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

The sky has changed.

Like a giant drum being struck by an invisible hammer, each vibration is accompanied by a teeth-grinding buzzing sound.

On the ground, pedestrians stopped and looked up in confusion.

They didn't know what was happening, but their bodies knew—their hearts were pounding, their blood was rushing, and their pores were tightening.

Some people started running, some screamed, and some collapsed to the ground.

The streets descended into chaos: cars collided, pedestrians stumbled, and shop windows shattered in the panic.

There is nowhere to escape.

The danger didn't come from any direction—it came from the sky, from that figure standing high in the heavens, exuding an aura of death.

Han Feng looked down at the city on the verge of destruction, his smile growing increasingly distorted.

He slowly pressed his hands down, and spiritual energy poured down from the sky like a silver waterfall—

His hands froze in mid-air.

He didn't stop on his own.

Something had grabbed him—no, not grabbed, but a package.

A faint, warm, almost transparent golden light covered the back of his hand, like an invisible yet irresistible hand, gently pressing his palm back into place.

Han Feng's pupils contracted sharply, and he looked up abruptly.

Tai Cangxi remained standing in the same spot, clad in silver armor and a black robe, his long hair tied up in a crown, holding a long halberd upside down.

But there was another person with him.

The golden light that had enveloped the entire city was now converging on him—like rivers flowing into the sea and birds returning to their nests, rising from every street, every building, every window, and every person.

The light spots coalesced into a clear outline beside him: short platinum blonde hair, gilded pupils, a moon-white divine robe, bare feet, and surrounded by warm golden morning light.

Xi Sheng Yuan Tong.

The complete God of Dawn, who descended upon this place with all his power.

He stood side by side with Tai Cang Xi Zhi, one gold and one silver, one warm and one cold, their divine radiance of the same origin intertwining in the sky, enveloping the entire city in a golden and white curtain of light.

Han Feng's arms trembled violently.

He was simultaneously suppressed by two divine forces—the judgment authority of Tai Cang Xi Zhi locked onto his vital points, while the purifying power of Xi Sheng Yuan Tong enveloped his entire body.

Saw, tear, grind.

The cultivation level at the initial stage of the Fusion Realm was peeled away layer by layer, like paper.

Dark red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

My knees started to bend, my bones creaked, and my muscles spasmed violently.

But he gritted his teeth and refused to kneel down.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on the two figures in the sky, his lips moved, but his voice was suppressed by divine power and could not be heard.

On the ground, those who had been running, screaming, and trembling stopped in their tracks.

They looked up at the golden light in the sky, at the two figures, and at the curtain of light that covered the entire city.

Someone recognized Xi Sheng Yuan Tong—the little god who stood barefoot in the morning light in the movie.

Someone recognized Taicang Xizhi—the judicial god in mythology who wielded power over killing and punishment.

They knew it was just a movie character, fictional, and didn't exist.

But they saw with their own eyes those "non-existent" gods standing in the sky, protecting them with their divine power.

Someone knelt down, clasped their hands together, and moved their lips.

Some people were in tears, looking up at the sky and letting their tears fall.

The power of faith surged forth like a tide.

Korean pop culture finally gave way.

His knees slammed into the ground, the sound of bones shattering exceptionally clear in the silence.

He knelt before the ruins, beside the human-shaped crater, beside the pool of blood that was about to evaporate.

But his eyes remained fixed on the sky, on the two figures.

Anger, resentment, and despair surged within him, finally culminating in a hoarse growl:

Why?

In the sky, Xi Sheng Yuan Tong lowered his head slightly, his golden pupils looking down at him without saying a word.

Tai Cangxi also remained silent.

They just stood there.

A golden and white light poured down from him, illuminating the entire city and Han Feng kneeling before the ruins.

Then, Xi Shengyuan spoke.

The sound was very soft, but it could be heard throughout the entire city.

"You don't need to know."

He paused, his gaze passing over Han Feng and looking further into the distance—towards the aura of the reincarnators surging from the direction of Castro.

"All you need to know is this—this is not a place for you."

The light shone brightly.

The moment Han Feng closed his eyes, he felt his body dissipate: bones turned into flesh, flesh into blood, blood into qi, and qi into nothingness.

All sins, madness, and resentment were gradually washed away, melted, and dissipated in the warm golden light.

Before his last wisp of consciousness dissipated, the corner of his mouth curved slightly.

A sense of relief that even he himself couldn't understand.

"...Finally...it's over."

The Korean wave has disappeared.

Along with his aura, his sins, and all traces of his existence—all vanished in the warm golden light.

In the sky, the figures of Xi Sheng Yuan Tong and Tai Cang Xi Zhi gradually faded away, like morning mist dissipating into the rising sun.

But the golden-white curtain of light over the city did not disappear—it became fainter, thinner, and more transparent, yet it remained.

From that day on, that light curtain never disappeared.

Tai Cangxi stood above the clouds, his silvery-white pupils reflecting the earth beneath his feet, which was shrouded in golden light.

A slight smile curved his lips, a faint hint of satisfaction in his expression.

The people's faith in him deepened even further.

He could feel the divine power of Tai Cang Xi Zhi surging, expanding, and undergoing a qualitative change within his body.

If he was merely a "priest" with the authority to judge before, now he has begun to touch upon the essence of "god".

Xi Sheng Yuan Tong's improvement was even greater.

That golden light curtain covering the entire city and even the whole country was supported by all his divine power—minimizing the attack range of his full-force strike in the early stages of the fusion.

This battle revealed to everyone the true power of Xi Sheng Yuan Tong and the true authority of Taicang Xi Zhi.

One protector, one judge.

One is compassionate, the other is ruthless.

Two completely different gods, yet sharing the same origin.

Just as Yun Yi's consciousness was about to separate from Taicang Xizhi's clone, a strange "belief" surged into his sea of ​​consciousness.

No, not just one—it's several.

It didn't come from ordinary people who were praying, nor from cultivators kneeling on the ground, nor from those who had reincarnated or held authority—they already believed in him.

These are new.

Unfamiliar, pure, and powerful enough to make one's heart tremble.

Yun Yi's consciousness returned to the underground laboratory. He sat at the workbench, closed his eyes, and felt the unfamiliar "beliefs" in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Each one carries a different aura: fiery as the blazing sun, icy as the deep sea current, heavy as the earth and mountains, and sharp as a drawn sword.

These are not ordinary people.

The benefits that ordinary people gain from believing in Xi Sheng Yuan Tong or Taicang Xi Zhi are now almost negligible to him.

But the boost from these beliefs actually multiplied his original value several times over.

Unbelievable.

After years of accumulation, both Taicang and Yuantong have become much stronger than before, and these few beliefs can still amplify their power.

It was as if... several gods were acknowledging his existence.