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

Other ordinary people who had been transformed also woke up one after another. Some looked around blankly, some squatted down with their heads in their hands, and some sobbed softly.

They didn't know what had happened, why they had become like this, or why they had returned to normal. All they knew was that the child in front of them emanated a light that instinctively brought them peace.

Yun Yi did not respond to each of them individually.

He simply turned his head slightly to make sure everyone was alright before turning back around.

The hunters stood still.

But they no longer have the same attitude as before.

The smile on the leader of the hunters' faces had long since vanished.

He looked at Yun Yi as if he were looking at someone who shouldn't exist.

"you……"

His voice was dry, forced out from deep in his throat.

"You are not a reincarnator."

"And he is not an authorized person."

"You are... really... Xi Sheng Yuan Tong!"

Done.

He also realized how ridiculous their risky pursuit of the privileged individual had been.

They studied every public video, every interview, and every frame of Yunyi's film—Xi Sheng Yuan Tong's films. Each person watched them at least a hundred times, analyzing them frame by frame, repeatedly confirming them with the eyes of a reincarnator.

They believed they had thoroughly studied Yun Yi and confirmed that he was an authority user, an authority user who had not yet matured and could be hunted down.

But now, when Yun Yi stood before them, clad in a moon-white divine robe, enveloped in warm golden light, gazing upon them with his compassionate, golden eyes—

They suddenly realized that their previous confidence was a joke.

Because that wasn't acting at all.

A child believed by hundreds of millions worldwide, a god of dawn emerging from the ancient mythology of the blue planet—

Moreover, if Yun Yi is an authority holder, a reincarnator, or an "outsider" like them, he shouldn't have such a look in his eyes.

That's not the look of someone who has fought in hundreds of worlds and climbed over countless corpses.

What do the eyes of a reincarnated person look like?

Vigilant, calculating, indifferent, weary, with an occasional glimmer of madness—as for softness, perhaps there is some.

But there was never any compassion.

Compassion is the least valuable thing in the cycle of reincarnation.

A compassionate reincarnator cannot live beyond three worlds.

But Yun Yi's eyes didn't hold those things.

His eyes held only a pure, clear, and untainted compassion.

Just like he acted in the movie.

No, it's even more real than what's shown in the movies.

Because in the movie, that's "acting," but this isn't acting.

This is what a true god should look like.

For some reason, the leader of the hunters suddenly felt like laughing.

If they were only afraid when Yun Yi unleashed his power before, now they are filled with despair.

They thought they were hunters, hunting down an undeveloped authority figure, only to discover that the other party was the world's native god.

"Hold……"

One of the hunters standing at the back finally couldn't hold back any longer and squeezed out a word through gritted teeth.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

This word acted like a switch, pulling the other hunters back from their silence.

"He is... a god, not a person with authority."

"Then we..."

"We're the fuck..."

"Everything we've done has become a joke..."

"A few of us, leading a group of brainwashed indigenous people, here to kill a god?"

No one responded.

"I feel like we're idiots."

No one refuted it.

Yun Yi listened to all this without saying a word.

The leader of the hunters suddenly knelt down.

His knees slammed onto the cobblestone ground with a dull thud.

He lowered his head, looked at the ground, and remained silent for about three seconds.

Then he raised his head, looked at Yun Yi, and said in an almost pleading tone:

"You're a god, right?"

"You are the god of this world, right?"

"You are not a reincarnator, not a person with authority; you are a true, native deity."

"You won't kill us, right?"

"I've seen your movies, and I know about you. You're a kind person, and you haven't killed anyone in your life, right?"

He said "Right?" four times in a row.

With each word he spoke, his voice trembled more violently.

Behind him, the other hunters also knelt down after realizing what was happening.

It wasn't that they wanted to kneel—it was that they realized something: there was no point in resisting a true god.

Since resistance is pointless, the only thing to do is to pray.

We pray for God's mercy, for God's forgiveness, and for God to show leniency and spare their lives.

It's not that they don't want dignity, but among the reincarnators, those who still have dignity have either become those with authority or are already dead.

Those who survived were nothing more than a bunch of walking corpses who would do anything to stay alive.

Moreover, this is a local deity—according to mythological accounts, he is undoubtedly a great benefactor.

Even if they were reincarnators or those with authority, they might not do that—after all, it wouldn't work.

But what if it's a deity who is a great benefactor?

In situations where there's a high probability of survival, saving face is completely unimportant.

Yun Yi looked down at the people kneeling in front of him.

All nine of them knelt down.

Their knees slammed against the pebbles, some scraping their skin and drawing blood, but they were completely unaware.

Yun Yi's lips twitched slightly—he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

Because he could sense that the divine power and authority of the Xi Sheng Yuan Tong within his body were surging wildly due to the belief of these nine reincarnators, and were even beginning to match the belief of hundreds of millions of people.

This also confirms his conjecture: the stronger a person is, the greater the blessing they receive if they believe he is a god.

These reincarnators, though they may seem like ordinary people who won't live more than a year, possess extraordinary strength when their past worlds are combined with their original worlds.

But before he could speak, a voice came from behind him.

"younger brother!"

It is Yun brocade.

Yun Yi turned his head.

Yun Jin stood there, holding Yun Yao tightly in her arms.

Yun Yao buried her face in her sister's shoulder, her body trembling slightly.

Yun Jin's face was pale, her lips were trembling, but her eyes were bright, surprisingly bright.

"Little brother, you..."

She looked at Yun Yi's moon-white divine robe, at his golden eyes, and at the warm golden light surrounding him.

Her voice was trembling, but she still managed to finish what she was saying.

"Are you really Xi Sheng Yuan Tong?"

Yun Yi looked at her.

There was a two-second silence.

He nodded, then shook his head.

Yun Jin opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She hugged Yun Yao even tighter.

After about three or four seconds, she suddenly smiled.

"I always said my brother is a genius."

Her voice was still trembling, but her tone carried a stubborn and unyielding spirit.

Yun Yi looked at her expression, and the corners of his mouth curved up almost imperceptibly.

Then he looked away and turned his gaze back to the nine hunters kneeling on the ground.

The nine hunters remained kneeling, motionless, like nine clay sculptures.

They were waiting—waiting for Yun Yi to speak, waiting for the final answer that would determine their life or death.

The night wind rose again, rustling the leaves in the garden.

Yun Yi spoke.

"I have never killed anyone in my life."

"But you—"

He paused.

"Can they still be called human?"