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

The pale golden halo deep within his pupils suddenly collapsed inward, like a miniature sun collapsing into a black hole.

That was the luster of the law itself—the afterglow of the rules that emanated when Yun Yi forcibly took over the terminal of the Bridge of Faith with his own Dao Realm.

The remains of the clone rose from the reef.

The will of the original being descends.

Golden flames erupted from the crack in the clone's mouth, keeping the dark blue beam of light, the giant whale's sharp teeth, the centipede's venomous stinger, and the deep-sea ichthyosaur's acidic domain all at least three feet away.

The flame is neither scorching nor violent; it simply burns quietly.

But all attacks that come into contact with it melt away silently—like ice and snow evaporating instantly under the blazing sun.

On the fleet deck, the movements of the twelve reincarnators froze simultaneously.

What chilled them even more were the clone's eyes—the weariness and calmness were gone, and even the pale golden pupils had disappeared.

Instead, there are eyes that are deeper than the abyss and farther than the starry sky.

In those eyes, there was only an extreme, all-encompassing coldness.

"This isn't the same person from before."

A reincarnator's voice trembled, "This isn't a clone—this is the real body!"

"He... really is just an avatar."

No one refuted.

Because everyone sensed it—the aura emanating from the golden figure standing on the reef was completely different from that of the white-clad man from before.

The clone is like a drawn sword, sharp, bright, and unstoppable.

But a sword is a sword; it has sharpness, but it also has its limits.

But what stands there now is not a sword, but a god.

Like a god overlooking all things in the world.

Yun Yi stood on the reef—or rather, his will stood within the broken shell of his clone.

He glanced down at the body: the right arm was severed at the elbow, the left arm was covered in cracks, the crack in the chest that ran from the collarbone to the ribs was so deep that the bone was visible, and the skeletal structure of the legs had mostly disintegrated.

This body was so badly broken that it was unrecognizable.

After reviewing the documents, Yun Yi frowned slightly.

He looked up at the twelve reincarnators in front of him.

The mere glance was enough to send shivers down the spines of all twelve reincarnators.

All twelve people took a step back.

His eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and uncertainty.

They wanted to run, but their instincts told them: if they walked, they would die.

Yun Yi tilted his head.

It wasn't that he had impure thoughts—it was just that the body of his clone was really not doing well; the neck was a bit difficult to reconnect.

But to other reincarnators, this action only evoked greater terror.

Some people even regretted it.

Why are they in such a hurry?

Why not continue to develop peacefully and hide?

Even if Ji Canghai finds their true forms, he might not be able to kill them.

But this can really kill people.

They really regretted it—why didn't they just stay quietly on the island?

Why come here?

Some people wanted to beg for mercy.

But it was too late.

Because Yun Yi spoke up.

"Time is not permitted to circulate here."

The moment the words left his mouth, all sound on the sea vanished.

The surrounding area was "frozen"—time stopped flowing, and space stopped expanding.

From Penglai Island to the South Beach, the entire world was frozen in that instant by a force that transcended the laws of nature.

The giant whale's gaping maw froze in mid-air, the centipede's tentacles were stuck in their attack trajectory, and the deep-sea ichthyosaur's acidic domain continued to expand, but could no longer advance even an inch.

The twelve reincarnators remained in their respective poses as they released their trump cards: some formed hand seals, some crushed talismans, and some transformed into spirits and leaped into the air.

It seems like so much has happened, but in reality, less than a second has passed.

At this moment, the reincarnated being's consciousness is still functioning, but his body cannot move, his dantian cannot move, and his primordial spirit cannot move.

This is not any known law.

This is the divine power of Heaven and Earth, the decree of Heaven and Earth—one's words carry the mandate of Heaven, and the law follows one's words.

In the name of the true God, a decree is issued to a region of heaven and earth, and heaven and earth must obey.

This was also the first divine power of heaven and earth that Yun Yi had condensed.

He gave his current state of being a name: no longer adding the word "human," but simply "true god."

Many reincarnators experience a complete mental blank the moment they discover they have been frozen in time.

At their level, they have all basically heard of the concept of "Level 1 Authority Personnel".

All I know is that achieving this is very difficult, almost impossible.

But they didn't expect it to be this outrageous.

Ji Canghai was deeply shaken—especially when his own time was frozen by the other party's words, and he was unable to use any means to achieve his goal, and could only wait to be slaughtered like a fish on a chopping board, the fear reached its peak.

He had always dreamed of being a Level 1 user.

He had considered that a Level 1 user would be very strong, but he hadn't imagined they would be this strong.

How could something of this caliber possibly be killed?

What's wrong with Paradise that made them send people to kill such beings?

Yun Yi looked at these reincarnators whose time had been stopped.

Although they had no expression on their faces, he could clearly feel the fear and despair in their eyes.

He spoke.

"Didn't you want to kill me?"

"I've come, but why am I greeted with despair?"

The moment he spoke, time within a radius of ten thousand miles resumed its flow.

The moment their time returned to normal, the twelve reincarnators unhesitatingly used every means at their disposal to flee for their lives.

Some individuals even took out their return crystals.

Even if their intuition told them that using it would lead to death, they couldn't care less—not using it meant certain death, while using it offered hope.

Seeing this, Yun Yi shook his head.

Faced with an absolute disparity, any action is futile.

What they saw as actions reaching their limit, he saw as no different from actions slowed down a hundred times.

So he spoke again.

The voice was not loud, yet it sounded like heaven and earth themselves issuing a judgment:

"In the name of God, I sentence you to death!"