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

光弧

The arc of light was very thin, as thin as a taut thread.

But the silk thread extends outwards from both ends, reaching the horizon to the left and the horizon to the right, dividing the entire East China Sea in two.

To the north are the fleets of the Sea God and the East China Sea Alliance, and to the south are the three coastal towns.

The smile on Ji Canghai's lips never faded.

He wasn't afraid of the other sea creatures charging at him—because the other sea monsters never stopped unleashing tsunamis.

After creating enough distance, the sea god unleashed a tsunami.

This time it's much larger in scale than before.

Use a clone to block.

He didn't care whether the tsunami could drown ordinary people—what did it matter to him whether ordinary people died or not?

He only cared whether the Level 1 authority user would try to stop him.

As long as he blocks, his strength will be depleted; once his strength is depleted, I will have a chance to kill him.

Poseidon's tail slammed down.

The first tsunami exploded where his tail landed.

The three-hundred-foot-high water wall pushed southward in a fan shape, its top swirling with white foam and its bottom a bottomless dark blue—like a living, moving wall formed from the entire sea.

The clone raised its right hand and pointed it as a sword.

A fingertip traced a minimalist arc in the air, from which golden sword light burst forth, growing longer in the wind: three feet, ten feet, a hundred feet, a thousand feet.

One sword.

The tsunami was split in two, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

The split water wall collapsed to both sides, crashing into the sea and creating secondary waves tens of feet high, but the destructive impact had been severed at its root by the sword intent.

When the reincarnators saw the golden sword light, some of their hands trembled involuntarily.

Ji Canghai's voice came from the front of the fleet, as calm as if he were explaining a game of chess:

"Don't panic."

"Although he is terrifyingly powerful, he is a fool."

"As long as the tsunami continues, he won't have time to come over."

The other reincarnators finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A second tsunami followed closely behind.

The sea god slapped his serpent tail three times, and three hundred-foot-high walls of water rushed southward simultaneously at different angles, speeds, and curvatures.

This is not a simple repetition—the propulsion trajectories of the three water walls intersect on the sea surface, forming a complex wave interference zone.

In this area, the water flow is chaotic, the pressure is chaotic, and even the space itself is distorted by the enormous water pressure, creating visible folds.

Ordinary martial artists would be torn apart by this turbulent current, let alone split it open.

The clone went inside.

He did not wield his sword, but instead spread the power of the laws into a golden net.

The mesh size is just right to allow seawater to pass through, yet it can deflect the destructive kinetic energy contained within.

As the three tsunamis passed through the golden net, they were broken into countless tiny waves that crashed against him, against the rocks, and against the deserted fishing village pier—the force was no different from the broken waves that wash over the beach at high tide.

But the price for that golden net was that the aura of law on the clone's right arm dimmed by half.

The third tsunami didn't come.

People have arrived.

Five reincarnators emerged from the sea mist, each unleashing their unique supernatural powers upon their clone.

They are the five strongest reincarnators in the East China Sea Alliance, excluding Ji Canghai.

Upon discovering that this Level 1 administrator was mentally unstable, they had already secretly made a decision:

They launched an attack without notifying the alliance leader.

For no other reason than to gain a higher level of access with a million points.

This temptation is even more alluring than destiny itself.

A female reincarnator covered in scales formed hand seals, and dozens of water spears exploded on the sea surface, their tips glowing with a ghostly green poisonous light.

A reincarnator draped in a black robe made a fist with his right hand, and the space above his clone's head suddenly collapsed, forming a black hole the size of a fist at the center of the collapse, with its edges torn into jagged shapes.

A one-eyed, burly man leaped from the fleet deck, his body expanding three times its normal size in mid-air, his skin covered with dense, blood-red patterns—he had achieved physical sainthood, his three systems superimposed, following the same path as Helian Rong, and even surpassing him in pure strength.

The clones didn't look at them.

His gaze passed over the five reincarnators and landed on Ji Canghai in the center of the fleet.

Ji Canghai frowned slightly at this moment, but he didn't care too much—it was just what he wanted for someone to go ahead and wear him down.

The clone knew that Ji Canghai was wearing him down.

He also knew that with his current strength, the consumption far exceeded the replenishment.

But he did not back down.

It's not that I can't withdraw, it's that I don't want to.

He is an avatar formed from the wishes of all living beings.

From the moment he was born, the gratitude, awe, and trust of the people who practiced the "Divine Body Refinement Technique" flowed continuously into his body through the bridge of faith.

He could hear those voices—not a specific sentence, but a sense of gratitude that permeated the hearts of all practitioners for the person who created this cultivation method.

These sounds were so soft, as soft as spring rain falling on tiles, but little by little they accumulated into a silent river.

He is the end of this river, and also its guardian.

He could ignore the mockery of the reincarnators, ignore Ji Canghai's scheming, ignore the consumption of his energy and the damage to his body.

But he could not ignore those voices—those who hoped that crops could be planted tomorrow, that children could grow up safely, and that the war would end soon.

He moved.

The fact that his right arm's power was half-damaged did not affect his speed—his speed was never achieved through his physical body.

The white-clad figure weaved and maneuvered amidst the attacks of five reincarnators, his golden trails tracing eerie arcs in the darkness, each turn precisely landing in the blind spots of the encirclement.

The female reincarnator's water spear grazed the hem of his clothes, the black-robed reincarnator's space collapsed three feet behind him and missed, the one-eyed strongman's fist slammed into the spot where he had just stood a moment before—that space was directly shattered, revealing the void turbulence behind it.

The clone slipped under the burly man's armpit and pointed a finger at the back of his head with his right hand.

The golden threads of the power of law drilled into the strong man's sea of ​​consciousness through his fingertips. The strong man's body stiffened, the blood-red patterns extinguished at a visible speed, and he fell from mid-air, crashing into the sea and splashing up a water column several meters high.

One sword strike kills.

The remaining four reincarnators' expressions changed drastically, and they retreated simultaneously.

But the clones are faster than them.

His figure weaved between the four people, each pause accompanied by a precise piercing of the power of law—between the eyebrows, the dantian, and the heart.

Three breaths later, five corpses were floating on the sea.

The clone stood surrounded by corpses, with only a few drops of blood splattered on its white robes, and its consumption of the power of law was not significant.

Then he saw the fourth tsunami.

It was higher than the previous three combined, and higher than the island he stood on.

Before the water wall arrived, the water pressure came first, and the entire reef trembled, with cracks spreading from the top of the reef to the base.

The hurricane that rose from the sea blew his long hair and clothes backward, revealing his tightly pursed lips and his still calm, pale golden eyes.