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

East China Sea, unnamed reefs.

The figure stood atop the reef, its white robes fluttering in the salty sea breeze like a flag.

Another deep sword mark appeared on the rock beneath his feet—it had just been left.

Dozens of feet below the reef, on the sea surface, floated the corpse of a reincarnator, with a fist-sized hole in its chest, the edges of which were as smooth as a mirror.

In the past few months, he has hunted down countless reincarnators of the East China Sea Alliance.

But efficiency is decreasing.

The remaining group of people are no longer ordinary people who could be easily torn apart by him and have their cultivation techniques taken away—everyone who has survived to this day has a trump card to protect their lives.

On the sea, the East China Sea Alliance fleet formation suddenly changed.

The fleet, which had originally spread out in a fan shape with the sea god at its center, began to shrink. The reincarnators no longer fought individually, but rearranged themselves into a specific formation.

The person standing at the very front formed a hand seal, and a curtain of water rose from the sea beneath their feet.

Images of another naval battle appeared on the water screen—images captured by scouts of the East China Sea Alliance using a photographic stone on the main force's eastern front against the Qin Dynasty:

The Celestial Court's legion was boarding the ship, while the Miao Jiang Gu Insect Legion was carrying pottery jars sealed with beeswax to the bottom of the ship's hold. Behind the fleet, a colossal statue of yellow sand, hundreds of feet tall, was reinforcing the ship's hull with yellow sand.

"They're about to launch a final offensive."

A female reincarnator covered in scales stood beside the water curtain, her brows furrowed. "The main force on the eastern front has already set off; they're going to fight us to the death."

"What's the point of them working so hard?"

Another voice came from the left side of the fleet, tinged with disdain, "The native strength of this world is just so-so. Apart from a few outrageous ones, the rest are just chickens and dogs."

"If it weren't for that Level 1 Authority user, we would have already reached the gates of Xianyang."

"Is this guy crazy? He's ignoring the chosen one and coming to oppose us instead."

"Is he really that confident that the chosen one will win once he grows up?"

"I really don't know how someone like this could become a Level 1 Authority user."

Ji Canghai emerged from the depths of the trench where the sea god resided.

Bare-chested, with seaweed wrapped around her arms and kelp hanging from her hair.

The sea god swam slowly beneath his feet, and countless soul locks had been stacked at his seven-inch mark.

His image was reflected in the sea god's vertical pupils—it was no longer a predator-prey relationship, but a near-symbiotic one.

He listened to the discussions of the reincarnators, a faint smile playing on his lips, but did not participate.

He didn't care whether he killed the chosen one or not, nor did he care about the outcome of the war.

He organized the Reincarnators' Alliance for one purpose only—

They killed the Level 1 privilege holder.

He doesn't care about a million points.

What he really wants is level one access.

As a veteran who has gone through more than a hundred cycles, he began to lose his sense of self from some point onwards.

I've been stuck in the ninth level of reincarnation for far too long, so long that it feels like a dream I can't wake up from.

His real strength kept increasing through points, but the real world only lasted for one month—he bought delay cards almost every time, just to stay a little longer.

At the end of each cycle of reincarnation, he faces the same choice.

Level 1 access—the goal he had strived for countless times, yet which only grew increasingly hopeless.

In his Hall of Reincarnation, he hoped to gain promotion with 90% support, and he worked hard for it for a long time.

But the support they had just accumulated was reduced by more than half in the next cycle—a new cycle of participants had arrived.

Who can understand this kind of despair?

But this time, the opportunity has come.

This Level 1 user gave him hope.

He was overjoyed, especially by the other party's reckless, unpretentious, and confrontational style of action.

He acknowledged that his opponent's strength was so great that it was unbeatable.

But no solution doesn't mean it can't be resolved—especially when you've offended everyone, in which case the problem will be magnified infinitely.

Ji Canghai stepped out from the gaze of a group of sailors and stood on the highest deck at the bow of the ship.

The reincarnators below all looked up.

He untied the seaweed from his arm and threw it into the sea, then stretched his shoulders, his joints making a series of crisp cracking sounds.

"You keep asking me why we don't call the Sea God back to wipe out that man in white who killed so many of us."

"At that time, I told you that the Sea God was to be used to contain the main force of the Qin Dynasty."

"Now that the main force of the Qin Dynasty has not yet reached Penglai Island, the Sea God can free up his forces."

"It's time to deal with him."

He looked down at the eighteen faces below, each with a different expression, and his smile deepened.

"Lure the man in white out."

"Use the sea god to unleash a tsunami and flood the south."

"There are nineteen towns and seventy-six villages outside the city, with a total population of no less than ten million—the Qin garrison cannot be mobilized in time."

"He will definitely come to stop him."

The fleet remained silent for a full moment.

Then the female reincarnator covered in scales was the first to speak:

"Flood the south? Are you crazy?"

"While most of the natives in this world are incredibly weak, there are always a few who are ridiculously strong."

"What you're doing might not only lure out those locals, but such a large-scale operation could easily alert that old monster in Xianyang. We'd be in deep trouble then!"

A reincarnator wrapped in a black robe next to him also frowned:

"Flooding the south or spiritual energy nodes is one thing, but what good would flooding mortals do us?"

"Although killing 90% of the world's population would allow us to return, shouldn't that be something we do after we've fully matured? What's the point of acting so early? It's just a waste of energy."

Ji Canghai offered no explanation.

He knew, of course, that drowning civilians would not bring him any direct benefit—what he would lose was his secrecy, and the Immortal Dynasty and the local strongmen would only fight even harder.

But he knew even more that the Level 1 Authority user would definitely go to stop the tsunami.

It wasn't because he had any evidence, but because the route this man in white took each time revealed one fact:

While hunting reincarnators, he also intervened more than once to prevent sea monsters from setting foot in the coastal villages;

They burned transport ships carrying abducted civilians more than once, but moved ordinary people to safe beaches in advance, leaving empty ships for them to escape.

Would a reincarnator do this?

Those who only seek to maximize their own interests will never expend effort to protect ordinary people who are like ants.

This person is either mentally ill, or—not a reincarnator at all.

He only thought about the second idea briefly.

After all, someone so extraordinary must be a Level 1 Authority user to be considered the true chosen one in this world.

After eliminating all the impossibilities, only one possibility remains:

This level-one user is mentally ill.

But only in this way can he see hope.

"Just do as instructed."

Ji Canghai offered no explanation, nor did he need one.

He turned around, facing south, and pointed.

The sea god let out a deep hiss at his feet, and his thousand-foot-long serpentine tail lashed out from the depths of the trench, creating a giant wave that stretched for hundreds of miles across the sea—a harbinger of a tsunami.

The three-headed sea monster swam around the serpent's tail, emitting a deep resonance.