this infinite world

——That is, darkness.

Pure, all-consuming darkness.

Yang Yun felt like he was sinking into an endless abyss, his body falling towards the unknown depths at a constant speed.

This feeling of falling was neither as rapid as a free fall nor as sluggish as floating in water. It was a more essential way of falling, where even the existence of the self was completely disappearing, as if he was born to fall like this, without end...

What was even more bizarre was that the more Yang Yun tried to understand this state, the more his consciousness merged with the darkness. The nothingness that should have brought him fear was now wrapping him up like warm amniotic fluid. Reason was warning him of this anomaly, but instinct was urging him to give up thinking and completely sink into this gentle eternal night.

Is he falling? Or does the being called "Yang Yun" belong here?
Yang Yun's consciousness floated in the darkness, as if he was caught in an endless dream. He tried to raise his arms, but he couldn't feel his limbs; he wanted to shout, but his vocal cords seemed to have never existed. Only the feeling of eternal falling was so real, so real that it made him despair.

In this darkness where even time has lost its meaning, staying awake has become the greatest torture. But surprisingly, Yang Yun's consciousness has not completely disappeared, but he can still think relatively normally...

"Am I... already dead?"

Falling, it seems like an endless fall, falling continuously into the bottomless abyss.

Feeling his consciousness falling in the endless darkness, Yang Yun tried hard to recall what happened before he came here. At that time, he used Shennong's Ruler to completely cut off the three planes of the biochemical crisis and sent them out, drifting towards the depths of the multiverse, while he chose to stay behind to face the burning shadow that stood up from the throne...

"hiss……"

Thinking of this, although Yang Yun could not feel his own body at all, he still couldn't help but take a breath - it was not because of any other reason, it was just because he was too "floating" at that time, that's all.

To be fair, Yang Yun was indeed quite powerful at that time. Firstly, he held the Shennong Heaven-Measure Ruler, a treasure of acquired merit and virtue. Although it was not as invincible as the exquisite pagoda of the Mysterious Yellow Heaven and Earth, it was also extremely magical and far superior to ordinary innate spiritual treasures. Secondly, he had just achieved the status of a high-level saint, and was more powerful than the phantom of the Emperor Fuxi. Whether it was combat power or luck, he was at an unprecedented peak.

With these two factors combined, Yang Yun, who chose to be the last one to leave, was confident that he was also a leader in the field of high-level saints, and even had a glimpse of the realm of innate saints. When he recalled the unprecedented duel between Emperor Fuxi and Gong Yeyu in the time corridor of the Tower of Babel, he was eager to fight - he was sure that he was qualified to intervene in the confrontation at that level, so it was no problem for him to leave.

...Until reality gave Yang Yun a heavy blow and he was severely beaten.

No, it couldn't be called a "bad beating" at all, because a bad beating at least means a process of confrontation. And everything that happened at that time completely overturned Yang Yun's understanding of the word "battle".

There was no back-and-forth attack and defense, no earth-shattering collision, only one-sided crushing. Yang Yun couldn't even recall any details of the battle, nor could he remember the methods of the Human Emperor Fuxi. All that was left was the unforgettable scene, which was brutally branded in the depths of his soul by some power beyond cognition.

That is, invincible power.

The sky was shaking, time and space were being created and destroyed, the shadows of the four sacred beasts were lingering in all directions, the five elements of spiritual energy turned into a flowing rainbow bridge, and the eight trigrams were flickering like stars. This four-element, five-element, eight-trigram formation, which was known to everyone in the multiverse, was surrounding a nine-legged giant tripod that reached the sky and the earth, as if it was carrying the weight of the entire prehistoric continent and smashing down on its head...

All the carefully constructed defenses, all the proud killing moves, were as ridiculous as a child waving a branch in front of the unrivaled giant tripod. Just like an ant trying to stop the collapse of Mount Buzhou, this crushing power gap made the concept of "resistance" itself a joke - "Should I feel honored? How dare you use the Tongtian Tripod to hit me without any martial ethics..."

Thinking of this nine-legged giant tripod, which should have been named Jiuzhou Ding and became the third great weapon of the human race after Pangu Axe and the List of Conferred Gods, but was only ranked as an innate treasure because of Pei Jiao's insistence, Yang Yun sighed. Although he knew that the gap between the "Emperor" and the high-level saints was huge, since the other party had sacrificed this treasure without martial ethics, his failure was justified...

As the corresponding memories were retrieved, Yang Yun's consciousness also woke up from his ignorance and regained control of his body. He lamented his own recklessness and squinted his eyes, trying to find a way out of this endless darkness...

"By the way, where is this?"

Inferno? The abyss of death? Tartarus? The gap between life and death? Anyway, the only thing that can be confirmed is that this is definitely not a place for the so-called "living people" to come.

But it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter at all.

For Yang Yun, who has already broken through the cycle of life and death, integrated the four elements into one, and defined "reincarnation" with "life", as long as he can keep thinking, he will definitely be able to be reborn from death countless times.

"You think you can trap me with just this? Don't you think too little of me?"

Feeling the darkness around him still swallowing up his body and blurring the boundaries of his consciousness, Yang Yun smiled contemptuously: "After all, I promised my partners--"

In this absolute darkness that swallowed everything, a green spark suddenly lit up stubbornly.

At first, it was just a flickering firefly, as if it could be snuffed out by the darkness at any moment; but in a flash, this tiny light spread like wildfire, bursting out with a brilliance that tore through the eternal night. Countless green rays pierced through the darkness like sharp swords, interweaving into a dazzling aurora.

"——We will see them again in the future!"

"Origin - Infinite Reincarnation!"

The shouting turned into thunder, and the green light burst out completely, like the first ray of dawn at the beginning of creation, as if to tear apart all the darkness, to smash the ridicule called "fate", and to tear the darkness that had solidified for eternity into pieces!
In this dreamlike green light, Yang Yun suddenly opened his eyes. But before he could check where he was, he heard a very familiar voice beside him:

"good."

It was a man's voice, cold and hoarse.

"You are the one with the best qualities among those who came this time." (End of this chapter)