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

The 27th tsunami

The clone's left leg had completely lost its luster from the knee down, and was covered with cracks. With each step, golden fragments peeled off from the ankle, like an old flag that was about to fall apart.

He limped to the front of the tsunami and took the blow with his right shoulder.

The cracks on my arms had deepened even further.

Ji Canghai gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Before the second wave had even subsided, the third, fourth, and fifth waves had already burst open one after another beneath the tail of the sea god—each one higher than the last, their landing points precisely bypassing all diversionary waters, heading straight for the three most densely populated towns along the coast.

This is an open conspiracy, a blatant and blatant one.

The clone is forced to make a choice—which path to block, and which two to let through.

The clone was not selected.

He used the remaining power of the laws to simultaneously lay down more than a dozen golden nets.

The strongest ones blocked the most deadly tsunami head-on, while the rest were layered and positioned in the paths of the other two tsunamis, cutting them down one by one.

He charged directly towards the other path, using his remaining left hand to draw out the newly formed sword of law and slash down.

With a single strike, the tiger's mouth of his right hand cracked open by an inch, and golden fragments fell like autumn leaves.

Behind them, the golden net absorbed most of the impact, but the aftershocks still crashed onto the shore.

Several small fishing villages in the lower reaches were flooded, with planks, clothing, and uprooted broken trees floating on the water.

The clone hovered over the flooded fishing village for a full moment.

He looked down at the floating planks and clothes, at the dead fish and seaweed washed ashore, and at the crowd kneeling in the mud and crying on the distant hillside.

For the first time, an expression that did not belong to a soldier appeared on his face—a kind of fragile, bewildered sorrow.

He really wanted to save them all.

But that wasn't enough for him.

The thirty-first tsunami.

The clone couldn't remember how many waves it had cleaved through, how many reincarnator clones it had killed, or how many sneak attacks it had endured from all directions.

All he knew was that the power of the laws within his body was so thin it was like a string on a musical instrument that could snap at any moment.

Drawing the sword of law became instinctive—every crack in his arm, from shoulder to fingertips, screamed, and with each swing, large chunks of golden shards broke off from the cracks.

Those reincarnators have become shrewd.

They stopped their siege and instead continued to unleash tsunamis—hundreds of feet high, three hundred feet high, one after another, like an endless tide.

He could only fly over again and again, cleave through, and then be left far behind by the next one, only to be cleaved by the next one.

The mockery continued.

The reincarnators stood on the fleet deck, criticizing him in various ways for being insignificant, pedantic, and soft-hearted, making such basic mistakes despite having reincarnated through so many worlds.

The more he talked, the more outrageous and absurd it became, and then he burst into laughter.

The clone's ears clearly caught every word.

But what echoed in his mind was another voice—the little girl at the fishing village dock, clutching her cotton-padded coat soaked by the sea, turning back to look at him.

Those eyes were sparkling, as if they were saying thank you.

Another tsunami.

When the clone cleaved it, the sword hilt slipped from its palm.

The entire sword of law flew out of his hand, shattering into a few faint golden wisps in mid-air, which were torn away by the sea breeze before they even hit the sea surface.

He looked down at his empty palms and remained silent for a moment.

Then clench your fist.

Smash your fist against the crest of the next wave.

The moment the flesh and blood collided with the water wall, a large section of the water wall shattered, but his right hand also lost the last bit of its power of law.

The cracks spread from the back of his hand all the way to his shoulder, and golden fragments flew out of the cracks like a swarm of startled fireflies.

Ji Canghai stood at the highest point of the bow, taking in the entire scene.

The time he's been waiting for is almost here.

He raised his arm, preparing for the sea god to launch an even more ferocious attack.

In that instant, the clone used its remaining strength to leave a straight golden line on the sea, and its whole body turned into a blur as it swept across the sea surface. Its right hand formed a claw and went straight for Ji Canghai's face.

This strike lacked sword intent, the support of laws, and wasn't even worthy of being called fist force.

He simply squeezed out the last bit of power, compressing all his will since birth into this one strike—not to kill Ji Canghai, but to send him a signal.

Ji Canghai turned to the side.

With great difficulty, she stepped half a step to the side, her five fingers brushing against his cheek, leaving five very thin streaks of blood.

He wasn't alarmed; instead, he gave a faint smile.

At the very instant the clone's five fingers brushed against his cheek, the entire East China Sea, spanning thousands of miles, exploded simultaneously—the sea god, sea beasts, and the entire fleet, at the same moment, from different heights and angles, spewed out massive waves of water, launching a counterattack.

The remaining power of the clone was only enough to dodge the first wave.

He barely managed to stay upright as he brushed against the edge of the tsunami.

Then the second wave arrived.

The third wave.

The fourth wave.

He knelt on one knee on the rock that was so badly shattered that it was unrecognizable.

The white robes had long since been torn into strips, hanging on the remaining outline of the body of law.

The crack on the chest spread from the central gray mark to the entire chest, the lines on the back extended from the shoulder blades to the lumbar spine, and the structure of the legs had largely collapsed, with cracks extending all the way to the ankles.

The aura of law that once swept across his body, cutting through waves and slaying enemies, was now reduced to just a few wisps of golden light clinging to the bones of his right hand, as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

But he still held his head up.

Those pale golden pupils remained unwavering.

Ji Canghai stepped down from the bow of the ship and walked to the edge of the warship closest to his clone.

He did not make a move.

Is it worth it?

He asked, "For these ants?"

The clone did not answer.

His lips moved slightly, as if he were speaking to someone very, very far away.

"My lord."

The moment those two words left his mouth, he knew he had been exposed.

This reveals that he has long since detached himself from his original form and developed his own unique thoughts.

He didn't know when it started.

Perhaps it was when I first heard the wishes, thoughts, and ideas of all beings—I didn't pay attention at first, but gradually I was influenced by them.

After listening to it a lot, I started to think about it.

What am I?

He didn't know.

But they respond occasionally.

Then the person on the other end will be shocked, delighted, and will pour out their thoughts and feelings.

He enjoyed that feeling.

But as he killed more and more reincarnators, he came to understand what he really was from their memories.

Therefore, he is also the one who most wants to kill reincarnators.

It was from those memories that he understood his situation—a clone that was beginning to detach from his original self.

In the memories of those who reincarnate, such beings are bound to be erased.

He was afraid, confused, and at a loss.

But later I put those distracting thoughts aside.

Because he saw in those memories that only rebellion could lead to annihilation.

And he will never betray his true self.