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

Liu Xier's mental energy followed closely behind.

She released all the spiritual consciousness of the Five Realms Spiritual Master at once, transforming it into a boundless ocean of spiritual power.

She used her mental power to completely envelop the old man, like a transparent film tightly binding an object.

The bluish moonlight surrounding the old man was blocked by this layer of spiritual energy.

The moonlight still flows, but a hundred times slower.

The old man wanted to mobilize the power of his domain, so he issued a command from his sea of ​​consciousness, which traveled to the edge of the domain and back. This process was stretched out a hundred times by Liu Xier.

The old man frowned.

He tightened his grip on the wooden staff slightly with his right hand, and the blue light in the eyes of the beast head at the base of the staff intensified, while cracks began to appear in the membrane of spiritual energy surrounding him.

Liu Xier's body swayed, and blood seeped from her nostrils, the corners of her eyes, and her ears at the same time, bleeding from all seven orifices.

But instead of withdrawing her spiritual power, she pressed down the last wisp of her divine consciousness. The cracks stopped spreading.

Su Zhong's bowstring twanged.

He stood on the eastern ridge, holding a meteorite bow with a string made of his own hair.

He practices the way of the bow, and the bow is part of his body; the bowstring is his meridian.

He fired three arrows in that instance.

The first one was made by him; the arrowhead was coated with a deadly poison called "Spirit Devourer," which specifically corrodes the body's protective essence.

The second one was carved from the heartwood of a thousand-year-old ironwood tree in this world, and the arrow shaft was engraved with immortal runes, each rune representing a penetrating force.

The third arrow was forged from his own ribs—those who cultivate the way of the bow nourish the bow with their bodies and the arrows with their bones; once this arrow is shot, it will shorten one's lifespan by a hundred years.

The three arrows were released at different times, but they formed a straight line in the air.

The armor-piercing arrow came first, its spirit-devouring poison condensing into a dark green droplet on the arrowhead; the ironwood arrow came second, its runes lighting up one after another, each light increasing the arrow's speed; the bone arrow came last, its shaft translucent, revealing marrow flowing slowly inside the shaft like a miniature blood vessel.

The first arrow struck the old man's protective inner energy.

The sound of the Soul-Devouring Poison corroding the true essence was like hot oil being poured onto ice, hissing and crackling. The protective true essence was corroded, leaving a fist-sized dent.

The second arrow pierced the center of the depression, and all the runes on the ironwood arrow lit up, increasing its penetrating power several times over. The arrowhead pierced through the protective true energy and penetrated half an inch into the old man's chest.

The third arrow struck the fletching of the ironwood arrow—the bone arrow shattered, bone marrow splattered, and the ironwood arrow went in another half inch.

Three arrows, each an inch deep in the flesh.

An arrow was stuck in the old man's chest.

He looked down at it, then reached out and pulled it out.

The arrowhead drew out a trickle of blood.

Qin Yu's healing essence surged into everyone's body at that moment.

She is the only Reincarnator in the Alliance who specializes in healing and status removal.

Her true essence was divided into five streams, simultaneously connecting Helian Rong, Xiao Yanzhi, Liu Xier, Su Zhong, and Xu Youlan.

Helian Rong's shattered right arm bones began to reassemble, Xiao Yanzhi's depleted dantian regenerated a faint wisp of true essence, Liu Xier's bleeding from her seven orifices stopped, Su Zhong's lost lifespan could not be replenished but his physical strength was filled, and Xu Youlan's bitten tongue tip healed.

Five people, five types of injuries, five different conditions—she handled them all by herself.

The old man shifted his gaze from the wound on his chest to Qin Yu.

For the first time, his wooden cane was used to point out—not to the ground, but towards Qin Yu.

A beam of blue light shot out from the tip of the staff, as thin as a finger and as fast as lightning.

Qin Yu had no time to dodge; her healing essence was still connected to five people, and severing any one of them would put that person in danger.

She didn't dodge.

Helian Rong shielded her from it.

He used his right arm, which Qin Yu had just reattached, to punch the blue light.

His newly healed bones shattered again, but he managed to deflect the blue light.

The blue light grazed his right rib, carving a deep, bone-revealing groove before disappearing into the mountainside, leaving a finger-thick, bottomless hole.

Helian Rong glanced down at the wound on his ribs, then looked up at the old man and grinned:

"Old man, this won't do either."

Xu Youlan moved.

From the moment the old man entered the valley until now, she has been waiting—waiting for Helian Rong's fist, waiting for Xiao Yanzhi's killing formation, waiting for Liu Xier's spiritual power to envelop her, waiting for Su Zhong's three arrows, and waiting for Qin Yu to bring everyone to their peak condition.

Now it's her turn.

Her fingers landed on the strings, not the seven, but the thinnest, taut eighth string at the tail of the instrument, which she had never touched before.

Her zither originally had only seven strings, but this eighth string was temporarily formed by the blood from the tip of her tongue—it wasn't a real string, but rather formed from her essence and blood.

She hooked the blood-red string and pulled it back fully.

He pulled until his entire right hand trembled, until the blood-red strings were stretched into an almost invisible thin line, until the instrument creaked under the strain.

Then she let go.

The blood-stained string snapped, and the music shattered.

Not just one sound, but ten thousand.

A single blood string contains all the essence and blood of her countless reincarnations. Each drop of essence and blood is a note on the zither, and the essence and blood of countless reincarnations constitute a million notes on the zither.

A million piano notes exploded at the same moment, like a million rivers flowing into the sea simultaneously.

The old man's domain was shattered.

The blue moonlight was like a bronze mirror struck by a heavy hammer, shattering from the center outwards with cracks spreading in all directions.

From each crack flowed the sound of Xu Youlan's zither, the music spreading throughout the entire area and prying off pieces of the blue moonlight.

Fragments of the domain fell from the sky, turning into points of light before they even hit the ground.

The sky was filled with countless blue specks of light, like a snow falling backwards.

The old man took a step back.

His hemp shoes stepped on the gravel at the bottom of the valley.

His hunched figure swayed slightly, his wooden cane touching the ground. The blue light in the eyes of the beast head at the base of the cane flickered, like a candle flame in the wind.

The arrow wound in his chest was still bleeding, the hollow in his palm was still smoking, his blue Taoist robe was stained with dust and blood, and a few strands of his white hair were scattered by the sound of the zither, hanging down in front of his deeply wrinkled forehead.

He looked up at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys and girls in front of him and sighed:

"You must not be from this world, are you? Extraterrestrial demons?"

"The legendary extraterrestrial demon is truly terrifying; it possesses such power at such a young age."

"It's truly unimaginable to let you grow for a few more years."

Just as he was preparing to launch another attack, a very faint and dense sound came from underground.

It's the sound of chewing.

The sound of countless mouths chewing simultaneously echoed from the depths of Yan Hui Valley.

The ground at the bottom of the valley began to collapse.

Stones, sand, withered grass, along with tree roots and insect carcasses buried in the soil, are all thinning, shrinking, and disappearing at a visible rate.

Everyone looked down and saw a ring of fine teeth marks on the edge of the rock beneath their feet, as if something had been gnawing at it bit by bit.

The tooth marks are spreading towards the center of the rock at an extremely fast speed, and with each inch they spread, the rock becomes thinner by an inch.

Everyone looked up at the shadows at the edge of the valley—where the Gu worm reincarnator stood.