# 961
Chapter 962: Sun Origin
On the constantly collapsing earth, an electric scooter was slowly making its way along the shattered street.
Lu Wuwei had already turned the handle to its limit, but the scooter's speed was still no match for the speed at which the Yata Mirror was breaking apart. Dust and碎石 instantly engulfed his figure. Void cracks spread around him, and it seemed he would soon fall into one of them.
Lu Wuwei calmly looked back at the collapsing earth and sky, silently sliding down the visor of his helmet, and pressed a small yellow duck onto his head. He floated up and swayed away.
He didn't choose to leave the Yata Mirror through the gap. Instead, he turned around, heading toward the countless void fragments, riding along the edge of the shattered world and driving deeper into the broken Yata Mirror.
Only one of Zuo Qing's two orders had been completed. There was still one person... he hadn't found yet.
Before completing the order, nothing could hinder him, not even the collapse of heaven and earth.
This was Lu Wuwei's mission: certain completion.
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Ruins.
Clang—!
A blade of凌厉 light flashed, and Wu Xiangnan's body fell to the ground once more. Those empty eyes gazed at the sky, devoid of any vitality.
A moment later, his body quickly reorganized. Violent coughing erupted, and he stumbled to his feet, gasping heavily.
"How many times now?"
"Thirty-two."
White-haired Wang Mian held the Mandarin Arrow in his hand, his expression complex as he looked at Wu Xiangnan. "You've been killed by me thirty-two times in a row. Even if my blade is fast, the shadow and despair brought by death are real. Won't you rest a bit?"
Wu Xiangnan raised his head, glanced at the ruins collapsing at an alarming speed in the distance, and shook his head.
"There's no time. I must integrate with this origin as quickly as possible. I can feel that the alignment between it and me has approached Infinity perfection... Just one more time, and the desired effect will be achieved."
Wang Mian was silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly. "Alright, then once more."
Wu Xiangnan walked to the origin that was now only the size of a ping-pong ball, took a deep breath, and once again steadily raised his hand, reaching toward it.
After thirty-two consecutive absorptions and purifications, this origin had been almost completely absorbed by Wu Xiangnan. The origin impurities he had expelled through death had turned into a pool of black water, flowing in the puddles before the temple.
As Wu Xiangnan reached out, the last trace of origin surged into his body. His pupils contracted, and in the next moment, a blade of light appropriately flashed across his neck.
Thirty-third death.
A moment later, under Wang Mian's watchful gaze, Wu Xiangnan wobbled to his feet once more. His eyes shone bright as stars.
After this resurrection, Wang Mian clearly noticed that Wu Xiangnan's temperament seemed different from before.
A faint aura of孤傲 and凌厉 began emanating from him. Though extremely subtle, beneath this presence, he gave off the feeling of a monarch ruling over some kind of power—powerful yet mysterious.
Wu Xiangnan let out a soft exclamation, lowering his gaze to his palm. A flash of joy appeared in his eyes.
"Did it work?" Wang Mian asked.
"Yes." Wu Xiangnan nodded. "I've fused the origin with myself, holding it at the final critical point. As long as I resurrect one more time, I can briefly nurture a strand of Law..."
"What type of Law?"
"Solar Law." Wu Xiangnan said calmly. "This origin fell from Amaterasu the Great Deity. Accordingly, it can only nurture Solar Law. Regardless of what type of Law it is, it doesn't really matter to me. My own strength hasn't reached the god realm, so I can't possibly harness the power of this Law. Its only purpose is to serve as a weapon for slaying gods."
Wang Mian nodded slightly.
Looking at it this way, this Law truly wasn't compatible with him. As a proxy of the God of Time, his own God's Ruins all related to time. If he recklessly introduced Solar Law into his body, it would be pure suicide. If he did so, perhaps he wouldn't survive three months.
The collapsing void cracks rapidly spread through the ruins. Wang Mian glanced at the distance, his brow furrowed:
"Where do we go next?"
"The Yata Mirror is about to be destroyed, so that item should emerge soon... Only by borrowing it can we have a chance to enter Takamagahara."
Wu Xiangnan removed his blood-soaked clothing, taking from a nearby backpack a neatly folded, light blue cloak. He solemnly and reverently draped it over his shoulders.
Seeing this, Wang Mian's expression grew complicated. "The Blue Rain team uniform... it's been a long time since I've seen it... Looks like you truly have no intention of turning back."
"From the moment I first absorbed this origin, there was no road back for me." Wu Xiangnan's hand gently stroked the light blue cloak as he spoke calmly.
"Even though Great Xia is hundreds of kilometers away, I will here make the mark of Blue Rain bloom with its final glory."
As the words fell,
A light blue figure and a dark gray one, two silhouettes, vanished swiftly across the shattered sky toward the horizon.
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Misty Japan.
A streak of cloud rapidly crossed the sky above the ruined city, heading in some direction at breakneck speed.
"Mr. Lu is a Human Apex-level senior. He won't go down that easily." After hearing the others' descriptions, Lin Qiye smiled.
Baili Pangpang nodded slightly, his gaze falling upon the massive black-gold dome that shrouded all of Japan above.
"What is that? Didn't seem to be there when we came out of the Human Enclosure?"
"That's the body of a divine weapon." Lin Qiye steered the Somersault Cloud, flying toward the underside of that blade body while explaining, "When the Katsuragi Gods forged the nine Magatsu Blades back then, it was for the day when all nine blades could unite as one, condensing into a weapon of divine grade.
Legend has it that after the nine blades become one, the Magatsu Blade would be of the same rank as Ame-no-Murakumo—a divine weapon capable of slicing open the realm of the gods, Takamagahara, and the Katsuragi Gods' final reliance to defeat the Amatsukami..."
Before he could finish, Lin Qiye suddenly froze in place.
"Slice open Takamagahara... slice open Takamagahara..." He seemed to have thought of something, his eyes gradually brightening as he murmured these words.
The others exchanged glances, confused. "What's wrong?"
"I know why the elder Wang Mian insisted on sending Pangpang back fifty years to guard the breach in the Human Enclosure..." In Lin Qiye's mind, all the clues connected together, an expression of enlightenment spreading across his face.
"His purpose wasn't just to save the tens of millions of people living inside the Human Enclosure. It was to preserve the nine Magatsu Blades!"