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

The boy nodded, as if he had expected someone to ask that question.

He stood up, his dark green robes fluttering in the sea breeze.

"The important question is, what should we, the people living in the East China Sea, do next?"

He raised his right hand and pointed west—the direction of the continent, the direction of the Great Qin Dynasty, the direction of the golden pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth.

"Ying Ji is in Xianyang."

"His luck is so strong that it has rewritten the rules of the entire world."

"With such immense fortune nurtured by destiny, once it matures, will we still have a chance to survive?"

"Where can we run to then? Swim into the sea? We can't escape a powerhouse of that level no matter where we hide."

No one responded.

The sea breeze blew across the beach, causing the robes of several reincarnators to flutter and rustle.

On the distant sea, a flock of seagulls flew close to an invisible ribbon of auspicious light—a golden thread visible only to terrestrial immortals and gods, stretching from the western horizon, spanning thousands of miles across the boundless sea, and finally disappearing at the horizon.

Everyone saw it.

It's not because they are all terrestrial immortals or gods, but because their fortune is too strong—so strong that it can interfere with reality.

The boy withdrew his hand that was pointing west and crossed his arms over his chest:

"I plan to establish a Reincarnator Alliance in the East China Sea."

"This is not a small-scale operation or a group of three or five people; it is a true East China Sea alliance."

"Intelligence sharing, resource sharing, and unified wartime command."

"Although the reincarnators in the East Sea are scattered, they are still quite numerous."

"It's better to stick together than to be defeated one by one."

"This vast sea is our greatest geographical advantage."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over every face below the rock.

"Moreover, I have the sea god here."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Without warning, towering waves surged across the sea.

A black snake tail, thousands of feet long, emerged from the seabed, slapped the surface of the water once, and then sank back into the water.

When the waves crashed down, even the rocks at the edge of the deserted island trembled.

The reincarnators on the beach looked at each other in disbelief, and some gasped in shock.

"This thing isn't fully domesticated yet."

The boy spread his hands, "With this, I think it will give you some confidence."

"Once it is fully tamed, you should be able to feel its power."

"Plus your methods—don't tell me you've been hiding in the East China Sea for so many years and haven't accumulated any survival skills at all."

"You should know that danger and opportunity coexist."

"You all know how many points you'll get and how high your evaluation will be if you kill someone of this level of destiny."

"Besides, isn't the bigger reason you're hiding here that you're being hunted down by that Level One Authority user?"

"Why is there a group of reincarnators in Zhongzhou who haven't been hunted down? Because they formed an alliance."

"The allied reincarnators, with their numerous trump cards, are enough to make even a Level 1 Authority holder wary."

Upon hearing this, all the reincarnators instantly fell silent.

The first reincarnator to speak paused for a moment, then bowed slightly to the boy:

"If it's truly for self-preservation, I can be included in the East China Sea Alliance."

Once the first person expressed their opinion, the others nodded in agreement.

The boy looked at the scattered crowd on the beach, and a smile reappeared on his lips.

……

On the edge of an endless desert, in the ruins of an ancient city half-buried by sandstorms, two reincarnators are desperately fleeing.

The one chasing them wasn't a reincarnator, but an indigenous person.

An old monk wearing tattered robes, barefoot, with the ordination scars on his head blurred and almost unrecognizable.

He was very old; the wrinkles on his face were as deep as a parched riverbed, and his eyebrows were completely white, drooping below his cheekbones.

He walked slowly, each step landing on scorching hot sand. His feet had long since developed thick calluses, and the sand grains he stepped on had been melted into tiny glass beads by the high temperature.

But with each step he took, his figure moved forward a hundred feet.

The two reincarnators are a man and a woman.

The man's name is Fang Zhe. He has reincarnated through seventy-one worlds and specializes in earth-based immortal arts. His combat power doubles in desert terrain.

The woman's name is Bai Lu. She has reincarnated through sixty-nine worlds, specializing in wind magic and also practicing a concealment technique brought from a strange world.

Both of them had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage in cultivation, and their martial arts had reached the level of terrestrial immortals and gods. They could be considered strong people no matter where they were.

But at this moment they looked like two rabbits being targeted by an eagle, their robes torn to shreds by the wind and sand, their faces covered in a mixture of sand and sweat.

As Fang Zhe ran, he formed hand seals, summoning sand walls from the depths of the sand to block his path.

The sand walls rose abruptly from the sand dunes, each one three zhang high and one zhang thick, their density compressed to a level comparable to granite using earth-based immortal techniques.

The old monk didn't go around; he went straight through.

The sand wall parted automatically in front of him, like water meeting rocks.

Bai Lu used wind magic to push the two of them to their limits, while continuously throwing silver-white feathers onto the sand behind them.

The feathers turned into a thick fog upon landing, containing disruptive energy extracted from a strange world, capable of interfering with the tracker's mental focus.

The old monk walked into the thick fog, and the fog automatically receded to both sides, as if someone had torn a hole in the middle.

"Why can't I shake him off!"

Bai Lu's voice carried a hint of exasperation.

Having reincarnated through sixty-nine worlds, this is the first time I've been chased like this by natives.

Fang Zhe gritted his teeth and didn't answer.

He knew he had kicked a hornet's nest this time—and not just any hornet's nest.

He and Bailu had only been in the Endless Desert for less than three days when they were spotted by this old monk, and they didn't even have a chance to catch their breath.

An abandoned ancient city appeared ahead.

The city wall was eroded by wind and sand, leaving only half of it standing. Most of the buildings inside the city collapsed, with only one pagoda barely remaining intact.

The pagoda is built entirely of sandy yellow bricks and stones. The spire is broken, and the reliefs on the pagoda are blurred by wind and sand. Only the scene of the Buddha preaching can be vaguely seen.

Fang Zhe and Bai Lu rushed into the ancient city and hid in the bottom of the pagoda.

Bai Lu immediately activated the Concealment Technique, and the two of them instantly became transparent, like two drops of water merging into the dry desert air.

The old monk stopped outside the ancient city.

He stood at the gap in the half-wall of the city, his bare feet on the scorching sand, his tattered monk's robe fluttering in the wind.

He didn't enter the ancient city; instead, he took off the string of prayer beads that he had worn until they shone, and twirled them one by one, reciting a Buddhist mantra with each bead he twirled.

The chanting of the Buddha's name was not loud, but it spread like ripples on water, passing through the city walls, through the ruins, and through the walls of the pagoda, reaching the ears of Fang Zhe and Bai Lu.

Bai Lu's concealment technique began to fluctuate amidst the chanting of Buddhist prayers.

Then it was cracked.

Bai Lu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and her concealment technique was completely shattered.

The two figures reappeared at the bottom of the pagoda.