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

Yun Yi opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the two memory stones on the table.

The photo stone left by Shen Qingqing records the fatal wounds of the two victims who were killed in reincarnation.

The boy from the Song Dynasty had his chest pierced by the intense heat; the one from the Qian Dynasty had grayish-white corrosion marks around the edges of his wound.

The murders were not committed by the same person.

The techniques are the same, but the strength attributes are different.

Previously, it was speculated that Shen Qingqing was a Level 1 Authority user.

But he knew that person wasn't.

In the autumn of his sixteenth year, Yunyi sat in his study for three days and three nights.

Outside the window, layers upon layers of sycamore leaves fell, swirling in the wind and rustling against the window paper.

A blank booklet was spread out in front of Yun Yi.

The ground ink dried and was ground again, then dried again, until a thin layer of ink crust formed inside the inkstone.

The pen rested on the pen rack, the bristles at the tip hardened into a small lump.

He didn't write a single word.

He was performing a simulation.

Over the years, he has spread the "Divine Skill Body Refinement" to the Great Wu, Great Song, and Great Qian through the trade routes of the Yun Family Trading Company, to Miao territory, grasslands, East China Sea, and Western Regions, to every place where people can read.

It wasn't for the sake of gaining a good reputation, nor was it a spur-of-the-moment decision.

It's for faith.

Faith among all beings.

"Divine Body Refinement" has no entry requirements; any ordinary person who can read can practice it.

Practicing this will strengthen your body, and with a little talent, you can become a beginner in a hundred days and a master in a year.

For those at the bottom who will never even get close to the threshold of martial arts, this skill is nothing less than a rope hanging down from the sky—grab it and you can climb up.

When people are climbing up, they will instinctively feel grateful to the person who handed them the rope.

Gratitude, when accumulated, can transform into faith.

Practicing this technique automatically collects the faith of the other person.

This is exactly what Yunyi wants.

He knew that this faith was still very small.

Scattered across the vast territories of the seven dynasties, they were like sesame seeds scattered in a lake, not even causing a ripple.

But the seed has already been planted.

As long as the practice continues to spread and more and more people practice it, this faith will grow bigger and bigger like a snowball, from a stream to a river, and from a river to the sea.

On that day, he will be able to do one thing with this faith—

Cast a golden body.

It is not a martial arts golden body, not an immortal's body, and not a Buddhist sixteen-foot golden body.

It is his own golden body—with the wishes of all living beings as bones, the faith of all people as blood, and the fortune of heaven and earth as flesh.

This idea lingered in his mind for two whole years.

In his first life, he was an emperor who once held the reins of the nation's destiny and knew all too well the immense power of a nation's fortune bestowed upon him.

In his second life, he traced back to the origin and evolved, reshaping himself from the very beginning of life, gaining an understanding of the relationship between the "physical body" and the "essence" that surpassed any other cultivation method.

The beliefs of all beings and their fortune are essentially the same thing—both are the power formed by the convergence of people's "thoughts".

The difference is that fortune is bestowed by heaven and earth, while faith is given by people themselves.

The former is passive acceptance, while the latter is active dedication.

Being proactive is purer than being passive.

Yunyi called this idea "The Wish of All Beings".

The principle is not complicated: using the golden body as a container and faith as the material, an avatar is cast that is independent of the original deity.

A clone is not an inanimate object; it has independent consciousness, independent power, and an independent path of growth.

But there is an unbreakable bond between it and the original—the will of the original is its will, and the goal of the original is its goal.

More importantly, clones do not need to start cultivating from scratch.

It feeds on faith; the more faith one has, the stronger one becomes.

There is no upper limit.

Yunyi took the brush off the brush holder, soaked the nib in water to soften it, and then dipped it in ink.

Put pen to paper.

Page 1: The Method of Achieving a Golden Body.

It is not the golden body practice of Buddhism.

The Buddhist golden body emphasizes "severing worldly ties and purifying the six senses," which is to cultivate a worldly body through the practice of transcending worldly ways.

That's not what he wants—what he wants is to cultivate worldly practices with a worldly body, the more faith he has, the stronger his golden body becomes, without needing to sever anything, but rather embracing more.

Page 2: The Structure of Doppelgangers.

The clone is not a puppet, nor an external incarnation; it is a truly independent "person".

It has its own meridians, dantian, flesh and bones, and thoughts and emotions.

But from the moment it was born, it has carried a single mission—to become the person that the original entity needs it to be.

Page 3: Bridge of Faith.

The connection between the main body and the clone is not guided by divine consciousness or resonated with blood ties, but by faith.

The power of faith generated by all those who cultivate the "Divine Skill Body Refinement" will flow from the main body to the clones through this bridge, becoming the source of the clones' power.

Faith endures, and its manifestations never perish.

Yun Yi stopped writing here.

It had been dark and then light outside the window, then light and then dark again. The sycamore leaves had all fallen, revealing bare branches stretching towards the gray sky.

He looked at the three pages he had written and remained silent for a long time.

Then I turned to the fourth page and wrote down three words—

A tyrant.

This is the name of the clone, and also its identity.

He created a Level 1 Authority user.

He needs the techniques of other reincarnators.

Shen Qingqing could not possibly teach him her core cultivation techniques, nor could the other reincarnators in the alliance.

If he were in their shoes, he wouldn't do the same.

This is the survival rule for those who reincarnate, and there's nothing wrong with that.

But he had to obtain those cultivation techniques.

You cannot take it as Yun Yi.

He is the stronghold of the alliance, the person Shen Qingqing said was "the least likely to be the Level 1 Authority Person", and the "cannon fodder teammate" and "mascot" in the eyes of all reincarnators.

This identity is very useful; I can't lose it.

But he needs an identity that allows him to openly and legitimately attack those who are reincarnated.

Being a Level 1 user is a perfect excuse.

If you hunt down a Level 1 Authority user, they will hunt you down in return. Other Reincarnators who want the bounty will also hunt you down.

It's perfectly justified for you to kill them.

Yunyi wrote the last stroke and placed the brush on the inkstone.

A gust of wind blew into the study, causing the pages to rustle and turn.

Page 1, The Method of Achieving a Golden Body.

Page 2, The Structure of Doppelgangers.

Page 3, Bridge of Faith.

Page four, the tyrant.

The ink has dried.

Yun Yi picked up the four pages and read them from beginning to end, then put them back on the table.

He stood up from his chair, walked to the window, and opened it.

The autumn wind blew in, cold as a knife scraping against my face.

The courtyard was empty, and the locust tree had lost all its leaves, leaving only a few bare branches reaching towards the sky.

Shen Qingqing is not here.

She went out two weeks ago to contact the sixteenth reincarnator.

Yunyi stood by the window, looking at the locust tree, and suddenly thought of Old Jiang.

Old Jiang said that when he was young, he walked many paths: martial arts, immortality, Buddhism, witchcraft, poison, and ghosts, and he came to the end of each one.

When you finally reach the end of the road, you find that you are still alive, but you don't know where to go next.

At that time, Yunyi did not understand this feeling.

If one road has been exhausted, why not just open a new one?