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

One was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, tall and thin, wearing a faded blue shirt.

He has delicate features, but there is a composure between his brows that is beyond his years—like a stone that has been washed by water for a long time, the edges are still there, but the sharpness has been hidden in his bones.

He stood there, his aura perfectly concealed; if Yun Yi hadn't been deliberately perceiving him, he would almost have thought he was an ordinary person.

Another man, who looked to be about twenty, was burly and half a head taller than Yun Yi. He was dressed in a coarse brown robe with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his forearms—muscular, dark-skinned, and covered in old scars on the back of his hands.

He had a face with thick eyebrows, a wide mouth, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes, resembling a nomadic person from the grasslands.

When he looks at people, he doesn't flinch or avoid it; his gaze is direct and carries an undisguised scrutiny.

Shen Qingqing raised her hand to indicate:

"Xiao Yanzhi, a man of the Song Dynasty, has reincarnated through seventy-one worlds."

The tall, thin boy nodded to Yun Yi, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if to say hello.

"Helian Rong, from the northern grasslands, is of Hu ethnicity."

Shen Qingqing pointed at the burly man, "He has reincarnated through fifty-six worlds."

Helian Rong neither nodded nor smiled.

He looked at Yun Yi, his gaze sweeping over him from head to toe, and then said:

"Are you the reincarnation of the God of Literature?"

It was impossible to tell whether he was curious or skeptical from his tone.

"Yes."

Yunyi said.

Helian Rong nodded, the scrutiny in his eyes fading considerably.

"Okay, as long as you admit it."

"I've seen several reincarnators who immediately pretend to be natives, and they're even more like natives than natives themselves. It's disgusting."

Xiao Yanzhi whispered something from the side:

"Helian, say less."

Helian Rong shrugged and remained silent.

Shen Qingqing brought out several bamboo chairs from the house and placed them in the yard, where the four of them sat in a circle.

The winter sun shone through the sparse branches of the tea trees, its warmth barely perceptible, but at least brighter than inside the house.

Shen Qingqing spoke first:

"The reason I've called everyone here today is to formally introduce ourselves."

"From now on, we're all in the same boat."

Xiao Yanzhi nodded slightly:

"I joined the alliance for a simple reason—I didn't want to be prey for that Level 1 Authority user."

He spoke softly and slowly, each word seemingly rehearsed in his mind before uttering.

"I have reincarnated through seventy-one worlds, seen many powerful beings, and also seen many dead people."

"I probably know more about what a Level 1 Authority user is than anyone else here—because I once shared a world with a Level 1 Authority user."

Helian Rong turned his gaze over, and Shen Qingqing's eyes also narrowed for a moment.

Even Yun Yi was somewhat surprised—these words revealed a lot of information.

Most likely, the other person is not from the same reincarnation hall as me.

Knowing that you are the only Level 1 user in your own Reincarnation Hall, and since the other party has seen you before, they are very likely from another Reincarnation Hall.

"That world," Xiao Yanzhi continued.

"It is a world of cultivation."

"That Level 1 Authority user came to the same sect as me."

"From the age of five to twenty, I watched him go from an outer disciple to an inner disciple, from an inner disciple to a true disciple, from a true disciple to the sect leader, and from the sect leader to the sole ruler of that world."

"It took him fifteen years."

"Fifteen years later, he found all the reincarnated beings in that world, a total of twenty-three, and killed them all."

The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

"I survived not because I was stronger than him, but because I was lucky—I was the last one to be found, and that world had been almost completely wiped out by him, so I was able to return."

Xiao Yanzhi's voice remained calm, as if he were telling someone else's story, "But do you know what his level of cultivation was before his return?"

"Transcending tribulation."

"That's right, it only took twenty years to reach the Tribulation Transcendence stage."

He paused, his gaze shifting from Yun Yi's face to Shen Qingqing's face, and then to Helian Rong's face:

"I believe you have all cultivated the path of immortality, so you should know this speed better than I do."

"The difficulty increases as you progress through the realms."

"Don't be fooled by our sixteen or seventeen-year-old Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages—that's because we're squeezing out our potential, forcing ourselves to level up quickly, and that's because we've returned to this level countless times to gain proficiency."

"If one were to cultivate step by step to this point, it would be quite good to reach the Golden Core stage by the age of thirty."

"But the other party is different. He did not exploit his potential, but took one step at a time to reach the tribulation."

"So those with Level 1 privileges aren't human at all."

"I joined the league to avoid being prey."

"But if he really comes to our league one day, I'll run faster than any of you."

"Resistance? I've never even considered it."

Helian Rong remained silent for a long time before speaking, his voice low and deep, like thunder rolling across the distant grasslands:

"My reasons for joining weren't as complicated as his."

"Instead of fighting alone, sticking together means you don't have to worry about being prey."

He glanced at Yun Yi, "In addition, your background makes me feel very safe."

He spoke very bluntly, even somewhat crudely.

Shen Qingqing looked at Yun Yi one last time.

After confirming that everything was okay, she nodded.

The four then discussed some specific matters—how to contact each other, meeting points in case of emergencies, and their respective combat roles.

Xiao Yanzhi was skilled in formations and restrictions. He specialized in this art in the seventy-one worlds, and could set up trapping formations, killing formations, and bewildering formations, as well as break most known restrictions.

Helian Rong followed the path of physical immortality. In the fifty-six worlds, he only cultivated his body and not his qi. His flesh and blood were forged to be harder than refined steel, making him invincible in head-on confrontations with opponents of the same level. However, he had almost no ranged abilities.

Shen Qingqing's role is intelligence and assassination—she excels at concealment, tracking, and disguise, and is also adept at finding a target's weakness in the shortest amount of time and striking a fatal blow.

When it was Yun Yi's turn, everyone else skipped over him.

After all, everyone knows that his role is just to be a mascot, to give other reincarnators a sense of security.

After the conversation ended, Xiao Yanzhi and Helian Rong left the teahouse one after the other.

They don't live in Los Angeles permanently; they each have their own identities and places to go. Shen Qingqing will contact them when needed.

The courtyard fell silent again, leaving only Yun Yi and Shen Qingqing.

Shen Qingqing leaned back in her chair, looked up at the bare branches of the tea tree, and suddenly said:

"How much of what Xiao Yanzhi said do you believe?"

"Seventy percent."

"Me too."

She paused for a moment, then said, "He said he survived because he was lucky."

"But I don't really believe he survived by luck."

Shen Qingqing turned her gaze away from the tea tree branches:

"I have lived through seventy-eight worlds in the cycle of reincarnation, and the most important thing I have learned is that no one who has lived through seventy-one worlds has done so by luck."

"Xiao Yanzhi survived because he must have had his own trump card, and that trump card was big enough that even a Level 1 Authority user didn't discover him."

"Or perhaps they are wary of it."

"Everyone has their trump cards," Yunyi said.

"As long as his trump card doesn't point to us, it's fine."

Before leaving, Yun Yi asked Shen Qingqing for a list.

It wasn't a list of people within the alliance, but rather a list of reincarnators she had contacted but refused to join, those who weren't strong enough to be invited, or those who were excluded from the alliance for various reasons.

Shen Qingqing didn't ask him what he wanted to do. She took out a jade slip from her bosom and handed it to him, saying only, "Destroy it after reading it." Then she got up and went to the kitchen to find sesame seed cakes.

The list is short, with a total of nine people.

Each person's information is very brief—name, current identity, approximate location, estimated cultivation level, number of reincarnation worlds, and brief remarks.

The weakest one had only experienced thirty-one worlds, and his cultivation level was no more than that of a Celestial Being.

The strongest one has experienced more than ninety worlds, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the terrestrial immortal god. He also cultivates three unknown systems.

Yun Yi read through the information of the nine people one by one, memorized it, and then crushed the jade slip.

He didn't rush to have his clone take action.

The last time I killed Zhao Duo, I extracted thirty-six cultivation techniques from his sea of ​​consciousness. It took the innate enlightenment seed seven whole days to dismantle them all and integrate them into the veins of the fifth leaf.

The thirty-six martial arts techniques come from different worlds and have vastly different power systems—some use the physical body as a furnace, some use the soul as fuel, some borrow the power of heaven and earth, and some steal the breath of living beings.

After being disassembled, the transparent veins on the fifth leaf spread out a bit more, and the outline of the sixth leaf appeared faintly at the intersection of the veins, like an island that had not yet reached the shore in the mist.

not enough.

More complete techniques from different worlds are needed before the sixth leaf can sprout.