Chapter 980
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Chapter 980: Angel’s Descent
Several seconds later, the pitch-black abyss had been completely filled.
After the endless whispers disappeared, more wrinkles appeared on the old man in black’s face, making his already aged countenance look even more haggard.
“It’s done,” Chronos calmly said. “The seal has been restored to its state before the breach, becoming whole again. No more contamination will leak out. You can rest assured.”
Micheal’s eyes fixed on him. “Your lifespan…”
“When you play with time, you must be prepared to be played by time,” Chronos said softly. “Even the highest gods cannot escape the constraints of laws… not everyone can create miracles like you.”
Michael fell into silence.
After some time, Michael raised the holy sword he had been gripping tightly and thrust it deep into the meteor crater below.
A golden domain instantly spread out, covering the moon once again and enveloping Chronos beside him.
The moment he was encompassed by this [Mortal Divine Domain], Chronos seemed to sense something and slightly startled, turning his head to look at Michael beside him.
“This is…”
“A ‘miracle’ that stops aging,” Michael said expressionlessly. “Your hundred years of life were consumed because of this lunar seal. I don’t like owing others favors… Stay in this miracle to recuperate for a few years before returning.”
Chronos gave him a complex look. “You don’t need to do this. If this lunar seal breaks, the entire Earth would face catastrophe. I’m also saving myself.”
“Are you in a hurry to return to Earth?”
“…No hurry,” Chronos asked puzzledly. “Why do you ask?”
“If you’re not in a hurry to return, then stay here to recuperate for a few years.” Michael paused, then added the second half of his sentence, “And, when I’m not here, help me guard this lunar seal.”
“Guard it for you? Where are you going?”
“I’ve been guarding the moon for too long. Since you’re here, I want to take this opportunity to go down and look around.” Michael slightly raised his head, his gaze falling on that blue planet, his eyes narrowing. “Most importantly, I need to investigate who tried to tamper with this seal…
Since someone has already targeted this lunar seal, they will eventually make another attempt. Only by completely eliminating them can we prevent future troubles.
All these years, I needed to use [Mortal Divine Domain] to suppress the breach and couldn’t leave. Now that the seal has been restored, as long as I leave enough miracles to maintain the moon’s appearance, I can leave briefly.
If you’re staying to recuperate, you can help me guard this seal. I’ll return in two years at most.”
Chronos gave him a complex look. “This was your true intention for setting up this age-stopping miracle, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Seeing Michael admit it so straightforwardly, Chronos was momentarily speechless. After hesitating for a moment, he still sighed.
“Fine, Olympus is already in chaos now, and I don’t want to get involved in the power struggle between those two juniors. After filling the seal breach, I have nothing else to do… Go ahead, I’ll help you guard this seal.”
Michael nodded. “Thank you.”
This tall angelic figure took a step from the gray-white ground, his six pure white wings gently trembled, then shattered space, his form transforming into a golden meteor, flashing toward the blue star in the sky.
On this day,
The Seraph who had watched over humanity for hundreds of years stepped down from the moon and descended to the mortal world.
…
Mist.
On the vast sea surface, a dark gray figure was rapidly approaching Da Xia.
Having reached the human ceiling realm, Wang Mian could rely on his own power to walk in the mist for short periods. His eyes gazed at the distant sea surface, his heart extremely heavy.
Without usable time laws, becoming a god was hopeless. He only had two years of life left, and the plan to save [Mask] by reversing time could not be implemented…
His heart was just like this misty sea surface – looking out, there was nothing but confusion.
After some time, a black dot appeared out of nowhere on the distant horizon.
Wang Mian startled and stopped.
It was a small boat.
Amidst the surging waves, a small boat floated on the sea surface as steady as a rock, not swaying or trembling at all no matter how the waves churned.
On that boat, a hunched figure sat in the mist, silver-white hair dancing in the wind. An elderly cough echoed across the sea surface, crimson blood dripping from his palm into the boat, gathering into a pool of blood.
He wore a dark gray cloak with a long sword at his waist.
Just like Wang Mian.
He was the architect of the entire High Plains scenario, and also the God of Time who had traveled from the future – the elderly Wang Mian.
A breeze swept across the sea surface as the two Wang Mians gazed at each other like mirror images across the rolling waves.
Whether it was clothing, appearance, or the wrinkles on their faces, they were identical. The only difference was that the elderly Wang Mian sitting in the boat had an aura of mystery and vicissitude about him.
Wang Mian’s eyes slightly contracted.
He stood on the sea surface, staring at the old man who looked exactly like himself. After a long while, he finally spoke:
“I thought you were deliberately avoiding me…”
“…You guessed right.” A bitter smile appeared at the corner of elderly Wang Mian’s mouth. “Before coming here, I also hesitated for a long time about whether to meet you… After all, if it weren’t for the time loop I left behind, they wouldn’t have sacrificed themselves.
In a sense, I am the murderer who caused their deaths… I didn’t have the courage to face you.”
Wang Mian stared into his eyes. “You’d better give me an explanation.”
“Time is more complicated than you imagine. When you play with time, you must be prepared to be played by time…” elderly Wang Mian spoke hoarsely.
“I thought the chain reaction caused by the elaborate scenario I set up would change their fate and let them live, but I never expected it would instead directly lead to their deaths.
Perhaps some people’s fates truly cannot be changed.”
“Since you’ve already become the God of Time, why don’t you go back in time now and save them?”
“…I can’t.”
Elderly Wang Mian closed his eyes helplessly as a cloud of blood mist burst from his shoulder, transforming into countless white threads that dispersed into the air.
The next moment, time rapidly reversed around him, those dispersed white threads reconverged and returned to his flesh, as if nothing had happened.
“Even gods have finite lifespans.
To set up this scenario, I repeatedly reversed time and became entangled in numerous causalities. Combined with constantly having to use time reversal to fight against my own dissolution, my lifespan has reached its end.
I… am dying.”
