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

Ji Canghai stood barefoot on the head of the sea god, the cold scales digging into his feet.

The sea breeze blew his messy hair back.

Blood was still seeping from his seven orifices, and his limbs were twisted beyond recognition—but he couldn't care less.

He could feel his life force draining away at an irreversible rate, and his internal organs were being shattered by the aftershocks of that decree from heaven and earth.

At most, after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he will no longer be alive.

He was unwilling to accept it.

He gave up so much.

They even abandoned their bottom line as "human beings"—and all they got in return was a dismissive "not bad tactics."

Why should I?!

He spat his last drop of blood onto the soul lock located at the seventh inch of the sea god's body.

The Soul Lock absorbed the essence blood, and its dark blue light intensified—increasing from nineteen to twenty-two, and then from twenty-two to twenty-four.

He condensed the last three soul locks in one breath as he was on the verge of death.

Twenty-five soul locks firmly bound the Sea God's vital point, completely binding his life soul to the Sea God.

Ji Canghai formed the final soul seal with both hands.

The sea god's thousand-foot-long serpentine body writhed violently beneath his feet.

The dark blue scales stood up one by one, emitting a sharp hiss—it sensed that this tiny human was forcibly invading its life force.

It's not about controlling, it's about devouring, it's about merging, it's about taking all of its millennia of cultivation for oneself.

But the twenty-five soul chains bound it tightly.

Ji Canghai's physical body began to melt from the soles of his feet, turning into a dark blue slurry that seeped into the snake's body through the gaps in the sea god's scales.

First his feet, then his legs, then his waist and abdomen, then his chest—his flesh, bones, meridians, and dantian all transformed into the purest essence of soul power, forcibly merging with the life soul of the sea god.

The vertical pupils of the sea god reflected Ji Canghai's final obsession—those eyes held no pain, no regret, only an almost insane certainty.

He was unwilling to accept it, he refused to submit.

He wanted to stand in front of that person with first-level authority and tell him: What gives you the right!

Ji Canghai's physical body completely dissipated.

The last wisp of humanoid silhouette above the sea god's head turned into a pale blue dot of light, which was then dispersed by the sea breeze.

Then the sea god closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

Those vertical pupils were no longer the pure eyes of sea beasts—deep within the pupils was a layer of extremely faint golden light patterns, exactly the same as the law patterns in Yun Yi's pupils, but even more chaotic and more violent.

It opened its mouth and let out a dragon's roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

This giant sea serpent, which had been entrenched in the East China Sea for countless millennia, began to shed its skin after devouring Ji Canghai's entire life force, cultivation, and obsession.

A golden slit appeared on the snake's body, which was seven inches long.

The seam spread down the spine, and the scales peeled off one by one, revealing a completely new body underneath—not snake skin, but dragon scales.

Each dragon scale is the size of a millstone, with flowing blue water patterns along its edges, and a pale golden law pattern embedded in its center.

The snake's tail split open, becoming a long dragon tail; the snake's belly split open, and four five-clawed dragon feet grew out; the snake's head split open, and two long dragon horns slowly emerged from the sides of its forehead, their bodies wrapped in fine, dark blue lightning.

At this moment, the spiritual energy of the entire East China Sea simultaneously poured into Penglai Island.

It was as if the entire sea area had become a giant funnel, and at the center of the funnel was the dragon undergoing its transformation.

Along the coast of the East China Sea, countless people knelt down at the same time.

They couldn't see what was happening on Penglai Island, but they could sense that something was being extracted from it.

The fortune of the East China Sea is being forcibly drawn away, pulled towards Penglai Island by a domineering force from every drop of seawater, every current, and every wave.

In the fishing villages of the three coastal towns, the people who had just escaped the tsunami knelt on the beach, watching the dark blue pillar of light shooting into the sky on the sea.

Some people wept uncontrollably, some kowtowed repeatedly, and some just stood there blankly, their lips moving but no sound coming out.

They didn't know what had happened, but they could sense that the East China Sea had changed.

Above Penglai Island, a beam of eerie blue light exploded in the center of the clouds.

The moment the beam of light exploded, it revealed the brand-new giant dragon inside—a thousand-foot-long dragon body coiled above Penglai Island, its tail swaying slowly in the sea of ​​clouds, its four five-clawed dragon feet stepping on the dark blue water clouds, and its two dragon horns piercing straight into the sky.

Its scales are a deep blue, but each scale has a pale gold pattern flowing along its edge.

Its dragon eyes are vertical pupils, but the golden light patterns deep within the pupils make it look both sacred and eerie.

It opened its mouth.

A dragon's roar spread from Penglai Island in all directions.

Wherever the dragon's roar passed, the aura of fortune in the East Sea trembled simultaneously—those auras that were originally flowing smoothly were grasped as if by an invisible hand, rapidly converging from all parts of the East Sea toward Penglai Island, condensing into a dark blue pillar of fortune that stretched across the sky around the dragon.

At this moment, all the powerful figures in the world sensed it.

Liangzhou border.

Ying Ji, who was waiting for the Buddha and the Demon, suddenly paused.

He raised his head and looked towards the East China Sea.

For the first time, an extremely complex emotion surfaced in those eyes that were as calm as still water.

"The destiny of the East Sea has been stolen."

Xianyang.

Old Jiang leaned against the ginkgo tree trunk, his wine gourd halfway up, then stopped in mid-air.

His brow furrowed.

"Stealing destiny? Are these extraterrestrial demons that fast?"

He tucked the wine gourd into his waistband, straightened his body, and said, "If the fortune of the East Sea is taken away, then the other places will soon follow suit."

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the side hall in the distance—where Miao Zu and A Chong lived.

In the heart of the endless desert.

The gray-robed youth sat cross-legged amidst the ruins of the Buddhist temple, and suddenly opened his eyes.

He sensed it—the fortunes of the East China Sea were fluctuating violently.

The magnitude of the tremors was not due to normal energy depletion, but rather the force that forcibly extracted, condensed, and devoured the fortune of the entire sea area.

His brow furrowed slightly.

The East Sea's fortune was stolen, just like what he did in the Endless Desert, only faster.

"Ji Canghai".

The gray-robed youth uttered the name, his tone devoid of anger or surprise, only a faint, almost imperceptible sense of astonishment.

"They acted so quickly? Or did something unexpected happen?"

He stood up, his black robe fluttering in the desert night wind.

"Since you made the first move, I won't wait any longer."

The gray-robed youth raised his palm and slammed it heavily into the Buddhist ground beneath his feet.

The entire endless desert trembled under this palm strike.

Deep in the desert, ancient riverbeds, city ruins, and underground temples, buried for thousands of years by wind and sand, were simultaneously shaken out from under the sand.

The fortune of the endless desert is not extracted like that of the East Sea—it is directly lifted up from the depths of the earth.

Like a giant beast whose abdomen has been cut open, its fortune gushed out from the ground like fresh blood.

The gray-robed youth's lips moved silently as he began to forcefully devour the fortune of the endless desert.