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

Yunyi walked into the film set and stood at the pre-marked point.

The midday sun beat down on the desert overhead, the ground beneath our feet was scorching hot, and the distant horizon was distorted into waves by the heat.

The clapperboard snapped shut.

Yunyi closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer Yun Yi.

He is Wan Su Dao Jun.

An ancient being that has lived through countless eras and witnessed countless births and deaths of the universe.

His eyes changed.

Those eyes held the traces of time's passage, the reflections of stars' birth and death, the rise and fall of countless civilizations, and the eternal solitude in the endless void.

Director Chen sat behind the monitor, holding his breath.

The set was completely silent.

Everyone stared at the boy standing on the sand.

He didn't say any lines, didn't make any movements, and didn't even show any expression.

Just by standing there, with just his eyes, he made everyone believe that he had lived for a very, very long time, so long that time itself lost its meaning in front of him.

"Okay." Director Chen's voice trembled slightly as he slapped his thigh forcefully. "This take is a success!"

Yun Yi blinked, snapping out of his "Wan Su Dao Jun" state and walking back to the monitor to watch the playback.

He looked at it very carefully, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were examining a work of art that had nothing to do with him.

"Not enough," he suddenly said.

Director Chen was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"That 'ancient' feeling isn't enough."

"It's too revealing."

Yun Yi stared at himself on the monitor screen. "Wan Su Dao Jun has lived through countless eras and witnessed countless births and deaths of the universe."

"This kind of existence doesn't wear 'I'm old' on its face."

"His 'oldness' should be reserved, hidden in his bones, something you can't see unless you look closely, but the more you look, the more unfathomable it seems."

Director Chen opened his mouth, wanting to say, "This take is already very good," but seeing Yun Yi's expression, he swallowed his words.

"One more."

Article .

Article 3.

Article 4.

Each one was better than the last, but Yunyi could find fault with each one—"too sharp eyes," "too scattered aura," "too fast pace."

By the fifth take, Director Chen couldn't hold back any longer.

"Yunyi, I think this is already..."

"One more."

Director Chen shut up.

Article 6.

Yun Yi stood on the sand, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

At this moment, he was not "acting" as Wan Su Dao Jun, but "becoming" Wan Su Dao Jun.

Those memories that traversed several worlds were originally compressed deep within his consciousness and rarely recalled, but at this moment, he released them all, letting them surge, collide, and merge in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Then, he folded all these memories together—not by forgetting them, but by compressing them.

It's like compressing the contents of an entire library into a book, then compressing that book into a single page, and finally compressing that single page into a single word.

He opened his eyes.

This time, Director Chen didn't yell "Cheers." There was no sound from behind the monitor.

Yun Yi turned his head and saw Director Chen sitting in a chair, his hand hanging in mid-air, in a pose as if he wanted to slap his thigh but didn't, as if he was frozen in place.

The staff around them were in similar situations—some had their mouths open and forgot to close them, some held up reflectors and forgot to put them down, and some held up thermos cups and forgot to drink from them.

Yun Yi frowned, walked back to the monitor, and looked down at the screen.

On the screen, a boy stands in the desert, with endless sand dunes and the blazing sun behind him.

His eyes were calm, his lips were flat, his brows were straight, and his face was expressionless.

But in those eyes, there is the entire universe.

On the monitor screen, at the position of Yunyi's eyes, appeared extremely fine "light spots" that were almost invisible to the naked eye.

Those points of light were densely packed, layer upon layer, like countless galaxies rotating, dying, and reincarnating in his pupils.

Director Chen finally came to his senses.

He slowly turned his head to look at Yun Yi, his lips trembling slightly.

"This...this isn't special effects, is it?"

Yun Yi calmly replied, "Yes."

"Um……?"

Director Chen fell silent.

After a long time, he said softly:

"This one is approved."

"knock off."

The film set began to get busy.

Staff members packed up equipment, moved props, and dismantled temporary sets.

Yun Yi walked to the folding chair by the side of the field and found that the girl was still there—she was still holding his clone, her face buried in the clone's chest, as if she were asleep.

The clone remained motionless, with one hand resting on the back of her head, like a statue.

Yun Yi stood a few steps away, watching this scene.

"She didn't make a scene?"

The clone replied:

"You opened your eyes a little when you were playing Wan Su Dao Jun."

"There are others."

"That's all."

Yun Yi remained silent for a moment, then walked to the girl's side and touched her shoulder.

"We're going back now."

The girl did not respond.

"What's your name?"

There was still no response.

Yun Yi withdrew his hand and looked at the face buried in his clone's chest.

A floral dress, bare feet, waist-length black hair, and skin so white it's almost translucent.

It has no cultivation level, no spiritual energy fluctuations, and none of the characteristics that a cultivator should have.

But she could influence his judgment, and make his clone take the initiative to make a "soothing" gesture without any instructions—the hand on the back of her head was not a conscious act of the clone, but rather an instinct that had been done many times before.

It was as if... his divine power "knew" her.

Yun Yi didn't want to think about it any further.

He had already received enough information today, and if he thought about it any further, he was afraid he would come to a conclusion that even he himself couldn't believe.

"Take her back."

The clone nodded and gently lifted the girl from the folding chair.

The girl's arms were still wrapped around the clone's waist, and her face was still buried in the clone's chest. Her posture remained unchanged, as if she had grown onto the clone's body.

The crew members on set reacted with a variety of expressions as they watched this scene.

Someone smiled like an aunt, "This young lady has excellent taste."

Some people looked sour – “Why is she able to get close to Yun Yi?”

Nobody thought there was anything wrong with it.

Production manager Lao Zhou jogged over and asked in a low voice, "Teacher Yun, this young girl... should we call the police?"

"No need, I'll take it back."

Old Zhou glanced at the clone holding the girl, then at Yun Yi's real body, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately didn't ask any more questions:

"Alright, take care on your journey."

Yun Yi nodded and turned to walk towards the parking lot.

The clone followed behind him, carrying the girl. The girl's eyes were still closed, her face buried in the clone's chest, her long black hair fluttering in the wind.

Yunyi's car is a black business van, understated yet classy.

Driver Lao Li was already waiting in the car. When he saw Yun Yi walk over, he got out of the car and opened the door.

Yun Yi let his clone get into the car first, and then he got in himself.

The car door closed, Lao Li started the engine, and the car slowly drove out of the film set.

Yun Yi sat in the back seat, his gaze fixed on the fleeting desert scenery outside the window.

The clone sat next to him, and the girl sat on the clone's lap, snuggling into the clone's arms like a kitten that had found its nest.

The car was quiet, with only the low hum of the engine and the faint sound of air from the air conditioning vents.

The car drove out of the desert and onto the highway.

The view outside the window changed from endless sand dunes to sparse vegetation, and then from sparse vegetation to vast fields of farmland.

Yun Yi turned his gaze from the window to the front.

At the end of the highway, a small town looms in the twilight.

The traffic light at the intersection leading into the city was red.

Old Li stepped on the brakes, and the car slowly came to a stop.

Yun Yi's gaze inadvertently swept over the bus stop on the side of the road.

Then he saw someone.

The person stood in the shadows of the bus stop, wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt with the hood down, revealing an ordinary face that couldn't be more ordinary—the kind of ordinary that you would never find in a crowd.

Ordinary people.

But Yunyi knew he wasn't.

He has killed this "ordinary person" no less than a hundred times.

The "ordinary person" also saw Yunyi's car.

His gaze passed through the car window and met Yun Yi's gaze in the air.

Then his expression changed—it carried a helpless, wry smile, as if saying, "We meet again."

He walked towards the car.

Yunyi rolled down the car window.

"here we go again?"

"here we go again."

"How do you want to die this time?"

"Is it possible to survive?"