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

"Superpowered individuals" have been appearing around the world, with their numbers increasing from single digits to hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands.

The attitudes of governments around the world shifted from "debunking the rumors" to "low-key research" and then to "public acknowledgment" in less than six months.

A new era is dawning.

But Yunyi knew that this was just the beginning.

The concentration of spiritual energy is still rising.

Moreover, he sensed some deeper changes in the underground laboratory—the underground fissures that were seeping spiritual energy were expanding at an increasingly rapid pace.

Like a well sealed by a giant rock, the rock is loosening and the well water is churning.

One day, the boulder will be completely lifted.

On that day, what flows out of this well will be more than just spiritual energy.

While organizing the documents, he suddenly stopped what he was doing.

Fifteen-year-old Yun Yi is a little over 1.7 meters tall, slender, and his platinum blonde hair gleams faintly in the sunlight.

His cultivation level in the Immortal Path has reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage—not too high, but enough.

He had made plans over the course of three years.

The art of creating clones isn't a particularly profound technique. Furthermore, given that I integrated the cultivation systems from so many worlds in my previous life, I can create any kind of clone technique.

But he never used it because the clone couldn't bear too much divine power.

It's different now.

Although far fewer people "believe he is the Master of the Heavenly Cangxi" than "believe he is the Child of the Rising Sun," his total divine power has reached a considerable level, given the continuously increasing number of children the Child of the Rising Sun has amassed over the years.

Creating a clone with 60% of the original's strength is more than enough.

Yun Yi stood up from his chair, walked to the center of the underground laboratory, and drew a golden arc in the air with his hand.

The arc lit up and split in the middle, like an invisible door being pushed open.

On the other side of the door stood another "him".

They had the same appearance, the same silver armor and black robe, and the same upside-down halberd.

With short, silver-white hair and silver-white pupils, he exudes a cold, sharp, and unsheathed aura.

Tai Cang Xi Zhi.

The clone opened its eyes, glanced at Yun Yi, and said nothing.

The two people's information was synchronized in an instant.

Yun Yi nodded.

The clone turned around, took a step, and disappeared into a golden arc.

The arc closed, and the laboratory returned to silence.

Yun Yi stood still, feeling the consciousness of his clone getting further and further away, like a kite released from the palm of his hand, the string still in his hand, but the kite had already flown to the horizon.

He saw that sky through the shared vision of his clone.

The sky over this foreign land was hazy and gray, the smoke of battle still lingering.

This country is on the other side of the continent, and it is called Castro.

It was once a medium-sized developed country, known for its mining and tourism industries.

Three years ago, when the spiritual energy began to recover, Castro became the region with the fastest increase in spiritual energy concentration in the world—the reason is simple: there is a huge spiritual vein underground.

The spiritual veins are not a recent phenomenon; they have existed since ancient times.

It was just that it was suppressed by an ancient seal in the past, sealed deep underground, and could not seep out.

The seal is now loosening, and the spiritual veins are reviving.

The restoration of the spiritual veins brought unimaginable benefits: plants grew wildly, the land became fertile, animals mutated, and human physique and lifespan were significantly improved.

But this also brought about a fatal problem—

It attracted demons from beyond the heavens.

Those who reincarnate.

The spiritual energy is recovering so quickly that governments around the world simply don't have time to react.

As the region with the highest concentration of spiritual energy, Castro became the preferred target for reincarnators.

Like a group of sharks smelling blood, they poured in from all over the world, infiltrating every level of the country at an alarming speed—military and political leaders, the economic lifeline, media and public opinion, and the intelligence system.

Within a month, Castro's government was sidelined, his army was incorporated into the government, his economy was taken over, and the entire country fell into the hands of the Reincarnators Alliance.

Despite being called an "alliance," it's really just a group of reincarnators temporarily banded together for their own benefit. There's no fixed leader, no clear rules, only an unwritten rule: the strong call the shots.

The country's native inhabitants were plunged into hell.

Those who reincarnate do not come to build, but to reap.

They treated Castro as their private hunting ground—spiritual plants, spiritual mines, and spiritual beasts were plundered, the source of the spiritual veins was occupied, and ordinary people were not even qualified to approach it.

What's even more terrifying is that they've never treated the indigenous people as human beings.

After the spiritual energy was restored, some of the indigenous people of Castro began to awaken supernatural abilities—some could control fire, some could control water, some could strengthen their bodies, and some could sense spiritual energy.

These awakened beings are the best material in the eyes of those who reincarnate.

Their own abilities are the best resources for cultivation.

But this is still the best.

The worst off were the experimental materials.

The Reincarnators capture the Awakened, draw their blood, extract their marrow, slice them, and inject them with all sorts of random genetic reagents, using the most barbaric and primitive methods to study the source of spiritual power.

If you succeed, you keep the results; if you fail, you discard the failure.

Some of those who were thrown away became monsters, some became madmen, and some became useless.

No one knows exactly how many people died in these experiments.

Because no one is doing the statistics, and no one dares to do so.

The cries of parents who lost their children, lovers who lost their partners, and children who lost their parents were drowned out by the smoke and gunfire that filled Castro's sky, and could not reach the other side of the ocean.

These are the reincarnated ones.

The battles across hundreds of worlds had long since extinguished the last vestige of humanity in their hearts.

They didn't just "become less human"—they fundamentally stopped seeing themselves as human.

They don't treat others like human beings either.

The clone stood on the border of Castro, his short, silver-white hair fluttering slightly in the wind.

His gaze stretched from one end of the horizon to the other, taking in the entire ravaged land.

In the distance, thick smoke rose from the ruins of several cities.

Nearby, a highway was crowded with refugees—the elderly, women, and children, with their families in tow and carrying large and small packages, like a slowly crawling gray river, surging towards the border.

Their destination was the country where Yun Yi lived—a relatively safe place that had been protected by golden light for three years, a place where at least no one would capture them for experiments.

The clone silently watched those people.

Then, he moved.

With one step, his figure disappeared from the spot.

The next second, he was already in the sky above Castro's capital, hundreds of kilometers away.

One of the powers held by Tai Cang Xi is that he can go anywhere in the world.

Wherever he could see, he could reach it in a single step.

The clone hovered about 500 meters above the capital, with a silver-white halberd behind it and its silver armor and black robe fluttering in the wind.

He did not deliberately hide his presence.

There's no need to hide it.

He looked down, gazing down at the once-prosperous city.

Some of the former high-rise buildings have collapsed, some have been transformed into fortresses, and some have their exterior walls covered with unknown vines—those vines, nurtured by spiritual energy, have grown thicker than a person's waist and hang down from the rooftops like giant green snakes.

The streets were littered with abandoned cars and broken glass.

Occasionally, one can see figures, but they are not ordinary people walking around—they are patrols of reincarnated beings.

They wore identical black uniforms with the emblem of the Castro Provisional Government pinned to their chests, but everyone knew what lay beneath that facade.

The clone closed its eyes, expanding its perception to the maximum extent.

Throughout Castro, the presence of reincarnators was densely distributed in every corner.

Some were strong, some were weak, but all were clearly visible within his perception range.

Ranked by strength.

The strongest one is in the mountains north of the capital—that direction is the source of the spiritual veins.

The man's aura was like an abyss, unfathomable, and his body was shrouded in an intense, almost tangible, stench of blood and malevolence, like an ancient ferocious beast entrenched in its lair.

Refining the void.

And it's not the initial stage, it's the middle stage.

It was earned through burning through countless lives and the sacrifices it made.

The person's life force was visibly fading away, but his cultivation level had indeed been raised to the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm—a whole major realm higher than Yun Yi's original Nascent Soul stage.

But for the clone—

Not enough.

Because the power of Tai Cang Xi Zhi is never measured by cultivation level.

Cultivation is the measure of mortals.

The power of God is not included here.