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

Su Zhong's arrow.

This arrow embodies the purest form of archery.

Draw the bow, aim, and release.

The moment the Gu worm reincarnator opened his mouth to speak; the moment his attention was drawn to Xu Youlan's zither music and his mind was diverted; the moment the arrow arrived at the gap where the swarm of worms was densest and his defenses were weakest.

The arrowhead pierced his throat and emerged from the back of his neck, leaving behind a cloud of dark red blood.

The Gu worm reincarnator lowered his head, looking at the arrow shaft embedded in his throat.

He reached out and grasped the arrow shaft, exerted his strength, and pulled it out completely.

The wound is not bleeding.

The blood was blocked from the inside by something.

Looking through the arrow slit, it was no longer a person's throat.

That was an insect nest.

Countless tiny worms wriggle between muscle fibers, crawl through blood vessel interlayers, and densely adhere to the inner wall of the trachea, layer upon layer, like a living mucous membrane.

He was completely hollowed out by termites.

"Tsk, I was careless."

He spoke, his voice squeezed out of his throat, accompanied by the buzzing of millions of insect wings vibrating simultaneously, "It's nothing, just a minor injury, nothing to worry about."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly swelled up, his skin stretched until it became transparent, like a balloon filled with too much water.

Subcutaneous bulges writhed violently, converging from the limbs to the torso, and then surging from the torso towards the head.

Then he exploded.

The humanoid body was like a cocoon stretched to its limit, torn apart from the inside.

The tear stretched from the chest cavity to the abdominal cavity, like a torn piece of paper.

A swarm of insects, darkening the sky, poured out of the crack.

They were no longer the tiny black insects they used to be.

Larger, more ferocious, and in various shapes—some look like wasps magnified a hundred times, with dark green venom dripping from their stingers.

Some resemble centipedes, but at the end of each leg is a tiny mouth. Countless mouths open and close simultaneously, emitting a fine, nibbling sound like raindrops.

Some resembled moths, their wings adorned with distorted human faces, their mouths screaming silently, the screams resounding deep within the soul.

Yun Yi stood at the bottom of the valley, watching the overwhelming swarm of insects obscure the moonlight.

He glanced again at Shen Qingqing, who remained motionless not far away.

Then he looked up at the sky.

The moonlight had changed color at some point—a very pale, cold blue.

Like water, like mist, it silently poured down from the sky, enveloping the entire Goose Return Valley in a layer of unreal, clear light.

It's not moonlight.

It is a field.

Someone has expanded a domain above Goose Return Valley.

An aged voice came from the depths of the domain.

Not tall, not heavy, and even somewhat amiable.

"I have lived for 2,700 years and consider myself to have extensive knowledge."

"But I've never seen anyone like you—teenagers with such skills, causing such chaos."

The voice paused for a moment, as if laughing.

"No need to fight anymore."

"Leave them all."

The bluish moonlight spilled over the valley floor.

The swarm of Gu worms that had been reincarnated had come to a standstill.

Each insect was surrounded by a tiny cage, transparent and thin, as fragile as a bubble, yet as sturdy as cast iron.

The insects struggled, rammed, and tore inside—but the cage remained motionless.

Millions of Gu worms, millions of cages.

Each one was exactly one size larger than the insect itself.

The precision is breathtaking.

Xu Youlan's zither music also stopped.

Helian Rong's battle markings lit up again for a moment in the moonlight, but then went out like a fire extinguished by water.

Xiao Yanzhi's array core stopped collapsing.

Liu Xier's mental energy network shattered completely, breaking into millions of dull fragments that scattered among the rocks.

Su Zhong's hand, which was drawing the bow, froze in mid-air. The bowstring was still vibrating, but the arrow could no longer be released.

Qin Yu's healing essence broke off from his fingertips and could not be reconnected.

Yun Yi stood at the edge, looking up at the depths of the blue moonlight.

In the depths of the moonlight, an extremely old figure slowly descended—a hunched back, sparse white hair, and wrinkles on his face so deep they seemed to be carved into his bones, each line bearing the marks of hundreds of years of hardship.

He was wearing a faded gray robe and leaning on a wooden cane that was taller than himself.

The head of the staff is carved with the head of an unknown beast, whose eyes are two very pale blue jade stones, exactly the same color as the moonlight that fills the sky.

A true god among men.

Yun Yi sensed a level of understanding in this old man that was the same as his own.

The difference is that he has just entered this realm, while the old man has already traveled a long way on this path.

Yun Yi turned his head and asked Shen Qingqing, his tone tinged with doubt:

"Is he your real target?"

Shen Qingqing shook her head.

"I have an idea, but I'm not sure."

"This is just a consensus among reincarnators at our level."

"Before our strength completely surpasses that of the natives of this world, if a powerful native appears, we will prioritize dealing with that native."

"It was a trial run from the beginning. If indigenous people appeared, we would prioritize dealing with them. If not, the plan would proceed as usual."

Yun Yi understood.

He felt something was off from the start—these people fought as if they were giving it their all, yet not quite.

He couldn't discern the true strength of others, but his clone had come into contact with Xu Youlan.

None of the powers—such as "words become law," "space blockade," "year cycle of growth and decay," or the power of the seven laws—were used.

Moreover, Shen Qingqing was watching from the sidelines, and while the other reincarnators were fighting to the death, no one paid any attention to her.

This is not reasonable.

For those who are reincarnated, preserving their lives is always more important than risking their lives, otherwise they wouldn't have survived until now.

"What I'm more curious about is how you're so sure Xu Youlan shares the same thoughts as you?"

Yun Yi asked.

Shen Qingqing glanced at him: "You've never experienced a large-scale world, have you? You don't even know about the world ranking system of the Samsara Paradise?"

Yun Yi shook his head.

He really didn't know.

Although the clone had reviewed information on many reincarnators, it only sent back information related to their systems and cultivation techniques, discarding the useless memory fragments as sources of contamination.

Shen Qingqing explained:

"The world-class reincarnation paradise isn't explicitly stated, but we've experienced it many times and figured out some of the tricks of the trade."

"A small world is simply a complete ordinary world, and the Chosen One is guaranteed at least 1,000 points."

"A medium-sized world, guaranteed at least 10,000."

"Large-scale world, guaranteed minimum of 100,000."

Yun Yi nodded, but then frowned:

"You're not saying this old man is the chosen one, are you?"

"This doesn't look like it at all!"

"And this world is supposed to be a medium-sized world? Ten thousand points shouldn't be too much for you, right?"

Shen Qingqing was speechless:

"Having experienced more of the world does not necessarily mean having more points."

She paused, her tone turning serious:

"And who told you this is a medium-sized world?"

Yun Yi was taken aback:

"A large-scale world? Impossible!"

"Although I don't know much about large worlds, how could a large world be this weak?"

"While the composition of this world is indeed a bit outrageous, it's not that large, is it?"

Shen Qingqing sighed.

"This is indeed a medium-sized world."

"But it most likely fell from a large world."

"It took me more than a decade to finally confirm this."

"This world may seem ordinary on the surface, but it hides many things that shouldn't exist in the ordinary world."

"Like your master, like this old man—they were all figures in the big world."

"Anyone who can survive a drop in level from a world of that caliber must possess a fragment of the destiny of a large world."

"Even if it's not much, there's a minimum of 50,000 guaranteed."

"After all, if a large world is downgraded, it is directly destroyed."

"It's definitely not easy to stabilize things."

"But in some large worlds, a certain price must be paid to achieve stability."

"For example—dividing all of destiny and scattering it among the survivors."

Yun Yi understood.

Every single one of those who survived the destruction of the world carries a priceless destiny within them.

But then he asked another question:

"You wouldn't happen to have my master among your targets, would you?"

Shen Qingqing looked at him with a puzzled expression:

"What, you still cling to the bond between master and disciple?"

Before he could answer, she continued, "Although you haven't been through many reincarnations, you should know that for people like us, family ties are the least valuable thing."

"Besides, your master's strength is undeniable."

"It's definitely a minimum of 100,000."

"He might even be the destiny of the large world before it drops a level."

"Killing him will most likely grant an S-rank rating and 100,000 points, which is a minimum of 200,000 points."

Her tone was calm; she wasn't being careless or lying.