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

All four attacked at the same time.

Ji Canghai was the first to make a move.

The giant, azure dragon with its severed tail roared to the sky, its cry shattering the clouds for miles around.

Each of the millstone-sized dragon scales on the dragon's body simultaneously lit up with dark blue law patterns, and the fortune of the East Sea condensed around him into a pillar of light that stretched across the heavens and the earth—with countless tiny points of light floating in the pillar, which were the sacrifices made by the people of the East Sea to the sea god for generations, and now he had pressed them all into this attack.

The dragon opened its mouth, and a deep blue dragon pearl spewed out from its throat.

The Dragon Ball, containing all the fortune of the East Sea and the sea god's millennia-long faith, grew rapidly in the wind—as big as a fist, as big as a millstone, as big as a small mountain—and crashed toward Yun Yi with a trail of dark blue flames.

Ah Chong followed closely behind.

He formed a hand seal, and the ten-thousand-foot-tall phantom of the Gu worm reappeared in the sky above the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Six pairs of thin wings blot out the sky, and twelve pairs of compound eyes shine brightly.

Miao Zu's physical body had reached the pinnacle of this realm through the infusion of Qi and fortune. At this moment, he used his natal Gu as a guide, pouring all the Qi and fortune of the Ten Thousand Mountains and Miao Zu's thousands of years of Gu cultivation into this attack.

With his right hand outstretched, a golden, bloody gash appeared in his palm—from which twelve golden Gu worms of various shapes flew out, each a manifestation of a Gu Dao law: corrosion, parasitism, devouring, illusion, aging, petrification, instant death, curse, plague, weakness, madness, and eternity.

The twelve Gu worms intertwined to form a huge golden Gu array, within which a large golden compound eye appeared.

His pupils were fixed on Yun Yi, reflecting deep within the traces of the movement of all the laws around him—beginning to replicate, erode, and assimilate.

The gray-robed youth was the third to make a move.

He struck out with his palm.

A gigantic, gray-gold hand, obscuring the sky, pressed down from the Gobi Desert. Its palm was covered with twisted Sanskrit characters, each one a corrupted Buddhist law.

Where the palm strike passed, the space was crushed, revealing the turbulent void behind it.

Xu Youlan made the final move.

He sat cross-legged on the ice lotus in the far north, his ten fingers simultaneously resting on seven strings.

With a flick of the fingertips, the music explodes—not just one note, but hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands.

She poured the eternal chill of the Arctic ice plains, the immortal foundation built through countless reincarnations, and all the fortune of the far north into this piece of music.

The zither is titled "Silence," and it is the twelfth piece she composed in this life, as well as the first time she has played it.

This piece has no melody, only a chilling feeling—after destruction, all things are extinguished.

Wherever the music passed, space stopped vibrating, time slowed its flow, and the laws of nature began to freeze.

The thin ice spreading across the East China Sea accelerated its expansion, freezing all the way from the coastline to Penglai Island. Even the waves were frozen into solid ice sculptures, frozen in mid-air in their surging posture.

Four attacks, four directions, four power systems.

Dragon Balls, Gu Formation, Buddha Palm, and the Sound of Annihilation Qin all simultaneously bombarded the white-clad figure above Penglai Island from the four directions of east, west, south, and north.

The space along the way was torn apart inch by inch by the four forces, revealing crisscrossing void cracks. The turbulent currents surging out of the cracks shredded the clouds into pieces.

Yun Yi stood at the center of the four attacks.

Her white clothes fluttered wildly in the shockwave, and her long hair was blown backward by the airflow.

He finally felt a surge of excitement—not a threat, but excitement.

Like someone who has walked in the desert for too long finally seeing an oasis, or someone who has practiced swordsmanship alone in the deep mountains for too long finally encountering an opponent who can make him exert more effort.

Each of these four people is nothing special on their own.

But the four of them joining forces, the four systems overlapping, the fortunes of the four places converging, plus their respective peak realms in this world—it barely managed to pique his interest.

He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and aimed his palm at the first arriving azure dragon ball.

The moment the Dragon Ball struck his palm, a deep blue light burst forth from between his fingers.

Bring your five fingers together.

The Nascent Soul of Laws opened its eyes in its dantian and poured all the power of the laws into its right arm.

The Dragon Ball trembled violently in his palm, and fine cracks appeared on its surface.

make a fist.

The Dragon Ball exploded.

Blue fragments flew out from between their fingers, each one creating a towering column of water as it fell into the sea.

The Gu formation had already enveloped them.

His golden compound eyes reflected the trajectory of his laws, frantically replicating, eroding, and assimilating.

He looked up and glanced at it.

The power of the laws reversed within his body.

The trajectory copied by the compound eye reversed in an instant—copying turned into backlash, erosion into self-eating, and assimilation into disintegration.

The golden compound eye exploded from the center of the pupil, and cracks spread in all directions.

The twelve Gu worms exploded simultaneously, turning into countless golden specks of light that were scattered by the sea breeze.

The gray-gold Buddha's palm had already struck in front of him.

The Buddhist power accumulated over thousands of years is mixed with endless malevolent energy, forming a strange power that lies between Buddhism and demons.

Yun Yi raised his left palm and met the attack with a palm strike.

The instant their palms met, the shockwave pulverized all the reefs, warship wreckage, ice sculptures, and waves on Penglai Island.

The gray-gold Sanskrit characters on the Buddha's palm began to crumble—from the fingertips to the palm, from the palm to the wrist, the cracks spread faster than the Buddha's palm could strike.

Push your left palm forward.

The Buddha's palm exploded.

The gray-gold fragments bounced back and struck the gray-robed youth's chest, deepening the golden brand.

The sound of the silent zither has arrived.

The cold air froze the space around him, slowing the flow of time and causing the laws of nature to stagnate.

He stood in the center of the frozen space, his body covered in a thin layer of ice.

Frost spread along the lines of his white robes, turning him into an ice sculpture.

Then he moved his finger.

Just for a moment.

The index finger was slightly bent, and a thin crack appeared in the frost on the knuckle.

The cracks widened rapidly—from fingers to palms, from palms to arms, from arms to the whole body.

The frost exploded.

He shattered all the annihilation laws frozen on his body, raised his hand and pointed towards the direction of the Arctic Ice Lotus.

A thin golden sword light shot out from her fingertip, piercing through the layers of desolate barriers in front of Xu Youlan, leaving a small hole the size of a finger on the body of the zither on her lap.

The string broke.

The music stopped abruptly.

The four of them joined forces, launching four attacks, all of which were thwarted.

Yun Yi stood above Penglai Island, his white robes without a single wrinkle.

He looked down at his palms—a very thin white mark on his right palm from the blast of the dragon ball, and a faint red mark on his left palm from the impact of the Buddha's palm.

This was the first time he had left a mark in a direct confrontation since he came into this world.

Although it's insignificant, it at least proves that these four people are indeed a cut above the rest of the reincarnators.

"You are indeed far superior to other reincarnators."

Yun Yi spoke, his voice not loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears.

"I hope I can have even more fun later."

Ji Canghai's dragon body gasped violently in mid-air, and fragments of dark blue fortune continued to emanate from the severed end of his dragon tail.

Long's eyes were filled with resentment, but even more so with helplessness.

Ah Chong stood in the center of the blue lotus flower's stamen, his hands still in the mudra position, his fingers trembling slightly.

But there was no sign of retreat in his golden compound eyes.

The gray-robed youth sat cross-legged in the void.

Xu Youlan looked down at the round hole on the guqin on her lap, paused for a moment, then took out a new string from her sleeve and strung it again.