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

The dark blue dragon flames were extinguished in an instant, as if they had never existed.

The azure aura surrounding the dragon trembled violently, and cracks spread from the edges to the center.

He felt it—that power was back.

It was exactly the same as when he had killed twelve reincarnators with a single sentence, but even stronger, so strong that even the entire fortune of the East Sea could not withstand it.

A golden light shone on the southern horizon.

It wasn't the pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth from the direction of Xianyang, but a brand new golden light with a low, buzzing sound like the flapping wings of a Gu worm.

A beam of light shot into the sky from the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains, blooming into a giant blue lotus phantom in mid-air.

The petals unfolded one by one, and a person stood in the center of the flower's stamen—a boy of eighteen years old, barefoot, with silver bells jingling on his ankles, and two tiny golden compound eyes in his pupils, still wearing that Miao batik cloth.

However, his aura was completely different: Miao Zu's thousands of years of Gu Dao cultivation, the tens of millions of years of Qi accumulation in the Ten Thousand Mountains, and A Chong's use of his natal Gu to forcibly fuse the two with Miao Zu's physical body from the inside—the three combined to create a completely new existence.

He stood in the center of the blue lotus flower, his right hand hanging casually at his side, countless tiny golden silk threads swaying slowly at his fingertips.

Ah Chong's gaze swept over Yun Yi, then glanced at the giant blue dragon with a severed tail in mid-air.

"Ji Canghai," he began, his voice carrying the buzzing of insect wings, "looks like you're not doing so well."

"It was beaten so badly that even its dragon tail was broken off."

The dragon let out a low roar, its eyes flashing with ferocity, but it did not refute.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he was truly beaten so badly that he had no chance to fight back—he had used all his trump cards, transformed into a dragon, devoured luck, and merged with the sea god, but he couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes before his dragon tail was smashed by a single punch.

With such a disparity, saying anything would only bring shame upon oneself.

Ah Chong stopped looking at him and turned her gaze back to Yun Yi.

In those golden compound eyes, countless tiny points of light flashed simultaneously.

"A Level 1 user is indeed very powerful."

"However—" he changed the subject, "you've already made your move."

"I saw it too. Although you spoke those words lightly, the amount of power of the laws you consumed each time was enormous."

"Even with my current storage capacity, I can only use similar methods a maximum of twice."

"This level of trump card cannot be used indefinitely. Every time it is used, it consumes your own source of the laws."

"How many more times can you use it? Twice? Three times?"

Yun Yi did not answer.

His right hand still hung at his side, the golden light membrane on his fingertips shimmering faintly in the moonlight.

Ah Chong's words were not entirely without reason—the decree of Heaven and Earth does indeed consume the source of the laws.

What he didn't know was that after Yun Yi understood all the laws of this world, what he consumed no longer came from himself, but directly commanded heaven and earth to use the laws to execute everything.

He only needs to speak; the rest is up to the world.

The so-called consumption is nothing more than the tiny price that allows heaven and earth to hear his voice.

Seeing that Yun Yi did not react, A Chong's smile deepened.

He stared at Yun Yi's appearance, feeling that he looked very familiar. After a moment, he recalled that he had met him once at Yan Hui Mountain.

Thinking about it, the intelligence I had gathered earlier instantly connected, and an interesting idea popped into my head.

He couldn't help but speak:

"Honestly, I'm more curious about what Shen Qingqing, who founded the Reincarnators Alliance in Zhongzhou, would think when she finds out that you, the mascot, are the real Level One Authority User?"

Yun Yi did not answer immediately, but turned to look at the western horizon.

A gray-gold ray of light is rising from below the horizon.

With each step, the space beneath his feet was shattered.

The gray-robed youth sat cross-legged in the void, looking down at Yun Yi with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, carrying an air of expected indifference.

"As expected, Ji Canghai, you got a really bad beating."

"Is this the true power of a Level 1 Authority user?"

His gaze swept over the dragon and then landed on Ah Chong. "You're not bad either. You swallowed the fortune of the Ten Thousand Mountains and even used the body of the Miao Ancestor."

Ah Chong didn't reply, but just stared at him coldly with his golden compound eyes.

He was very annoyed that his words had been interrupted.

The gray-robed youth didn't care and fixed his gaze on Yun Yi again:

"Level 1 Authority User".

"I came here for only one purpose—to fight you."

"Kill you, gain Level 1 access, and see the view from the top of Paradise."

Yun Yi looked at him but didn't reply.

These people came one after another, each with a more compelling reason and each feeling more special than the last.

Ji Canghai was unwilling to accept defeat, A Chong was confident, and the gray-robed youth wanted to see the view from the top.

Their reasons differed, but their actions were the same—they stood in his way.

However, doing them one by one is more convenient.

Just then, an extreme chill came from the far north.

It was so cold that even the space itself seemed to freeze and slow down; so cold that the thin clouds above Penglai Island instantly condensed into countless tiny ice crystals.

Ice crystals floated in mid-air, refracting the moonlight, like a shattered mirror.

Thin ice is forming on the surface of the East China Sea, spreading from the coastline into the deep sea at a visible speed.

Where the ice passes, even the waves are frozen in mid-air, maintaining their surging posture, as if a pause button has been pressed.

Yun Yi turned his head and looked north.

A beam of moon-white light shot into the sky from the far north ice plains, blooming into a giant ice lotus in the night sky.

In the center of the lotus flower, Xu Youlan sat cross-legged, with a newly replaced guqin lying across her lap.

A thin layer of frost clung to the strings, spreading along them to her fingertips, then climbing up her wrists, arms, and shoulders—transforming her into an ice sculpture.

She has absorbed the fortune of the far north into her body.

That icy plain had no dynasties, no people, only ancient glaciers that never melted and ancient ruins buried deep within.

The amount of gas transported is not large, much less than that of the East China Sea, the Endless Desert, and the Ten Thousand Mountains.

However, Xu Youlan cultivated the cold energy brought from the frozen world in the far north, and had already integrated her immortal cultivation with the cold energy of the far north.

At this moment, he used the power of luck to elevate his realm and also added all the coldness of the far north into his body.

Her aura was no longer just her own—it was the foundation of immortality through countless reincarnations, the eternal chill of the far north ice plains, and the purest sense of annihilation in the entire far north.

The three are combined into one.

She opened her eyes, and in her pupils was reflected an endless ice field, on which countless figures walked silently—those were all the beings who had died by her hand, their souls frozen in her immortal foundation, becoming part of her power.

Xu Youlan stood up from the ice lotus, with the guqin lying in front of her, her right hand's five fingers touching the strings.

Four people, four directions.

She looked down at the white shadow above Penglai Island, her fingertips plucking the first string, "East Sea, endless desert, ten thousand mountains, far northern ice plains."

"Blessed by the fortunes of four lands, four people stand at the pinnacle of this world."

"If we still can't beat you with this lineup—then we shouldn't be reincarnators."