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

South China Sea, private island, underground secret room.

Wei Changsheng opened his eyes.

The pale blue light of the spirit core shone on his thin face, which was slightly bluish.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the ground twice.

The air in front of them distorted, and a figure emerged from the void.

Tianmu.

White hair, hunched back, wrinkles like a dried-up riverbed covering his face.

But those eyes were clearer than when we last met, like two pieces of ancient jade that had been polished, radiating a warm and profound luster.

"Did you see it?" Wei Changsheng asked.

"I saw it." Tianmu's voice was still hoarse, but there was something more indescribable about it than before—like interest, or like vigilance.

"Five clones."

"A physical body at the peak of the Void Refinement stage, and spiritual energy fluctuations at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage."

"The spiritual energy fluctuations are fake; in modern terms, they're special effects."

"But the physical body is real."

"A physical body at the peak of the Void Refinement stage is more than enough to roam freely in this world where spiritual energy has just begun to recover."

"Who do you think he is?" Wei Changsheng asked.

Tianmu rolled her eyes at him: "Isn't he an extraterrestrial demon like you? You're asking me?"

Wei Changsheng shook his head: "Although we are both demons from beyond the heavens, I may not know as much about his situation as you do."

Tianmu was silent for a moment: "According to you, he followed the path of science and technology, while also cultivating immortality."

"Now that the opponent has displayed a physical body at the peak of the Void Refinement stage, if his technological path has also developed destructive weapons... the danger level is probably that he could reach the Immortal Integration realm you mentioned."

Wei Changsheng did not answer.

He had come into contact with this person with authority before, and even killed him a few times, but the other party was clearly weak in technology—yet now he has revealed a physical body at the peak of the Void Refinement stage.

"Why don't you go and test the waters?" Wei Changsheng asked.

Tianmu glanced at him: "No need."

She paused, her cloudy eyes looking at Wei Changsheng: "As for you, how's the absorption of those spiritual veins going?"

Wei Changsheng's lips curved slightly: "Soon."

Tianmu looked at his smile and didn't ask any more questions.

The figure began to fade from the edges, gradually merging into the air, like a painting soaked in water, the colors slowly spreading, the outline gradually blurring, and finally disappearing completely.

……

The North, the Ice Plains.

Deep inside the research vessel, in the laboratory.

Zhou Yan stood in front of the wall covered with world maps, his finger lightly tracing the map: Castro, China, the North, the South China Sea, and the Western Desert.

Five points, five beams of light, five "evil gods".

His finger stopped at the point in the western desert and tapped it twice.

"boring."

He turned and walked towards the incubation chamber.

The nutrient solution has been refilled, and the pale blue liquid flows slowly inside the cabin wall, refracting a dim light.

He took off his clothes and immersed himself naked in the warm nutrient solution.

The hatch slowly closed.

Zhou Yan curled up, like a fetus in the womb.

Consciousness sank deep into the depths, touching that black crystal.

A faint red glow flashed across the surface of the crystal, like a twinkling star in the distant sky.

……

Huaguo, a coastal city in the south.

The Yun family villa, underground laboratory.

Yun Yi sat at his worktable, with more than a dozen light screens floating in front of him.

Each screen is displaying different content—live news, social media, government announcements, and international forums.

All the scenes are telling the same thing: those five "evil gods".

In the image, the "Destroyer of Worlds" stands in the center of a dark red pillar of light, with six pairs of dark red wings unfolding behind him, and countless distorted faces screaming and roaring on the wings.

The Lord of Eternal Winter was surrounded by a blizzard, enveloping the entire northern ice plains in sub-zero temperatures.

The "Tide Master" manipulates 100-meter-high waves, crashing against uninhabited islands and reefs in the South China Sea with deafening roars.

Beneath the feet of the "Lord of the Abyss" lies endless quicksand, which has swallowed up an abandoned ancient city in the Western Desert.

The "Throne of the Flame Demon" is surrounded by lava and black smoke, doubling the size of the crater of the Japanese volcano.

The world is gripped by unprecedented panic.

Social media is flooded with topics such as "doomsday," "Ragnarok," and "apocalyptic prophecy."

Some people hoarded food and water, some fled to the deep mountains and forests, and some knelt in churches to pray day and night.

Governments around the world reacted in unison—emergency meetings, military deployments, seeking help from newly awakened practitioners, and then silence.

Because all they could do in the face of these "gods" was remain silent.

Yunyi turned off the light screen and leaned back in his chair.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

It rang twice, and then the other end answered.

"Releasing five at once, in such a hurry?"

"Or are you testing my limits?"

On the other end of the phone, Ji Wujiu's voice immediately came through, filled with obvious anxiety:

"Brother... I really didn't mean that."

"I'm really anxious."

"Those gods are about to revive, and it's too late to cultivate now. The only hope is to force you to rise to the top."

"You know my current situation—what I fear most are those mindless, world-destroying guys, and unfortunately, these people actually have that ability."

"Moreover, making such a commotion will definitely attract the attention of those hunters and other privileged individuals."

"I don't know if those with authority will take action, but the hunters almost certainly will."

"So I'll make several, as long as one of them succeeds, that's enough."

Yun Yi remained silent for a while, seemingly acknowledging his statement, and did not pursue the matter further.

He only said one sentence: "Since that's the case, let's make it even bigger."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Ji Wujiu's laughter.

"it is good."

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Yunyi hung up the phone and placed it on the worktable.

He stood up from his chair, walked to the open space in the center of the laboratory, and stood there.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

He opened his eyes, and golden light shimmered in his pupils.

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing up.

A wisp of consciousness separated from the sea of ​​consciousness, like a seed falling into the palm of the hand, taking root, sprouting, and blossoming.

Golden light gathered in his palm, gradually solidifying, shaping, and taking form from a blurry cloud of light—

A figure emerged from the light.

She wore a moon-white robe and had long, platinum-gold hair that reached her waist.

A faint golden halo surrounded him, like a thin mist in the morning light, hazy and warm.

His pupils were light gold, paler than Xi Sheng Yuan Tong's gilded amber color, and closer to the color of sunlight.

He held a shepherd's staff in his hand, its shaft entwined with new vines and flowers, and topped with a milky-white gem that emitted a soft glow.

Shepherd of all things.

The god of pasture who governs life, growth, reproduction, and harvest.

The first clone stepped out and stood quietly in the open space, waiting.

Yunyi did not stop.

He raised his left hand, fingers spread, palm facing up.

The second wisp of consciousness fell into the palm of his hand.

Blue light coalesced—and a second figure emerged.

He wore a dark blue robe, had short silver hair, a cold and aloof expression, and a sense of detachment that kept people at a distance.

It was surrounded by fine ice crystals that refracted a rainbow of colors in the air.

His pupils were deep blue, like the darkest corner of the deep sea.

There was a silver-white line on the back of his right hand, like a crack in ice, exuding a chilling coldness.