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

So he wasn't too worried.

But now he has to call upon his true form.

It wasn't for myself.

He is the wish of all beings; as long as all beings exist, he will not die.

But resurrection takes time, and that time is enough for these millions of people to die.

He couldn't bear to watch, nor did he want to see this scene unfold.

He was born from the thoughts and desires of all beings, and from their wishes.

He is also willing to become the one who protects all living beings.

He gazed at the scattered fishing lights along the southern coastline.

Those were the people of the three towns and nineteen villages along the coast—they didn't know him, didn't know the name of this man in white, they only knew that every time a tsunami came, there was always a golden light blocking the way.

They knelt on the beach, burning incense and kowtowing, placing the last bit of rice from their homes on the rocks as an offering, and shouting to the sky, "May the gods bless us."

He is not a god.

He is merely an avatar, an avatar formed from the faith of all living beings.

But it was the faith of these people that allowed him to exist, and it was the phrase they uttered every morning when they opened the wooden gate, "Things will get better," that gathered into the strength to wield his sword.

He can die.

Even if someone dies, as long as all living beings and faith remain, they can still be reunited—it just takes time.

But those behind them couldn't wait that long.

If he were to dissipate, a single strike from the Sea God could turn a thousand miles of coastline into a dead zone.

"My lord."

He called out again.

This sound didn't come from the throat, but resounded directly on the bridge of faith that spanned the void in the sea of ​​consciousness.

A wisp of extremely fine golden light emanated from the clone's mouth and sped away into the distance along the invisible bridge.

He didn't say he couldn't hold on any longer—the true master knew everything about him and didn't need to say anything.

What he sent back was an image: the fishing lights of three towns and nineteen villages along the coast, the last few tsunamis brewing on the sea, and the ginkgo forest that he had barely managed to hold up with his remaining power of law.

He also had no reservations.

He revealed all of this before the deity: when he began to hear the voices of all beings, when he began to respond to those prayers, when he began to regard himself in his heart as a "guardian" rather than a "tool," and the fleeting fear he felt when he learned from the memories of those in samsara that his existence should be cleansed.

It's not repentance, it's not begging for forgiveness.

It's just an explanation.

Like a traveler leaving their house key under the doormat, telling the owner – I've been here, and I'm leaving now.

……

The two words spoken by the clone were like a drop of water falling into the ocean amidst the raging torrent—insignificant.

Under the tsunami, this sound couldn't even stir up a ripple.

But at a time when many reincarnators were on edge, it struck like a thunderclap, shattering the silence of the entire sea.

On the deck of the fleet, the reincarnators froze the moment they heard those two words.

This was followed by disbelief, confusion, and fear.

Someone subconsciously took a half step back, letting out a very soft, dry sob.

The black-robed reincarnator next to him had bulging veins on his hand holding a magic weapon, and his knuckles were eerily white.

Everyone heard the clone's low, hoarse voice say, "The real one."

They didn't know what had happened.

But the two words "the real person" are enough.

This was enough to make these battle-hardened reincarnators simultaneously harbor a thought that none of them wanted to voice:

The Level 1 Authority user in front of us who had slaughtered half of the East China Sea Alliance was, from beginning to end, just an avatar.

And now, he is calling upon the true self.

Hey, bro.

A gaunt, tattooed reincarnator turned to his companion, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. "You heard it too, didn't you? He said 'beg for mercy,' right?"

The companion did not answer.

"Right? Right?"

He asked again and again, as if trying to suppress the fear surging in his heart with his voice.

His companion turned pale and could only manage a wry smile before nodding.

The other reincarnators, witnessing this scene, fell silent as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads.

They hadn't been unaware of this possibility—the ability to create clones; which reincarnator doesn't have two hands?

But the white-clad man's combat power was too outrageous, so outrageous that one could immediately assume that this must be his true form.

He single-handedly hunted down more than half of the reincarnators in the East China Sea Alliance.

A man stood guard before the sea god for a whole day and night.

One person cleaved through more than thirty tsunamis that even terrestrial immortals might not be able to withstand.

If such an existence is merely a clone—

What level is the original body?

Ji Canghai stood at the highest point of the bow of the ship. The sea breeze blew the messy hair on his forehead back, revealing a pair of eyes that were no longer smiling.

He was the first to come to his senses.

"Don't panic."

His voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out all the whispers, "How much time has passed since then? Has his true form arrived?"

He turned around, facing the various reincarnators on the deck, his tone as calm as if he were analyzing a math problem:

"This is the East China Sea, not the inland area of ​​the Qin Dynasty."

"Even if he really has a physical body, he might not be able to make it in time."

"If he were truly strong enough to crush all of us, he would have made his move long ago. Why waste so much time here with just a clone?"

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over each face.

"This is nothing more than the enemy deliberately spreading rumors to deceive us and undermine morale, knowing they are doomed."

The reincarnators looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ji Canghai's words were indeed reasonable—if the real person could really come, they would have come long ago.

But once that thought is planted, it can never be pulled out.

Even if the Level 1 Authority user in front of them was just bluffing, the fact that he uttered the words "this one" meant that they couldn't let go of their responsibilities on this battlefield.

That being could appear on this battlefield at any time, from any direction.

And they were still foolishly wasting their energy surrounding this clone.

Ji Canghai gave them no more time to think.

He raised his right hand.

The sea god resonated deeply beneath his feet, and a ghostly blue light surged from the depths of the trench, turning the entire sea into an eerie blue.

"Stop paying attention to that so-called 'real person'."

He said, "Let's deal with this clone first."

The thousand-foot-long serpentine tail lashed out from the depths of the trench—faster and more powerful than ever before. The tail slammed against the surface, and a beam of eerie blue, destructive light shot directly towards the clone kneeling on the reef.

Three sea monsters followed closely behind: a giant whale opened its massive jaws, filled with sharp teeth, and flanked from the left; a centipede serpent coiled from the right, its venomous stingers whistling sharply through the air; and the most bizarre deep-sea ichthyosaur burst from directly below, its domain power turning all the seawater within a radius of dozens of miles into a viscous acidic slurry.

Upon hearing this, the other reincarnators no longer hesitated and revealed their cards.

At the same moment, all twelve reincarnators revealed their trump cards—some threw out a spell they had been brewing for nearly ten years, some activated an antimatter bomb brought back from the technological world, and some directly transformed themselves into a spirit body made of pure curses, rushing towards their clones, ready to exchange their lives for one another.

The clone knelt on the reef.

The tattered golden body no longer had the strength to stand up.

He raised his head, his pale golden pupils reflecting the overwhelming attack.

There was no fear.

There was only a very faint sigh.

"Ugh."

Then his eyes changed.