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

Yun Yi opened his eyes, his golden pupils glowing faintly in the darkness.

The aura that Tai Cang's clone sensed earlier was indeed not an illusion.

There really are other gods in this world.

And there's more than one.

He didn't know whether those gods were friends or enemies.

But he knew one thing—they were very strong.

It was so powerful that the moment Tai Cang's clone sensed that aura, it chose to retreat.

Yun Yi stood up from his chair and walked to the huge world map on the wall.

The map was densely marked with various colored markers: red marked the gathering places of reincarnators, blue marked the points where spiritual energy seeped out, gold marked the place he was currently guarding, and green marked the points he had placed on his family members.

After a moment of contemplation, he felt that relying solely on two deities to maintain the status quo was not a reliable approach.

So he decided to bring another person on board.

I randomly opened a book—a compilation of all the myths in this world.

The top page prominently displays:

【Wan Su Dao Jun】

The popular titles for this deity are as numerous as the stars in the sky: the Supreme Lord of Time, the Lord of Eternal Light, the Creator of Time, the True Lord of Time... In a sense, this deity can be considered the most prestigious in the world.

Popular legends go to extremes: reversing time, returning the world to its origin, creating the universe with a single thought—all sorts of outrageous tales pile up to create an omnipotent image.

Whether it was true or false, Yun Yi was too lazy to tell.

But as long as it's loud enough and impressive enough, that's enough.

However, he did not intend to descend to the mortal realm directly under this identity—that would be too beneath him.

However, we cannot abandon it altogether.

After all, its prestige is undeniable, and even if it doesn't have many followers, the abilities gained from it will certainly not be low.

As for how to operate it?

The same old method—acting.

director?

It's Director Chen, of course.

Director Chen has been quite busy over the years.

After the dramatic changes in the world, he became increasingly eager to make a film that could bring about some change.

The idea was good, and they poured real money into it—almost betting their entire fortune.

As for the lead actors?

That's right, it's still Yun Yi.

Director Chen was completely hooked on Yunyi's "performances" the first two times, and would rush to him for help whenever there was a new project.

Yunyi also thought Director Chen was a wonderful person, and agreed without much hesitation.

The stage is set up, ready to begin.

……

In the southwest of China, there are the vast and desolate mountains.

Deep in the misty mountains, an ancient stone temple is hidden under the shade of a thousand-year-old tree.

The exterior walls are covered with moss and vines, and the marks of time have left varying depths of lines on each stone.

The stone palace gates were wide open, revealing boundless darkness inside.

There were two lights in the darkness: one a cold, silvery-white light, and the other a warm, golden-red light.

The two orbs of light were very close together, suspended in mid-air deep within the stone hall, like two stars leaning against each other.

The silvery-white light suddenly flickered, and a deep, ethereal voice with a metallic resonance echoed out:

"You saw it?"

The golden-red light lingered for a moment, then flickered slightly:

"I saw it."

"That newly appeared Tai Cang."

The silvery-white light flashed faster, like a human frowning.

"No, he's not a newcomer."

"His power, authority, and aura—are exactly the same as mine."

"No, it's not just 'similar,' it's 'exactly the same.'"

The golden-red light cluster remained silent for an even longer time.

"Could this be a backup plan you left behind?"

"Won't."

"I don't have the habit of keeping a backup plan."

"And even if I had a backup plan, I wouldn't leave behind something exactly like me."

"I'm not the kind of narcissistic person who would want to copy myself."

Jin Hongguang did not respond.

The silvery-white light continued to flicker: "Moreover, his divine power is very strong, stronger than I expected."

"It's not the weak state of someone who has just awakened, but rather... how should I put it... it's like being completely preserved from one's peak and then reactivated in this era."

"Are you saying he didn't live from ancient times to the present?"

"no."

"Was that traveling from the future back to the past?"

"Not quite." The silvery-white light flickered, as if organizing its thoughts. "The feeling I get from his power... is not inheritance, not imitation, not borrowed power, but the power that is 'his own'."

"Like my own power, it is innate, rooted in the depths of my soul, and can be invoked without any medium."

The golden-red light suddenly flashed: "So what are you trying to say?"

"I want to say—that Tai Cang Xi Zhi might be 'me'."

"It is not my backup plan, not my successor, not my imitator, but another 'me'."

"A 'me' from... 'somewhere else'."

The golden-red light remained silent for a long time.

So long that the silvery-white light cluster thought it would no longer answer.

Then it spoke: "What are you planning to do?"

The silvery-white light flickered: "Observe."

"No matter who he is, no matter where he comes from, no matter if he is 'me' or not—his timing is too perfect."

"The seal is loosening, spiritual energy is reviving, demons from beyond the heavens are pouring in, and destiny is about to awaken... All these things are happening at once, and he just happens to appear at this time."

"Do you think he did this premeditatedly?"

"I don't believe anything is a coincidence."

The golden-red light shimmered slightly, as if it were nodding.

"What about those extraterrestrial demons? How do we deal with them?"

The silvery-white light cluster flickered at a slower frequency, as if it were thinking: "Ignore it."

The golden-red light suddenly brightened: "Just ignore it?"

"He will wake up soon," the silvery-white light said calmly.

The golden-red light suddenly dimmed.

"His consciousness can't hold on much longer under suppression."

"With each loosening of the seal, His consciousness becomes clearer."

"The day He fully awakens, all the extraterrestrial demons will become His nourishment—we won't need to lift a finger."

The golden-red light shone silently. "Then what should we do?"

The silvery-white light drifted deeper into the stone hall: "Let Him wake up a little slower."

"How can we make Him wake up more slowly?"

"Give Him something to do."

The golden-red ball of light followed and floated over: "What is it?"

"Let Him dream."

The golden-red light suddenly brightened: "You mean... the Destiny Consciousness sealed itself and created a completely new self?"

"Yes." The silvery-white light stopped deep inside the stone hall, facing a huge stone wall.

The stone wall is covered with ancient runes, which gleam slightly under the silvery light, like countless sleeping eyes slowly opening in the darkness.

"His consciousness has already begun to do so."

"I can sense that His consciousness is splitting—one part continues to suppress the seal, while the other part is coalescing into a new entity."

"That new individual will forget who he is, forget his mission, and even forget that he is not a 'human being'."

"He will be born, grow up, and experience everything just like an ordinary human being."

The golden-red light sphere remained silent for a long time: "So all we need to do is make the process of 'experiencing enough' long enough?"

"Yes. The longer the better."

"How long will it take?"

"have no idea."

"But at least—until the moment our strength is fully restored."

The golden-red light flashed and then fell silent.

The stone hall returned to darkness.

Only two stars lingered slowly in the darkness.