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

Then--

The halberd moved.

He simply pointed forward slightly.

Where the halberd tip pointed, a black fortress exploded with a deafening roar.

A silvery-white light poured out from the tip of the halberd, like a long river that stretched across the sky, rushing down and washing over every inch of the fortress's walls, every beam, and every corner.

Wherever the silver light passed, everything disintegrated into silvery-white specks of light.

wall.

Beams and pillars.

The reincarnators who couldn't escape from the fortress.

Everything vanished in an instant.

That steel fortress, built with countless manpower and resources and welded from recycled military armor plates, reaching a thickness of half a meter, has thus completely disappeared from this world.

All that remained was a bare, scorched, and smoky foundation.

The newly emerged reincarnators in the city were stunned.

Having reincarnated through more than a hundred worlds, they recognized it at a glance—it was the aura of the laws of this world.

A deity of the laws of a small world descended upon this place.

This means that they are facing the pinnacle of the world.

How strong is a top-tier expert?

do not know.

But they are definitely many times stronger than they are now.

That's not how the script was written!

How long has it been?

How could such a powerful being appear in the world?

Such a world—a paradise, are you serious?

The first reincarnator collapsed.

The pressure from Tai Cang Xi Zhi was so strong that his body was completely out of his control, and he was forced to the ground.

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

On the street, those reincarnators who were just moments ago so aggressive and ready to fight were pressed to the ground one by one, resembling the Chinese character "大" (big).

Several individuals with higher cultivation levels and stronger wills are still resisting.

They mobilized all the spiritual energy within their bodies, burned their lifespans, and unleashed their potential, forcibly pushing their cultivation to its limit, and then—

He made a move towards the Tai Cang Xi Zhi in the sky.

Various colored lights shot up from the ground, carrying destructive power.

There was fire, there was thunder, there was sword, and there was some kind of unknown, twisted, and nauseating curse.

Tai Cangxi looked down at the attacks.

Then--

He only glanced at it.

The attacks that surged from the ground into the sky all froze the moment they met his gaze.

It was like the pause button had been pressed.

The flames stopped burning in mid-air.

The lightning stopped in mid-air and ceased flashing.

The sword energy stopped in mid-air, no longer sharp.

The curse stopped in mid-air, no longer twisting.

Then, they began to dissipate.

Starting from the edge, it gradually transforms into silvery-white specks of light, like snowflakes scattered by the wind, drifting one by one into the air.

On the ground, the reincarnated beings who had made the move were stunned.

They watched as their all-out attack burst like a soap bubble, their expressions shifting from madness to bewilderment, and from bewilderment to despair.

Then, Taicang Xizhi glanced at them.

A silvery-white gaze fell upon him.

Their bodies began to dissipate.

Starting from the fingertips, it gradually transforms into silvery-white specks of light.

They didn't even have time to realize they were dying.

And just like that, it disappeared.

The entire street fell into dead silence.

The reincarnators lying on the ground lowered their heads, afraid to look at the sky, afraid to look at each other, and even afraid to breathe.

They could still feel the oppressive aura from the sky—cold and sharp, like an invisible sword hanging over everyone's head.

No one knows when the sword will fall.

Maybe in the next second.

Maybe never.

But they knew one thing—

Once this sword falls, they will turn into silvery-white specks of light, just like those who vanished, and disappear forever.

On the street, silvery-white specks of light still drifted by.

Like a silent snowfall.

Tai Cangxi stood in the sky, looking down at the reincarnated beings kneeling on the ground.

There was no pity, no anger, no superfluous emotion in his silvery-white pupils.

There is only one kind—pure, absolute, and without any impurities—

Trial.

He is making a judgment.

Who is guilty?

No one's crime does not warrant death.

Who can be forgiven?

Who must be erased.

The exercise of judicial authority does not require his active thought; the authority itself operates automatically according to his rules.

His rules are very simple.

Three.

First, those who harm the innocent should be killed.

Second, those who feed on others shall be killed.

Third, the extraterrestrial demon, kill it.

These three rules were established when he condensed the divine essence of Tai Cang Xi Zhi. They are deeply rooted in his authority and cannot be changed or violated.

The authority automatically scanned every reincarnator below.

Their memories, their actions, their sins—everything is laid bare before authority.

Someone killed tens of thousands of indigenous people and conducted countless live experiments.

Judgment of authority: Kill.

Some people have never treated indigenous people as human beings, and have slaughtered hundreds of thousands of them for their own spiritual practice.

Judgment of authority: Kill.

Some people neither killed anyone nor participated in experiments; they were simply cultivating—yet they were identified as extraterrestrial demons.

Judgment of authority: Kill.

The determination of authority is carried out silently, swiftly as lightning.

Tai Cangxi raised his long halberd, with the tip pointing downwards.

Silvery-white light surged from the tip of the halberd, like silver tentacles reaching down to the street below.

The moment the tentacles touched the reincarnated beings judged as "killers," those beings simultaneously transformed into silvery-white specks of light.

There were no screams, no struggles, and no warning whatsoever.

Just a second ago they were lying on the ground, trembling.

The next second, they turned into specks of light and drifted away in the night wind.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

The surviving indigenous people looked at the empty ground around them, at the silvery-white specks of light floating in the air, their lips trembled, their teeth chattered, and tears streamed down their faces.

They are not grieving.

They were overjoyed.

Those demons are dead.

He finally died.

It was a good thing he died.

Tai Cangxi retracted his halberd, and the silvery-white light dissipated from the tip of the halberd.

He looked down at the survivors.

Then he opened his mouth.

"The demons from beyond the heavens have been judged."

After saying that, he raised one hand.

A silvery-white light fell from the sky, enveloping the survivors.

It instantly healed their injuries and those bodies that had been modified to the point of being unsightly.

After doing all this, Taicang Xizhi disappeared from the spot.

But the survivors—

They will never forget that scene.

I will never forget it, for all eternity.

……

Taicang Xizhi stood in the sky, his short, silvery-white hair fluttering slightly in the wind.

The reincarnators in Castro's capital have been cleansed.

But not all.

There is one more person.

The source of the spiritual vein.

The fortress on the mine has disappeared, but the presence of that person still lingers deep within the spiritual veins beneath it.

Korean wave.

The middle stage of refining the void.

The de facto controller of the Castro Underground Reincarnators Alliance.

He is still alive.

Instead of leaving, he came to the core of the spiritual vein.

Han Feng stood at the core of the spiritual vein, feeling the surging spiritual energy beneath his feet, his face ashen.

The fortress is gone.

His men are gone.

All the reincarnators in the entire city are gone.

The god who called himself Tai Cang Xi Zhi, in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, crushed everything that he had spent three years building into dust.