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

Zhao Duo fell from mid-air and landed on the blue brick ground, scraping his knee and soaking his trouser leg with blood.

He didn't get up; he just knelt there, his hands supporting him on the ground, panting heavily.

The clone walked up to him and looked down at him.

"First, tell me all the martial arts techniques and secret skills you know."

"Secondly, I'll find it out myself from your head."

"select."

Zhao Duo knelt on the ground, his breathing gradually calming down.

He raised his head, looked at the person in front of him with pale gold pupils, his lips moved slightly, and he let out a very soft laugh, as if squeezed out from deep in his throat.

"You think... I'd believe that?"

He slammed his right hand down on the top of his head.

It is seeking death, it is the self-destruction of one's consciousness.

Anyway, he had a backup plan; if things didn't work out, he could just start over.

The palm strike landed.

It didn't work out.

The clone's hand had somehow already gripped his wrist, its five fingers tightening like an iron clamp.

Zhao Duo's wrist bones made a slight cracking sound, and five golden finger marks appeared on his skin.

The clone lifted him off the ground, like lifting a bird whose wings had been pinched.

"You chose the wrong one."

The clone's left hand pressed down on Zhao Duo's head, its five fingers clenched together, the fingertips piercing into the scalp.

His skin wasn't broken, and no blood flowed, but Zhao Duo convulsed violently, as if a red-hot iron rod had pierced through him from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

The power of faith transformed into countless golden threads, finer than spider silk, which emerged from the clone's fingertips and burrowed into Zhao Duo's sea of ​​consciousness.

The power of faith originates from the human mind. It possesses an innate ability, which does not require learning, to enter a person's consciousness and access their memories.

Zhao Duo's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He felt as if his mind was being roughly turned over, as if someone was flipping through the pages at a speed too fast to see clearly, reading each page and memorizing it.

He wanted to resist, but having lost his true energy, he couldn't even close his sea of ​​consciousness; he wanted to self-destruct, but those golden threads had already firmly controlled every corner of his sea of ​​consciousness.

The clone flipped through his memories.

Starting with the most recent one.

Iron Sword Sect, Youzhou, Great Yan.

Zhao Tiejian's transformation into a puppet.

The child whose life force was drained, the village three hundred miles away, the children he imprisoned there, and the hiding place of twenty-five children on a high peak a thousand miles away—these are also the locations where the other party was resurrected.

The clone memorized all these locations.

Then he put them down and continued flipping forward.

In each of the thirty-three worlds, Zhao Duo memorized at least one complete cultivation technique or system.

In addition to the cultivation techniques Zhao Duo originally possessed, there were a total of thirty-six techniques.

The clone memorized all thirty-six martial arts techniques in less than fifteen minutes.

Then he withdrew his left hand, his five fingers leaving Zhao Duo's head.

The golden threads were drawn out of the sea of ​​consciousness, without taking anything extra with them.

Zhao Duo's body, like a piece of wood with its core removed, slumped softly to the ground.

The body is still alive, but consciousness has disappeared.

The clone glanced down at him, then turned around.

The power of faith circulated within his body for a week, organizing, classifying, and sealing the thirty-six cultivation techniques he had read from Zhao Duo's sea of ​​consciousness, waiting to be transmitted to his original self upon his return.

After doing all this, he walked straight out of the courtyard to find where the children were hiding.

While I'm on my way, I'll take care of that one too.

Seven days after his clone left, Yun Yi deduced the "Three Mysterious Transformations of Mo Wen" to its ninth level.

The original technique only has three levels.

Asking about the mysteries of the universe grants the deceased a momentary boost to their understanding.

The Dao Xuanbian allows the deceased to deepen their understanding of the Dao.

The changes in the heavens have a high probability of allowing the original body to break through a realm directly after death.

Each transformation is a life, and after cultivating to the Nascent Soul stage, each transformation can become an independent clone—truly defying the heavens.

But Yunyi removed all of these effects.

For his current level of understanding, that insight and breakthrough is of little significance.

Based on the core of "Mo Wen San Xuan Bian", he dissected all the techniques related to "burst", "amplification" and "temporary breakthrough" from the 103,000 scrolls of secret manuals in Na Chuan's bag, extracted their essence, and reforged them.

The core logic has become: every death grants one life, and the combat power doubles the next time.

The effect of the ninth transformation is simple and brutal—it increases combat power by 256 times.

The cost is that the body's meridians will suffer varying degrees of damage, and it will take at least three days to recover.

This is already the minimum cost—the original version was an immediate death.

It took him four whole days to reduce the "sudden death" to "three days of weakness".

He named this version "The Nine Transformations of the Mysterious Heaven," engraved it on a jade slip, and kept it close to his body.

The sky outside the window was just beginning to brighten.

Yunyi pushed open the door to the study, and the fragrance of winter plum blossoms mingled with the cool morning breeze.

Shen Qingqing stood in the courtyard, her back to him, looking up at the bare locust tree.

Hearing the door open, she turned around, a faint expression on her face, as if she were savoring something.

"You're back?"

"Um."

"Perfect timing," she said. "I just got back yesterday."

"We've made contact with that reincarnator; he's willing to join the alliance."

Yun Yi nodded, his gaze falling on her face. He noticed that her complexion was a bit darker than before he left—not because she was tired, but because her cultivation had improved again.

"A terrestrial deity?"

Shen Qingqing's lips curved slightly:

"I broke through on the way."

She spoke casually, but Yunyi knew that at this level, every breakthrough could not be "incidental".

She must have encountered something during the two weeks she was away.

But she didn't say anything, and he didn't ask.

"Oh, right," Shen Qingqing took out a warm sesame seed cake from her bosom, broke it in half, and handed one half to Yun Yi, "It's fresh out of the oven, your father had the kitchen make it."

"To be honest, I haven't experienced family affection in a long time."

"I'm quite envious of you."

Yunyi took it and took a bite.

The aroma of sesame melts in your mouth, mingling with the crispness of the bread and the sweetness of maltose.

The two stood beside the wintersweet tree and shared a sesame seed cake.

Shen Qingqing patted the sesame seeds off her hands:

"Let's go, I'll take you to meet those two new reincarnators."

Yun Yi nodded.

After all, he is the guarantor, and each new reincarnator must meet with him to confirm their identity.

Surprisingly, two people were willing to come this time.

Thirty li outside Luozhou City, the Yun family owned a tea shop in the south of the city.

Although it's called a tea shop, it's more like a secluded courtyard.

Yun Wantong bought it when he was young, originally intending it as a summer retreat. However, as his business grew, he had less time to come here.

The courtyard was small, with two sections, front and back, and was kept very clean.

A row of tea trees grows under the courtyard wall. In winter, all the leaves fall, leaving only gray-brown branches swaying in the wind.

Shen Qingqing pushed open the door, and the two people in the courtyard stood up at the same time.