this infinite world

The light is exploding.

In a seemingly limited yet infinitely vast space, emerald green light and shimmering gold brilliance clashed fiercely. Each collision unleashed dazzling sparks, as if dividing the entire space into countless overlapping battlefield dimensions.

One instant, countless azure rays pierced the golden sky like a torrential rain; the next, the dazzling golden radiance transformed into a raging inferno that devoured the azure galaxy. Two completely different powers were constantly annihilated and reborn in this divided domain, leaving indelible traces of the Dao in the void.

In the most intense and central region where the light clashed, two figures could be vaguely seen engaging in a frenzied battle at speeds exceeding the speed of light. Time, space, matter, energy… everything became their weapons, and the dissipated energy shockwaves, if released to the outside world, would easily destroy stars and destabilize galaxies!
That was a battle between the strong, a battle that transcended the initial saint level and entered the realm of "advanced saint"!

The battle between the two lasted for an unknown duration, for time was merely a meaningless footnote in this earth-shattering yet destined-to-remain-unknown conflict. But every battle must have an outcome, and so, at a certain moment, the two all-pervading beams of light simultaneously ceased their attack, receding like the tides. The azure Milky Way and the shimmering golden sun once again stood at opposite ends, drawing a clear boundary in the void.

—Above the sky, a turquoise divine light traversing the void manifested a majestic tree that connected heaven and earth amidst endless radiance.

Beneath the tree, Yang Yun stood leaning on his sword, his figure appearing exceptionally lonely. He was covered in blood, charred marks from the Buddhist light crisscrossing his body, deep cuts revealing bone crisscrossing his wounds, and several deep fist marks etched into his chest… But the next moment, as a waterfall of azure light cascaded down from the Jianmu tree behind him, these countless wounds were completely washed away by a more profound life force, leaving him…
There was Yang Yun holding the Heavenly Crystal Sword. At this moment, his body was covered with wounds, burns, cuts, fist marks... But the next moment, with a swirling of cyan light, these countless wounds disappeared without a trace, and the pressure surrounding him was even stronger than before the battle.

On the other side of the battlefield, golden splendor also descended, once again transforming into a pure land of Buddha. Clear and bright inside and out, like crystal, every blade of grass and every tree expounded the wondrous Dharma, every grain of sand and every stone revealed Bodhi.

Within the Buddhist realm, the majestic golden body, standing sixteen feet tall, was also riddled with wounds. Its crystal-like body was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and there was a sword wound on its chest that almost severed it in two. Even the golden wheel of merit behind its head, symbolizing perfection, was missing a third of its length.

As the Buddha in his "mythical form" clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, boundless Buddha light surged forth from the Buddha-land he resided in, instantly reshaping his indestructible body. Not only was the golden body flowing around him even more majestic than before, but the speed of its restoration was also slightly faster than Yang Yun's!
—And this line is the difference between good and bad.

In the battle just now, Jieyin had the upper hand.

Driven by the sainthood of a novice saint, the mythological form would ultimately prevail over Yang Yun, who was unable to exert his full strength and could only use "Origin-Momentary Reincarnation," thus tilting the balance of power accordingly. Although this tilt could only be described as "insignificant," if the battle continued, even the smallest advantage would be magnified infinitely, leading to a predetermined outcome.

“Amitabha, fellow Daoist is truly a genius, even able to push the path of ‘reincarnation’ to such an astonishing degree with a non-saintly body.”

Gazing at Yang Yun, who was enveloped in radiance, Jieyin, feeling he had gained the upper hand, smiled and said, "But I wonder what connection you have with that one who has been suppressing Hell and living in seclusion all this time?" Jieyin's gaze was piercing; although limited by his level of cultivation, he could not fully unleash the immense power of a Primordial Saint, but his extremely sharp eyesight had not diminished in the slightest. Having just experienced countless rounds of fighting, he could clearly see the unmistakable meaning of "reincarnation" within Yang Yun's path of sainthood.

Since the battle with the Three-Eyed Clan from the Negative Universe, the Earth Queen has guarded the Nine Netherworlds, personally suppressing the true spirits of the three thousand races of the Primordial World for countless millennia as the Three Sovereigns. This matter is not a secret among the high-ranking members of the human race... Therefore, Jieyin, who was becoming increasingly curious about Yang Yun, directly asked the question that had been on his mind.

In fact, after the Human Emperor and Nuwa went to the Negative Universe, the Primordial Heavenly Court government was eager for this most low-key and mysterious of the Three Sovereigns to remain silent, and Houtu did just that.

But everyone knows that although Houtu has secluded herself from the world, she has never truly left. In this game of chess centered around Hao, the Human Emperor Fuxi makes the first move, and the sages of the heavens follow suit. And just as this "promised time" is about to arrive, a piece suddenly appears that is connected to Houtu, forcing Jieyin to consider whether this is a signal from her… a signal that she too is about to participate in this game of chess?
Faced with Jieyin's question, Yang Yun simply smiled and did not answer. He knew perfectly well that although the Houtu in this multiverse was not the same Houtu, since both of them were in charge of the Houtu Reincarnation Platform, it was not surprising that their respective paths of reincarnation had many similarities. It was also reasonable that his identity had been discovered... But then again, Yang Yun did not intend to keep it a secret forever.

However, at this moment, Yang Yun did not need to answer the question about the guide, because...

"coming."

With just two simple words, Yang Yun suddenly stretched out his right hand and precisely intercepted a dazzling azure light that had traversed space and descended from tens of millions of miles away. After the azure light landed in Yang Yun's hand, it transformed into its true form—a flawed "mirror".

Yes, incomplete in the literal sense. After all, it's a "mirror" without a mirror surface, at best only a frame; calling it incomplete is more of an embellishment. The space where the mirror should be is empty, the frame is covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the entire mirror seems somewhat unstable, as if it has just transformed from an illusory state…

Compared to its pristine, flawless state in its prime, reflecting the heavens, this mirror is now utterly dilapidated. Yet, in the center of this empty frame, a single, stubborn blue light flickers, like the last glimmer of a star refusing to be extinguished in the darkness, faint yet containing a chilling power…

"Haotian Mirror?!"

At that moment, the guide's expression changed drastically. (End of Chapter)