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

night.

The cake is finished.

Yun Jin and Yun Yao helped clear the dishes, Yun Jingran sat on the sofa drinking tea, and Shen Ruoqing went to answer the phone.

Yunyi stood alone in front of the French windows, gazing at the night view in the garden.

"Xiao Yi".

Yun Jingran's voice came from behind.

Yun Yi turned around.

Yun Jingran put down her teacup and looked into his eyes.

"There are some things that if you don't tell him, his father won't ask."

"But remember—no matter what happens, this will always be your home."

Yunyi looked at his father.

This man in his fifties, who once only had business in his eyes, now heads the National Security Bureau of China, overseeing tens of thousands of awakened individuals and bearing the security of the entire country on his shoulders.

Even though he is now the number one person in China.

But years of hard work have turned his temples white, wrinkles appear at the corners of his eyes, and calluses have formed on his fingertips, but his eyes are still bright—the bright light of a father looking at his son.

"I know."

Yunyi said.

Yun Jingran nodded and said nothing more.

Three days after his birthday, Yun Yi sensed that the seal was collapsing at an accelerated rate.

The spiritual veins deep within the earth awakened like trapped beasts, frantically pounding against the walls of their cage.

Spiritual energy gushed out from every crack, every pore, and every inch of soil, its concentration soaring at a visible rate.

The world is changing.

Plants grow wildly, animals mutate, and humans awaken.

The air was filled with almost liquid spiritual energy, and with each breath, one could feel the spiritual energy flowing automatically through the meridians.

But the changes are not limited to the concentration of spiritual energy—there are also the "auras" that have been sealed for countless years.

Yun Yi stood in the center of the underground laboratory, closed his eyes, and probed the depths of the earth's veins with his senses.

There, countless auras are awakening.

Some are as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, some as fiery as molten lava, some as cold as ancient ice, and some as violent as world-destroying thunder.

They do not belong to humans.

They are gods—true, ancient gods who have been sealed away for countless years and once held sway over all the laws of this world.

Yun Yi opened his eyes.

In his pupils, gold and silver intertwined.

At the age of eighteen, the myth truly revived.

Every corner of the blue planet felt that tremor at the same instant.

Headquarters of the National Security Bureau, China.

Yun Jingran stood in the center of the huge circular command center, with hundreds of light screens floating in front of him, each broadcasting live footage from different regions.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, the rhythm neither too fast nor too slow, like a precisely running clock.

Yun Jin stood behind him, her gaze quickly sweeping across each screen, filtering, categorizing, and summarizing, reporting in the most concise language:

"In the southwestern mountainous area, the concentration of spiritual energy surged thirtyfold within ten minutes, and seventeen abnormal energy reactions were detected."

Yun Jingran did not turn around.

"Don't report anything exceeding the limit. Only report what you can handle."

Yun Jin paused for a moment, then swiped her finger across the screen a few times.

"In the South China Sea, there are twenty-one abnormal energy reactions, ranging in intensity from level seven to level twelve."

"Where is the intensity highest?"

"The Mangcang Mountains".

Yun Jingran's fingers paused for a moment, then continued tapping. "Understood. Continue monitoring."

The reactions around the world were identical.

In North America, at the Pentagon's underground command center, intelligence analysts are busy in front of screens, filtering, labeling, and classifying massive amounts of data.

The general stood in the center, his expression calm, and asked only one question: "Has any energy reaction come this way?"

The answer is "Not at the moment".

He nodded: "Then let's continue to observe."

Geneva, Europe: An emergency response center converted from an old castle.

Representatives from various countries sat around a round conference table, each with a floating light screen in front of them.

After the chairman announced that "the concentration of spiritual energy has stabilized," everyone began to discuss who should pay for the reconstruction of the city affected by the divine war.

Someone whispered, "Will those gods come again?"

The chairman glanced at him and said, "Whether they come or not is not something you or I can decide."

"But whether or not we can fix the road is up to us."

"Do what you can do first."

Africa, South America, Southeast Asia—in every country, every region, every corner inhabited by humans, the same thing is happening: probe, analyze, assess, and then remain silent.

But not many people panicked.

Because they've seen too much over the years.

God wars, descents, miracles, evil gods, righteous gods—every day is a new day for our understanding.

Humans are far more adaptable than they realize.

Deep within the vast mountains, the stone palace trembled.

One by one, the ancient runes on the stone wall went out, like lamps blown out by the wind.

These runes, sealed for countless years and consuming countless amounts of energy, have finally completed their mission.

In the darkness deep within the stone palace, three orbs of light floated in mid-air—silver-white, golden-red, and silver-gray.

The light was dim, like a candle flame about to burn out, yet it still shone.

Tai Cang's voice came from within the silvery-white light, deep and calm: "The seal has been broken. Faster than expected."

The golden-red light cluster of the Heavenly Dou flashed: "Someone accelerated it."

The silvery-gray light of Tianmu Mountain did not flicker, but simply rotated slowly, like a star wandering in the night sky.

"Those extraterrestrial demons... caused too much commotion, which affected Him, so He accelerated the process."

The tremors in the stone hall grew increasingly violent.

The cracks in the wall went from being as thick as a hair to as thick as a finger, and then from as thick as a finger to as thick as an arm.

Gravel fell from the dome, crashing to the ground and raising clouds of dust.

The three orbs of light still shone brightly in the dust.

Tai Cang's voice rang out again:

"They're gone. They're awake."

Three orbs of light rose simultaneously, drifting towards the top of the stone hall, passing through the collapsed dome, and ascending into the night sky.

In the night sky, countless beams of light rose from all parts of the earth—crimson, deep blue, emerald green, ochre, gold, silver, purple, white—like countless pillars supporting the sky, cutting the night into countless fragments.

Each beam of light is an awakened god, each carrying the power to destroy the world.

Those forces intertwined, collided, and surged in the night sky, and the whole world trembled under their oppressive force.

The light cluster of the Heavenly Dou stared at the pillars of light and remained silent for a long time.

"My old friends have all woken up."

Tai Cang, Tian Dou, and Tian Mu—these three ancient beings, who had awakened before the seal was broken, now floated in the night sky, watching the pillars of light rise one after another, and watching the ancient, incomplete gods who had ruled this world for countless years return one after another.

Huaguo, a coastal city in the south, the underground laboratory of the Yun family villa.

Yun Yi stood in the center, eyes closed, his senses probing deep into the earth's veins.

Countless auras are awakening from all parts of the earth—these are true gods, ancient beings sealed for countless years, who once held sway over all laws.

They varied in strength, but their goal was remarkably consistent: to destroy the world.

Yun Yi opened his eyes, his pupils, a blend of gold and silver, glowing faintly in the darkness.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

It rang once, then the call was connected.

"Did you feel it?" Yun Yi asked.

On the other end of the phone, Ji Wujiu's voice carried an unprecedented solemnity:

"I can feel it."

"They have all died once," Yun Yi said calmly. "What has returned now are not complete gods, but incomplete, insane shells, reduced to nothing but destructive instincts."

Ji Wujiu remained silent.

"How many can you take on?"

Yun Yi did not answer immediately.

He was calculating—with his current accumulated divine power, with the purifying power of Xi Sheng Yuan Tong, with the judgmental authority of Tai Cang Xi Zhi, with the time laws of Wan Su Dao Jun, with the power of the Shepherd of All Things, the Judge of Extreme Winter, the Arbiter of the Blazing Sun, Tian Mu, Tian Dou, and the hundreds of other gods who had "descended"—how many could he possibly defeat?

"Not much, just enough to do our best."