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

He put down his teacup, his gaze falling on Old Jiang's face, his tone flat:

"Actually, I am also a reincarnator."

The Ginkgo Valley had been quiet for a long time.

Old Jiang picked up another wine jar, uncorked it, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

"Alright, I understand."

Yun Yi was silent for a moment:

"Master, are you not surprised?"

"Unexpected my ass."

Old Jiang slammed the wine jar onto the stone table, the bottom of the jar making a dull thud. "You're always hanging out with a bunch of otherworldly demons, I'm not blind, do you think I don't know?"

"I'm just too lazy to ask."

"Besides, I know your character well."

"In my entire life, I have never made a mistake in judging people."

He paused, took another swig of wine, and his voice deepened:

"Even if something goes wrong, it's because I was in the wrong."

"But you came to me today on your own initiative; it's not just about confessing, is it?"

Yun Yi nodded.

"Master, since you know I am a reincarnator, you should also know the conditions for our return."

Old Jiang placed the wine jar on his knees and slowly circled his finger around the rim of the jar.

"Kill destiny, destroy the world, or—gain the world's faith."

"These are the three, right?"

Yun Yi nodded again.

Old Jiang snorted:

"The first two definitely won't work."

"The last one..."

He clicked his tongue. "I'm fine on my end."

"But it's not easy to talk to Ying."

"He wants to build a complete celestial dynasty, but he also needs the world's faith."

"You two have run into each other."

Old Jiang sighed and circled his finger around the mouth of the jar again.

Yun Yi shook his head:

"There's no need to worry about that."

"I'm not in a rush to come back."

Old Jiang was taken aback:

"You say you're not in a hurry? Which reincarnator doesn't want to go back sooner?"

Yun Yi picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put the cup down, the bottom of the cup making a soft tapping sound on the stone table.

"I'm not quite the same as them."

"Besides, this world has my father, my mother, and you, Master."

"What's the rush?"

Old Jiang paused for a moment, then slammed the wine jar onto the table.

"OK."

"You've got a conscience, kid. I didn't misjudge you."

He stood up, brushed the ginkgo leaves off his clothes, and said, "I'll talk to Ying."

"If you want to kill those who are reincarnated, then kill them all."

"With me guarding Xianyang, they can't turn the world upside down."

Yun Yi also stood up and nodded.

He came here specifically to get this "pass".

The actions of the reincarnators will only become more and more significant, and his actions will not be small either. Inevitably, he will alarm his master and the others—and he does not want to confront his master.

Before leaving, he turned back and added:

"Master, if you can't hold on, come to me."

"My current strength is still somewhat formidable."

Old Jiang stood under the ginkgo tree, shook his wine jar, and glared at it, saying:

"Get out! Do I need your help?"

"I'll kill as many of those weak reincarnators as they come, no matter how many there are."

Yun Yi shook his head helplessly.

Then he vanished into thin air right in front of Old Jiang.

Looking at the empty courtyard, Old Jiang couldn't help but gasp.

"Holy crap... this disciple's strength has increased way too fast?"

"In a few years, will they even be able to beat this old man?"

He muttered to himself as he stood up and walked towards Xianyang Palace—he had promised his disciple, so he had to go and tell that brat Ying Ji.

……

Yun Yi returned to Luozhou City three days later.

He didn't return to the Yun residence, but went straight to the tea shop outside the city.

Pushing open the door, I saw Shen Qingqing sitting in the courtyard drinking tea.

There were two cups in front of him, one in his hand and the other filled and placed opposite him, as if he was waiting for someone.

"Did you know I was coming?"

"Just a guess."

Shen Qingqing pushed the cup of tea opposite her forward, "You've been in seclusion for so long, the first thing you'll do when you come out is definitely to ask me about the Void Realm Tower."

"Is the key working?"

Yun Yi sat down opposite her, took out the light gray crystal from his sleeve, and placed it on the table.

"I haven't used it yet."

"I came to ask you about your evasive tactics. May I take a look?"

"Just out of curiosity—building a tower in the void interlayer is no simple feat."

Shen Qingqing looked at him for a while, then stood up.

"Let's go."

She raised her hand and drew a door in the air.

The door frame was made of extremely fine silver-white filaments, and inside the door was a hazy, empty space.

The Void Tower is suspended in the space between the void and reality.

From the outside, it looks like just a gray, seven-story stone tower.

But the moment Yun Yi stepped into the tower, he clearly sensed the existence of seven layers of barriers—the isolation of spatial laws, the identification array of spiritual imprints, the life-sustaining barrier, and the long-range warning arrow imprints in the void…

Layer upon layer, like seven interlocking locks, completely detached the entire tower from the world's perception.

"It's not within the world," Yun Yi said, "so any tracking methods operating within the world's rules won't be able to find this place."

"right."

Shen Qingqing leaned against the tower wall, her tone tinged with a hint of smugness, "But there's a price to pay—without the input of world energy, this tower won't last long."

"We've calculated that if six people consume the same amount of energy daily, it should last about ten years."

"If a battle occurs, the cost will be doubled."

"Moreover, the entry and exit points are the most vulnerable times. Each time the door is opened, it leaves a brief rift in the world's rules. Although it is very hidden, if someone specifically watches the location where the rift appears, theoretically they can trace it back to the tower's coordinates."

"You've divided the entry nodes into nine."

"You figured it out."

Shen Qingqing smiled and said, "Xiao Yanzhi set up traction arrays at nine different spatial coordinates, and the nodes for entering and exiting are randomly switched each time."

"Even if someone targets one of the nodes, the next time the door opens, it won't be in the same spot."

Yunyi walked around the tower, carefully examining the structure of each layer of barriers, before returning to the first layer.

Shen Qingqing leaned against the doorway, waiting for him, her eyes filled with undisguised anticipation—this sanctuary she had poured ten years of her heart and soul into was finally being seen in its entirety by a second person.

"How is it?"

"very good."

Yun Yi said, "If I were a reincarnator, I would do everything I could to find you."

"But if you're hiding here, I won't be able to find you."

Shen Qingqing finally smiled.

"That's good."

Yun Yi didn't stay in the Void Tower for long.

He memorized the layout and structure of each layer of the fortifications, then took his leave.

Before leaving, I asked:

"How much longer can your tower hold out?"

"Four to five years should be no problem."

"If we reduce the number of people going in and out, we can stay longer."

Shen Qingqing leaned against the doorway and answered, then asked him where he planned to go next.

Yun Yi said he would return to Luozhou City and continue being the carefree, wealthy young master he always was.

Shen Qingqing believed it.

Yun Yi did indeed return to Luozhou City.

He did indeed spend his days reading and drinking tea in his study, occasionally accompanying Qin to the temple to offer incense, and sometimes helping Yun Wantong look through the account books.

To everyone else, his life seemed like that of a wealthy young master enjoying a peaceful and carefree existence.

That's exactly how he lived.

Having learned from his experience in the previous world, he wasn't in a real hurry this time.

Compared to the fighting and killing outside, he would rather live a quiet life as a rich young master.