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

Han Feng remained silent.

He simply looked at Zhao Tie, his gaze calm, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

"Okay, your proposal is approved."

"But since you said it, you'll take the lead this time."

Zhao Tie's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

"Okay, no problem."

"I'll lead the charge this time."

The people around the round table had a hint of joy in their eyes.

Han Feng waved his hand.

"Let's call it a day."

A dozen or so people left the hall one after another.

Only Han Feng remained.

He stood there, motionless, like a statue.

The psionic lamp above his head emitted a pale white light, illuminating his withered face.

He turned around and looked back at the screen.

He would occasionally glance in the direction of Xi Jing.

Then he looked in another direction from Castro—

That desolate, barren wasteland.

There was nothing there.

But Han Feng always felt that there was something there.

I kept watching him.

Han Feng frowned slightly.

He raised his hand and swiped a few times on the screen to bring up real-time satellite images of the wilderness area.

The picture is very clear.

There was nothing but weeds, pebbles, and a dried-up riverbed.

Han Feng stared at it for a long time, then finally shook his head and turned off the monitor.

Perhaps he was overthinking it.

Perhaps it's just that I've been under too much stress lately and am hallucinating.

He turned around and walked towards the passageway deep inside the hall.

……

wilderness.

A dried-up riverbed.

Wild grasses swayed in the wind.

The rubble was scattered on the cracked earth, like a pile of bones left unburied.

There's nothing here.

Except for a pair of eyes.

A pair of white pupils opened from the void.

The pupils are enormous—so large that they occupy the entire sky, so large that they cover the entire wilderness, so large that everyone who looks up can see them.

But no one looked up.

Because there's no one here.

There was only grass, only stones, only wind.

Its silvery-white pupils slowly rotated in the void, taking in the entire wilderness, the entire mine, the entire fortress, and the every move of everyone within it.

Then, the pupil disappeared.

It was as if it had never existed.

……

The clone reappeared after the white eyes disappeared, standing above Castro.

Her short, silvery-white hair swayed gently in the wind.

He glanced in the direction of the wilderness, then looked away and refocused on the city.

After a moment of contemplation, he decided to proceed with the original plan.

He had figured out the entire layout of the city and the strength of the reincarnators.

As for that unknown entity—since it neither made a move nor issued a warning, it simply glanced at the object.

Thinking this way.

The clone slowly raised its right hand.

The halberd moved from behind him to in front of him, its tip pointing downwards, and paused lightly in mid-air.

"Buzz—"

A deep, resonant sound spread from the tip of the halberd in all directions.

The rules of judgment.

The power of the authority held by Tai Cang Xi.

The air seemed to freeze where the rumble passed.

The wind stopped, the clouds stopped, and even time seemed to slow down.

On the streets of Castro's capital, the reincarnators on patrol duty simultaneously stopped in their tracks.

They felt something—an indescribable chill that seeped into their bones.

It felt like something was watching me.

They looked up.

There was nothing unusual in the sky.

But that feeling grew stronger, clearer, and clearer—

It was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

One man, unable to contain himself any longer, drew his weapon from his waist and roared to the sky:

"Who?!"

"come out!!"

"Playing tricks!!!"

No one answered him.

But the next second, he saw himself.

In his vision, his body was splitting in two.

It wasn't being cut open—it was being "judged".

The power of judgment held by Tai Cangxi —

No hands are needed, no moves are needed, and no physical contact is required.

All that's needed is a "determination".

You are found guilty.

You are guilty.

Guilty shall be punished.

The punishment is annihilation, both body and soul.

The man's body was split in two, but there was no blood, no flesh, and no remains left.

As it split open, its body transformed into silvery-white specks of light, like dandelions scattered by the wind, dissipating into the air.

Those nearby saw it, and their pupils suddenly contracted.

"enemy--"

The word "attack" hadn't even been uttered yet.

He also cracked open.

Silvery-white specks of light drifted across the street.

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth.

The six members of the patrol team turned into silvery-white specks of light within three seconds.

It vanished completely.

He didn't even have time to scream.

The clone withdrew its gaze.

The first application of the Judgment Law was more effective than he had anticipated.

But it wasn't without its price.

Each time a person is judged, a portion of the divine power of Tai Cang Xi Zhi is consumed, and the amount consumed is proportional to the strength of the person being judged.

Those six people just now, the lowest cultivation level was early Nascent Soul stage, and the highest was Void Refinement stage... no, Qi Refining stage?

No, it's a Nascent Soul.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

In short, the consumption is not significant.

The clone lowers its head, looking down at the city below.

The patrol team disappeared.

But more reincarnators are pouring out from every corner of the city—from fortresses, from buildings, from underground bunkers, swarming out like a hornet's nest that has been disturbed.

The clone watched the surging figures, its silvery-white pupils showing no emotion.

He held the halberd horizontally in front of him, with the blade facing outwards.

Then he spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but it could be heard throughout Castro.

"I am Tai Cang Xi Zhi."

"In charge of judgment."

"Act in accordance with Heaven's will, punish injustice, eradicate evil, purify the world, and restore order and morality."

"You demons from beyond the heavens, you have seized this land, harming living beings, plundering their flesh and blood, and destroying their homes—your crimes are unforgivable."

"Now I have come here to carry out the judgment."

The sound echoed in the sky, like thunder, like the tolling of bells, like the earth-shaking roar of a deity in ancient times delivering a divine proclamation.

Throughout Castro, all the reincarnators simultaneously raised their heads.

Their faces turned deathly pale in that instant.

That irresistible, crushing force pressing down from the heavens—

Tai Cang Xi Zhi.

The legends of this world, the fictional characters in mythology.

At this moment, a real god, with the authority to judge, descends upon this place.

Some were trembling, some were retreating, and some were bursting out with a final burst of madness in their despair.

"Are you kidding me? The spiritual energy has only just recovered!"

"Will a god descend to earth?"

Many reincarnated beings are puzzled.

They have experienced many reincarnation worlds, and quite a few worlds where spiritual energy has been restored—but they have never experienced one that has been so severely blocked.

But regardless, these worlds share a common characteristic: power is cyclical and progressive, and the strong are slowly awakened.

For a place to recover in just three years and yet have a deity descend upon it, and one that is so powerful—

Are you kidding me?

But most people just stood there, looking up at the sky.

Gazing at the silvery-white light slowly descending from the end of the sky.

A figure appeared and disappeared in the light.

He wore silver armor and a black robe, his long hair was tied up with a crown, and he carried a long halberd upside down.

His silvery-white pupils, like two cold moons, hung in the sky.

He looked down at the tiny, trembling, frantic figures below him.