will not sacrifice.
In a sense, I am their murderer...I don't have the courage to come to see you."
Wang Mian stared into his eyes, "You'd better give me an explanation."
"Time is more complicated than you think. To play with time, you must be prepared to be played with by time..." The old king said hoarsely,
"I thought that the chain reaction of my elaborate plan would change their fate and allow them to survive, but I didn't expect that this would single-handedly contribute to their deaths.
Maybe the fate of some people really cannot be changed."
"Since you have become the God of Time, why not go back in time now and save them?"
"……I can not do it."
The old king closed his eyes helplessly, and a cloud of blood mist exploded from his shoulders, turning into white threads all over the sky and dissipating in the air.
The next moment, time around him quickly regressed, and the dissipated white threads condensed out again and returned to his body, as if nothing had ever happened.
“God’s lifespan also has an end.
In order to set up this situation, I continuously went back in time and was contaminated by many causes and effects. In addition, I had to use time backtracking to fight against my own transformation. My longevity has come to an end.