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

Ah Chong tilted his head back.

The countless tiny points of light in the golden compound eyes simultaneously stopped flickering.

He had seen countless power systems and devoured countless powerful individuals, but the one before him had already exceeded his definition of "power".

He wanted to see just how strong a Level 1 Authority user really was, and also to assess the gap between himself and the other party.

Now he knows—it's a difference of one day.

The gray-robed youth rose from the void.

He gazed at the giant who stood as tall as the sky, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly smiled—a very light, faint smile, carrying a sense of serene relief.

"So this is what a Level 1 user is like."

After saying that, he sat back down in the void, without taking another step forward.

Because the moment he saw the other person, he knew that his fate had already been decided.

Returning to the crystal works, but there's a one-second delay.

In this instant, faced with absolute power, there is no right to even struggle.

Xu Youlan placed her hands on the broken strings of the zither and looked up at the figure that blotted out the sky.

Her expression was complex—shock, resentment, relief, and a faint smile that she herself didn't even notice.

She recalled the first time she met him: he walked into Chunfeng Tower, dressed in white, and sat opposite her.

Looking back now, I actually feel a bit nostalgic.

That was the only time she was able to stand on equal footing with him.

Yun Yi looked down at the four people below—a giant blue dragon with a severed tail, a golden-eyed boy standing in the center of a blue lotus flower, a gray-robed boy sitting cross-legged in the void, and a moon-white zither player with his hand on a broken string.

He stretched out his hand, his five fingers spread wide.

A palm, blotting out the sky and sun, slowly descended from the starry sky.

Where the palm struck, the space was compressed into a huge depression, and the spatial folds at the edge of the depression undulated like mountains.

Under the shadow of the palm, Penglai Island transformed from an island into a reef, and from a reef into a grain of sand.

The East China Sea transformed from a vast expanse of water into a puddle, and from a puddle into a single drop of water.

That hand was so big—so big that all the sunlight was blocked by the back of the palm, and under the shadow of the palm, the entire East China Sea was plunged into a twilight-like darkness.

Ji Canghai raised the dragon's head and let out a hoarse, long roar.

He squeezed out all the fortune of the East Sea, and his dragon body expanded as the fortune burned, crashing into that palm.

Ah Chong ignited the fortune of the Ten Thousand Mountains and the physical body of the Miao Ancestor. Twelve golden Gu worms roared out, and the golden compound eye in the center of the Gu array aimed at the palm, attempting to replicate, erode, and assimilate it.

The gray-robed youth leaped up and charged towards the palm.

The golden brand on his chest exploded at the last moment, and gray-gold Buddhist flames, carrying all the malevolent energy, soared into the sky.

Xu Youlan plucked the last string.

The foundation of immortality was fully released the moment the string snapped. The chill of the far north ice plains and the desolate sound of the zither transformed into a final icy blue sound blade, slashing towards that palm.

The palm continued to fall without any pause.

The Dragon Ball struck the palm of the hand, shattering into eerie blue specks of light, rising from the sea like a rain falling backwards.

The Gu array struck the palm of the hand, and the compound eye exploded from the center of the pupil. All twelve Gu worms burst open at the same time, and golden fragments flickered in the sea breeze.

The boy crashed into the palm of the hand, and his body began to shatter from the top of his head—cracks spread along the black Sanskrit patterns all the way to his feet, and then his whole body turned into a sky full of gray-gold fragments.

The icy blue sonic blade struck his palm without leaving even a white mark.

The four auras dimmed simultaneously, like candles flickering in the wind.

Yun Yi looked down at Penglai Island—the thousand-foot-long, dark blue dragon body was lying on the reef, its scales dull, its eyes closed, its breath weak but not completely gone.

He landed in front of the dragon's head, extended his right hand, and touched his brow with his index finger.

He did not kill the other party.

The price Ji Canghai paid for forcibly transforming into a dragon is being reversed with his death.

The sea god's consciousness awakened from the depths of the dragon's body—the golden light patterns that Ji Canghai had forcibly infused into his vertical pupils were fading at a visible speed.

It turned its head blankly and saw that the sky-covering palm was falling towards it.

It did not hide.

Its intuition told it: it couldn't avoid it, and there was no need to avoid it.

The hand stopped above its head.

Yun Yi looked down at the giant serpent that had been coiled in the East Sea for ten thousand years.

His clone guarded it in the East Sea for a day and a night. He knew the snake's strength very well—in the tsunami cleaved by his clone, the sea god's snake tail slapped each wave lighter than the last; when the three sea beasts attacked, the sea god always swam on the outside and never really killed it.

It is releasing water.

It didn't want to kill, but it was bound by Ji Canghai's soul lock and had no choice but to adopt an attack posture.

The people of Donghai have worshipped the sea god for generations, with incense burning continuously and sacrifices offered without ceasing.

It occasionally stirs up storms, but it never drowns fishermen without cause, and it even surfaces to warn of approaching storms.

It is not an evil god, but a giant serpent that has lived too long and has been worshipped as a god.

"You stay."

Yun Yi withdrew his hand.

The sea god let out a very soft and low hiss, and its thousand-foot-long dragon body slowly sank into the depths of the trench.

The shimmering blue light on the surface of the sea gradually dimmed.

Yun Yi watched the Sea God return to the sea, then raised his head.

The state of "Heaven and Earth in Harmony" remains, and his divine consciousness is sufficient to cover the entire world at this moment.

He didn't waste the opportunity—he opened his divine sense to the fullest and instantly scanned the entire continent, the entire ocean, every island, every mountain range, and every void interlayer.

His perception was more precise than heavenly tribulations and more dense than radar.

Within a radius of millions of miles, no living being could escape his divine sense scan.

In a teahouse in a small town in Jiangnan during the Song Dynasty, a reincarnated person disguised as an accountant is working on an abacus.

His fingers suddenly stopped on the abacus beads, and then he fell off the chair.

In a cave somewhere in the endless desert, a reincarnated being who has hidden his true form is meditating.

His eyes suddenly opened, his pupils dilated, and then he slowly collapsed into the sand.

In a cave on an unnamed deserted island in the East China Sea, a reincarnated being who had sealed himself in an ice coffin and was sleeping there never woke up again.

On the northern grasslands, a reincarnator disguised as a herdsman is driving his flock of sheep northward.

The flock of sheep suddenly became agitated, and the herdsman fell off his horse and never got up again.

Twenty-one.

Those reincarnators who were still hiding in various places had their sea of ​​consciousness shattered by the aftershocks of the decree of heaven and earth the moment his divine sense swept across them.

Inside the Void Tower, Shen Qingqing stood at the top of the tower.

Xiao Yanzhi, Helian Rong, Liu Xier, Su Zhong, and Qin Yu stood behind her.

They simultaneously sensed the divine consciousness that swept across the entire world—the divine consciousness paused for a moment on the Void Tower as it passed by.

Just for a moment, then it continued scanning.

Helian Rong swallowed hard, his voice hoarse:

"He saw us."

Xiao Yanzhi nodded without saying a word.

When Liu Xier's mental energy network swept over it, it automatically contracted to its limit, like a frightened cat tucking its tail between its legs.

Su Zhong leaned against the tower wall, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the hilt of the short sword at his waist—the binding rope was already frayed from being touched so much.

Qin Yu's hand holding the teapot trembled slightly, and the spout tapped against the rim of the cup, making a soft clinking sound.

Shen Qingqing looked down at the tea swaying slightly in her cup, remained silent for a moment, and then said:

"He let us go."

Yun Yi withdrew his divine sense, and his body, which resembled the law of heaven and earth, began to slowly shrink.

From being as high as the sky, it shrank to a thousand feet; from a thousand feet, it shrank to a hundred feet; from a hundred feet, it shrank back to its normal size.

His feet landed back above Penglai Island.

Her white robes remained as white as snow, and her long hair slowly fell down amidst the lingering shockwaves.

He glanced down at the East China Sea below—the surface was littered with warship wreckage, broken ice, golden specks of light, and gray-gold fragments.

The shrunken dragon body of the sea god swam in the shallow sea, occasionally glancing up at the white-clad figure in the sky and letting out a low dragon roar.