He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

He reached into his pocket and rummaged around for a while, then pulled out something and tossed it over casually.

Yunyi reached out and caught it.

It is a piece of jade.

It is about the size of a palm, so thin that it is almost transparent, with a smooth, mirror-like surface and no carvings or patterns.

It feels warm to the touch, with a faint warmth, like a stone that has been warmed by body heat for a long time.

"Keep this with you at all times."

Old Jiang said, "When you encounter a situation you can't handle, it will shield you from it."

"Once you've blocked them, I'll know and I'll rush back."

Yun Yi looked down at the jade piece in his palm.

It lay there quietly, warm and still, like a small animal curled up asleep.

"How strong of an attack can it withstand?"

"Why are you asking this?" Old Jiang glanced at him sideways. "It's enough for you."

Yun Yi was silent for a moment, then closed his hands and held the jade piece in his palm.

"Thank you, Master."

Old Jiang waved his hand, stood up from his chair, and stuffed the wine gourd back into his pocket.

He walked to the door, then suddenly stopped without turning around.

"Oh, right."

"Um?"

"Your study companion."

Old Jiang's voice was calm, "I don't care where she came from or what her background is."

"But remember this—there are no geniuses without a reason."

Yun Yi remained silent.

"You yourself are a genius, you should know that better than anyone else."

Old Jiang said, "For someone to reach this point at your age, they either have an incredible stroke of luck or they've paid an incredible price."

"You belong to the former group; you're lucky."

"But not many people are lucky."

He paused.

"I'm leaving."

He pushed open the door and stepped into the sunlight in the courtyard.

With a single step, I was lifted up like a fallen leaf by the wind, silently skimming over the courtyard wall and disappearing into the dense shade of summer.

The cicadas were chirping loudly in the courtyard.

The study remained quiet for a long time.

Yun Yi opened his palm and looked down at the jade piece.

Sunlight streamed through the window and shone on the jade piece, refracting a very faint halo.

He could sense an extremely concentrated aura slowly circulating inside the jade piece, like a living wind sealed in amber.

He put the jade piece into his bosom and placed it close to his body.

Then he raised his head and looked at Shen Qingqing.

Shen Qingqing was still standing in the same spot.

Her posture was exactly the same as before—standing with her hands at her sides, her back straight, and her expression calm.

But Yunyi noticed that her fingers, hanging at her sides, were trembling slightly.

It wasn't the kind of trembling you feel from fear.

It's the kind of tremor you feel when you clench your fist tightly and then release it, causing blood to rush back to your fingertips.

Her knuckles had an unnatural bluish-white tinge, as if she had just gripped something with great force.

Yun Yi knew at a glance that she was holding the Return Crystal.

Only after confirming that Lao Jiang had left did Shen Qingqing collapse to the ground, still shaken.

"call……"

"Is this really just your third world?"

Yun Yi nodded helplessly.

"Didn't I tell you before? But you didn't believe me."

Shen Qingqing fell silent.

How can you believe that?

She knew, of course, that the amusement park often treated people unfairly, throwing newcomers into high-level games as cannon fodder.

But to throw someone who has only experienced three reincarnations into their kind of situation—is this paradise for real?

Thinking this, a hint of pity appeared in her eyes as she looked at Yun Yi.

Judging from the master's power, it only serves to highlight Yun Yi's weakness.

Although Yun Yi's cultivation level is now higher than hers, she is convinced that it must be because his master fed him with resources.

It was only a matter of time before she caught up with him.

Yun Yi pretended not to see it.

This identity is quite useful, and he doesn't want to expose it.

In the autumn of his fifth year, Yunyi read the ten thousandth volume of the jade slip in Nachuan's bag.

The fourth leaf of the innate seed of enlightenment quietly unfolded on a windy night.

The leaf was a very pale silver, and the light spots flowing between its veins no longer resembled a galaxy, but rather a dense net—each thread connecting to the knowledge stored in the first three leaves.

The first leaf, learning to read.

The second leaf, the general principle.

The third leaf, Tongwu.

The fourth leaf, the fusion of the Dao.

From that moment on, all the techniques, martial arts skills, and secret manuals he learned were no longer independent skills.

Sword techniques and footwork are interconnected, the intent of fists and the intent of the blade resonate, and internal energy cultivation methods and breathing techniques are complementary.

The 10,000 volumes of secret manuals are no longer just rows of books on the bookshelf, but have become a three-dimensional, interconnected network, where every node leads to another node and every path leads to another path.

That night, Yun Yi officially stepped into the realm of martial arts mastery.

At the age of five, he had mastered martial arts to a divine degree.

If Old Jiang were here, he would probably put his hands behind his back and give them a shake.

But Yunyi had nothing to be happy about.

His opponents are the Reincarnators—old monsters who have lived through dozens of worlds.

While martial arts prowess might be sufficient for the indigenous people, it's far from enough for them.

He began to try to integrate techniques from different systems.

The 103,000 scrolls of secret manuals in Na Chuan's bag cover everything that Lao Jiang has collected: martial arts, immortality, Buddhism, witchcraft, Gu poison, and ghost arts. Each path has a complete inheritance from beginner to master.

An ordinary martial artist could become famous throughout the world simply by mastering one of these paths in their lifetime.

Yun Yi is no ordinary martial artist—he has an innate seed of enlightenment, a knowledge network woven from four leaves, and 103,000 scrolls of secret manuals as raw materials.

He tried to twist the different paths together.

Martial arts cultivate the body, immortality cultivates the qi, and Buddhism cultivates the spirit.

The three have completely different foundations: the pathways of meridians, the circulation of true qi, and the division of realms, each with its own rules and taboos.

Forcibly combining them will only lead to one result—going astray.

But the fourth leaf of the innate seed of enlightenment was born precisely for this purpose.

The integration of the Dao is not simply about combining two different techniques together, but about finding their most fundamental and essential commonalities, and then building a new system from there.

It's like weaving the same piece of cloth with threads of different colors.

Yunyi spent a full six months.

From the autumn of his fifth year to the spring of his sixth year, he locked himself in his study, spending all his time, except for eating and sleeping, immersed in Nagakuen's bag.

Shen Qingqing would come to see him every few days to make sure he was still alive, and then quietly leave.

She didn't know what Yun Yi was doing, but she could feel that the atmosphere in the study changed every day—sometimes sharp as a sword being drawn from its sheath, sometimes deep and resonant like a mountain pressing down on the ground, sometimes elusive as a ghost walking at night, and sometimes compassionate as an ancient Buddha with lowered brows.

Yunyi's parents would occasionally come to check on her, and she would use illusion magic to help conceal it.

On the night of the Awakening of Insects, when Yunyi was six years old, and spring thunder roared, he stepped out of his study.

Shen Qingqing was sitting under the locust tree in the courtyard, looking at the account books by the light of the lantern—it was Yun Wantong's homework for her, teaching her as a half-adopted daughter, how to read account books, use an abacus, and manage the business.

Hearing the door open, she looked up and froze.

Yun Yi stood there, with no aura emanating from him.

It's not restraint, but a natural perfection, as if he himself is a part of the universe.

"you--"

Shen Qingqing opened her mouth, "A terrestrial immortal?"

Yun Yi shook his head.

They are not terrestrial deities.

It means that the three paths of martial arts, immortality, and Buddhism have all reached the realm of divine connection, and then they are combined into one by the method of fusion.

He didn't walk a particular path; he walked his own path.

As for what to call this road, he hasn't decided yet.

Shen Qingqing remained silent for a long time, then closed the account book, stood up, and spoke earnestly:

"Yun Yi, tell me the truth, are you really from the third world?"

"Yes."

Shen Qingqing fell silent again.

She suddenly realized something: the three worlds may be newcomers, but newcomers are not necessarily weak.

The person in front of you is very likely a once-in-a-millennium genius from some world, or even the chosen one of that world, who was somehow abducted by Paradise.

These people may lack the knowledge and experience of others, but their talent is overwhelming.

The amusement park is throwing him into this situation; it's probably just like letting him bully newbies in a beginner's village—it would be better to just throw him into their territory.