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

at the same time.

The clone stood on an unnamed reef in the East China Sea, his white clothes fluttering like a flag in the sea breeze.

A deep crack appeared in the rock beneath my feet, the aftershock of that sword strike—not to kill a person, but to cleave the waves.

An hour ago, the giant whale, one of the three sea monsters of the East Sea Alliance, stirred up a hundred-foot-high wave, attempting to submerge the three towns along the coast.

With a single sword strike, the clone cleaved the giant wave in two, the aftershocks of the sword energy carving a white trench several miles long into the sea. The seawater on both sides was solidified by the power of the laws into two vertical walls of water that lingered for a long time.

The sea monsters retreated.

This was the first time that the giant whale, which had lived in the East China Sea for thousands of years, had encountered such a terrifying being.

It dived back into the deep sea with the wound on its back caused by the power of the law, and the blood that seeped out dyed the sea surface for miles around dark blue.

The clone did not give chase.

His target was never sea monsters, but reincarnated beings.

He turned around, his white robes drawing a crisp arc on the rocks.

All that remained on the rocks were the white foam shattered by the waves and the wet marks left by his footsteps.

In the first year of the Immortal Dynasty calendar, the East Sea Alliance officially declared war on the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty.

With the Sea God as the vanguard and three sea beasts on the flanks, the beast-taming boy Ji Canghai led an elite legion of thirty-two reincarnators, departing from Penglai Island in the East Sea and advancing westward along the east coastline.

Wherever the sea god passed, towering waves surged across thousands of miles of sea, the entire East China Sea fleet was wiped out, and twelve important coastal towns were swallowed up by the tsunami overnight.

The eastern defense line of the Great Qin Dynasty suffered repeated defeats.

The aura of fortune was torn open in countless places by the sea god's dark blue domain. People from the three coastal states fled westward with their families, and the official roads were crowded with refugees, their cries shaking the heavens.

The clone did not participate in any large-scale engagements on the main battlefield.

He only roams the periphery—hunting down a reincarnator who has strayed from the main force today, wounding a lone sea monster tomorrow, and burning a transport ship full of supplies the day after.

Every strike is precise and deadly; he strikes and leaves immediately, never lingering in battle.

When hunting reincarnators, no one can withstand more than ten moves from him.

After a few rounds, he forcibly tore open the other party's sea of ​​consciousness and took out the cultivation technique.

The reincarnators of the East China Sea Alliance began to panic.

They couldn't understand why, even at this point, the Level 1 Authority user was still killing them.

The real target is destiny. Destiny is right there, so why kill your own people?

No one knows the answer, and no one dares to ask.

Fear, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, silently seeped into the East China Sea Alliance.

The reincarnators no longer dared to act alone or leave the main group; even nighttime activities had to be done in groups of at least seven.

But the clone can always find a loophole—a corner on the deck of a warship where supplies are piled up, or a faint white shadow in the murky currents stirred up by the retreating sea monsters.

He is everywhere, yet nowhere.

The East China Sea Alliance's progress has been slowed down by at least 40% by one person.

……

Just as the East China Sea Alliance slowed its offensive, deep in the endless desert...

An eighteen-year-old boy, dressed in a faded black robe, sat beneath the ruins of an ancient city half-buried by quicksand in the heart of the desert.

Inside the underground palace, a black Buddha statue, hundreds of feet tall, stood silently—the Demon Buddha.

Eighteen fist-sized, pale golden relics slowly rotated around the Buddha statue, locking the demon Buddha within.

Each relic is covered with cracks, from which wisps of black energy seep out.

It's only a matter of time before the Demon Buddha breaks free of his seal.

The boy spent a long time peeling the eighteen relics off the Buddha statue one by one.

With each peeled away, a crack appeared in the Buddha statue.

After an unknown amount of time, the last relic fell to the ground.

The eighteen relics simultaneously lost their golden light and turned into dusty stone beads that rolled to the ground.

The Buddha statue began to crack from the top of its head.

The crack spread along the brow, bridge of the nose, jaw, and chest, stopping at the heart.

The last of the eighteen golden Buddhas, on his deathbed, used his last bit of life force to transform his heart into an eternal golden mark, which was embedded in the heart of the demon Buddha—the final seal left by the eighteen golden Buddhas in this world.

The young man easily erased the mark and planted his divine consciousness into the heart of the demon Buddha.

The Demon Buddha opened his eyes.

Those were eyes without pupils or whites, completely black, darker than the deepest darkness in the underground palace.

The Demon Buddha slowly rose to his feet.

Its towering black body was covered with twisted Sanskrit characters on every inch of its skin.

The boy sat cross-legged on the Demon Buddha's shoulder, his black robes fluttering in the surging air currents.

Eighteen years ago, he was found by a beggar in a mass grave.

Two years ago, he disguised himself as a Level 1 Authority user to hunt down Reincarnators, intending to lure out the real Level 1 Authority user.

He succeeded, but his opponent was far stronger than he had imagined.

So he disappeared without a trace and went to the endless desert.

He learned a shocking piece of news from some of the locals: this world had also been invaded by extraterrestrial demons.

Those extraterrestrial demons, like them, are reincarnators.

The natives fought against those reincarnators for over a hundred years—which shows that the world gave those reincarnators enough time to develop.

But those reincarnators ultimately failed.

The boy was unsure of the group's strength, but given their ability to bring down a large world to this state, they couldn't be too weak.

He came here after learning that relics of the previous reincarnator remained here.

The result was even better than he had expected.

The moment the Demon Buddha rose, the entire earth veins of the endless desert trembled.

A black body, hundreds of feet tall, rose from the depths of the underground palace, its head smashing through the dome. Shattered rocks fell from dozens of feet high, only to be pulverized by the invisible force field before they even touched the Demon Buddha's body.

Fragments of the Buddha statue rained down on the ruins of the ancient city, raising clouds of dust.

The gray-robed youth stood on the Demon Buddha's shoulder, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He did not fully control the Demon Buddha—the ultimate weapon forged by the previous generation of reincarnators using all the resources of the world. Its consciousness contained the killing and resentment of an entire era, which he could not easily control now.

But he doesn't need to control it.

They reached a cooperation agreement: he would help the Demon Buddha completely break free from the remaining seal of the Eighteen Golden Buddhas, and the Demon Buddha would help him kill the people he wanted to kill.

Each gets what they need, and no one owes anyone anything.

The Demon Buddha's dark eyes gazed eastward.

There lies what all the malevolent energy it had accumulated over a thousand years of sealing away yearned for: the breath of the living, the fortune of the celestial dynasty, and the person who had once almost completely annihilated it.

"Ying Ji".

The Demon Buddha's lips did not move.

The sound, however, was like millions of people chanting scriptures at the same time, vibrating out from the depths of their chests and rolling and spreading across the endless desert.

The sand grains on the surface of the dunes vibrated and trembled from the sound waves, and in the distance, a cliff face that had been eroded by wind and sand for thousands of years collapsed with a roar.

The gray-robed youth glanced down at it:

"What's the rush? There's still one problem to solve."

On the edge of the ancient city ruins, an old man holding a lamp emerged from the depths of the tunnel.

He carried the luminous pearl lantern in his hand, followed by the old monk and twelve ascetic monks.

Compared to the last time Fang Zhe and Bai Lu were intercepted in the ancient city, today there were no sand bandits, sand tribe priests, or corpse refiners—those people were dismissed by the old man holding the lamp after learning that the Demon Buddha had broken the seal.

It's not that I'm afraid of dying, it's that it's unnecessary.

Faced with an existence of the level of the Demon Buddha, any number of warriors in the desert who rely on scimitars and sandstorms would be sent to their deaths.

Perhaps we should leave some seeds.