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

The clone opened its eyes, its silvery-white pupils devoid of any emotion.

Just as he was about to make a move, he frowned slightly and looked into the distance.

After a moment of silence, his figure vanished.

……

Northern Castro, the source of the spiritual veins.

A black metal fortress stands on a converted mine.

The exterior walls are made of recycled military armor plates, up to half a meter thick, and the surface is welded with barbs and electric grids, making it look like a steel behemoth crouching on the top of the mine.

Inside the fortress, in a huge hall.

One after another, psionic lamps floated in mid-air, their pale light illuminating the hall as bright as day.

In the very center is a huge round table.

Made of spirit wood, the tabletop was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the overhead light and the dozen or so figures sitting around it.

There are no chairs.

Everyone was standing.

Those who sit at the round table do not deserve a seat.

The person who truly deserves to sit down is currently standing at the head of the round table, facing the huge display screen on the wall.

The screen displays a map of Castro's entire territory, densely marked with various colored dots.

Red – hostile target.

Green represents one's own power.

Yellow – Neutral or undetermined.

Blue – material.

The blue dots are the most numerous, densely distributed across various cities and towns, like a blue ocean.

Each blue dot represents an awakened one.

Every awakened one is a piece of material.

The man stood with his back to the round table, his hands behind his back, staring motionlessly at the densely packed map.

He looked to be about forty years old, but was actually only fifteen.

It's just that the battery life has been used up too much, which is why it looks so old.

He had a full head of silver hair, a thin face, high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and heavy dark circles under his eyes.

He wore a long black robe, the fabric of which was neither silk nor cotton, and gleamed with a dull metallic sheen under the psionic lamp.

His name is Han Feng.

A Reincarnator, the actual controller of the Castro Underground Reincarnator Alliance, with a mid-stage Refinement Realm cultivation level and experience in 148 worlds.

I'm just one step away from gaining full access.

But he paid too high a price and still couldn't get past this step.

He attempted the impossible task six times, using up his return crystals each time.

That's something no human could accomplish.

The dozen or so people standing around the round table were all his current subordinates.

He wasn't worried that they would betray him or even stab him in the back—they were on the same side the moment they became hunters.

Unless the first authorized user dies, the list of returning users will always consist of the same few people.

No one will betray you before the person with the authority dies.

Moreover, their cultivation levels range from the early to late stages of the Nascent Soul realm, and each of them is an old monster who has experienced hundreds of worlds.

Each one is earned through burning through its lifespan.

Because they all know how powerful the privileged user is.

Preserving lifespan is tantamount to slow suicide.

Only by creating a huge gap from the very beginning can you have a chance of winning.

They all chose the path of immortality.

It's not that this is the strongest system they cultivate, but rather that only this system can increase lifespan while also guaranteeing the highest combat power within the same system.

Moreover, the main energy source in this world is spiritual energy.

But at this moment, these old monsters dared not even breathe.

Because Han Feng was in a bad mood.

"Another three thousand have run away."

Han Feng's voice was very calm, so calm that it sent chills down one's spine.

"This is the seventh batch this month."

He turned around and glanced at the people standing around the round table.

"Can anyone tell me why our population loss rate is rising every month?"

No one answered.

Han Feng's gaze shifted from one person to another, like a dull knife slowly cutting flesh.

"We have controlled the borders, sealed off the seaports, and the air force patrols are on patrol 24 hours a day."

"But tens of thousands of people still slip away right under our noses every month."

"How did they escape?"

"Authorized user".

The person who spoke stood on the left side of the round table. He looked to be in his fifties, with a square face and thick eyebrows. He was wearing a camouflage vest that revealed his two muscular arms.

My arms are covered with irregular scars, like they've been burned and healed by something, only to be burned again after healing.

His name is Zhao Tie, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and he is in charge of border control.

"Given the capabilities these indigenous people currently possess, there's no way they could have escaped right under our noses. It could only have been done by someone with authority."

Zhao Tie spoke in a low voice, very slowly, as if he was carefully considering each word.

"Now we are the hunters."

"From the moment the spiritual energy was restored, the burning of lifespan potential has never stopped."

"Most people with authority are arrogant and would not choose to burn their lifespan to speed up their cultivation."

"Therefore, in the early stages, our level of cultivation is definitely higher than that of those with authority."

"Those with authority now just hide."

"But they can't let us develop in peace either."

"Although it's unpleasant to have things sabotaged, this is also an opportunity for us."

Han Feng remained silent for a moment.

"You want to follow the trail and find the person with the privileges who caused the trouble?"

Zhao Tie nodded.

"right."

"Now is the beginning, and it's also the best time to eliminate those with excessive privileges."

"The longer we drag this out, the smaller our advantage will become."

Han Feng turned his head and looked back at the screen.

His gaze fell on the land on the other side of the Castro border—the land that had been protected by golden light for nine years, the place known as "Dawn Realm".

It's not the official name; it's what people call it.

Because that land is protected by the spirit of Xi Sheng Yuan Tong.

Nine years ago, that golden "miracle" made many people aware of the existence of Xi Sheng Yuan Tong.

Some people still don't believe it—but this is limited to foreigners.

Almost everyone in the Xijing realm believes this, because after absorbing spiritual energy and reaching a certain level, one can see that layer of light.

In Xijing—the country where Yunyi was located—almost no one doubted it.

Because in that country, everyone has become a cultivator.

Well, mainly because Yun Yi tested the spiritual energy over the past three years, made some minor improvements, and then submitted the Divine Body Refinement Technique.

It wasn't that Yun Yi was particularly kind; he simply discovered that the stronger the believer, the more divine power they received.

There is no doubt which is better: the faith of ordinary people or the faith of a group of powerful cultivators.

Not to mention that you've already obtained a cultivation manual, how could you not believe in the gods?

You don't even need to pray devoutly every day; you just need to know that such a deity exists.

Han Feng stared at the golden light screen for a long time before looking away.

"Xi Sheng Yuan Tong..."

When he uttered the name, there was a hint of apprehension in his tone that he himself was unaware of.

"Master," Zhao Tie suddenly spoke, "I know what you're worried about."

"Most of those who left the country went to China."

"That's why you don't dare to cause trouble for that person with the authority."

"But if you ask me, even if that Xisheng Yuantong were a local deity, he couldn't possibly defeat us now."

"While the miracles they displayed nine years ago were powerful, now, who among us couldn't easily replicate them?"

"If you ask me, why be afraid? Just run them over."

"Now is our best moment; we cannot let that person with the authority get away with it because of this."