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

On the other end of the phone, Ji Wujiu took a deep breath.

"OK."

"Then I'll go with you. I can't run away anyway."

"Can we fight?" Yun Yi asked, somewhat doubtful.

In his memory, apart from having many clones, the opponent's combat strength was not particularly strong.

Ji Wujiu remained silent for a moment before speaking: "If I only rely on clones, I won't be able to obtain the authority."

He didn't say it all outright, but he said enough.

Yun Yi nodded and hung up the phone.

In the night sky, the pillars of light that rose from all over the earth began to move.

The crimson beam of light points westward—towards the volcanoes of Japan.

The deep blue color points northward—towards the northern ice plains.

The emerald green color points southward—towards the South China Sea.

The earthen-yellow color points westward—towards the Western Desert.

Golden, silver, purple, white—beams of light moved in every direction, and deities descended in every direction.

Their destination was not a particular city, country, or continent, but the entire world.

Volcanoes in Japan.

A crimson beam of light fell from the horizon, and a lava column thousands of meters high erupted from the crater.

At the top of the lava pillar, a figure appeared and disappeared—surrounded by crimson flames, but those flames had no heat, only destruction.

His pupils were dark red, like congealed blood clots.

He didn't look at the volcano beneath his feet, nor at the city in the distance. He simply stood there, feeling the surging, fragmented, and frenzied power within him, and a slow smile curved his lips.

"I'm back," he said. "It's time for the world to restart."

The northern ice plains.

The moment the deep blue beam of light fell, the temperature of the entire ice field plummeted by fifty degrees.

The ice layer cracked on the surface, and deep blue ice—a substance colder than any known substance—gushed from the cracks.

A figure emerged from the pillar of light, its entire body covered in ice crystals, each step leaving deep cracks on the ice surface.

He looked up towards the south—a direction filled with warmth, life, and light.

South China Sea.

A turquoise beam of light rose from the depths of the trench, and the sea began to boil—not from being heated, but from being stirred by some ancient force.

A figure rises from the seabed, surrounded by dark green waterspouts, where countless marine creatures struggle, die, and decay.

He stood atop the giant wave, gazing towards the prosperous continent to the north.

Europe, Africa, the Americas—on every continent, in every ocean, in every mountain range, at every spiritual energy node, beams of light move and deities descend.

They were once the masters of this world, the gods of this world, and also the destroyers of this world.

They are back.

It's not about saving, it's about ending.

Above the vast mountains of China.

Tai Cang, Tian Dou, and Tian Mu floated in the night sky, watching the pillars of light move in all directions.

The silvery-white light in the sky flickered. "They've begun."

The golden-red orb of light in the sky silently watched those receding pillars of light—they were moving towards places with life, civilization, and hope.

Those directions were the directions they once protected, and those lives were the lives they once sheltered.

But at this moment, they just watched.

"So this time, you still choose destruction?" Tianmu's voice came from the silver-gray light, as calm as if she were asking about the weather.

Tian Dou remained silent for a long time, his voice hoarse: "So what if we're destroyed? After destruction, where will we go?"

The silver light emanating from Tai Cang dimmed for a moment. "Yes. After destruction, we will lose all meaning."

Tianmu said, "But even if we don't do it, our instincts will drive us to do it. After all, the old us are dead, and the new us are just occupying the old bodies."

Tai Cang did not answer.

Because he didn't know the answer either.

Like Tian Dou and Tian Mu, he was a god who had died once, a flawed, insane being left with only the instinct for destruction.

Like them, the moment he awoke, he felt an uncontrollable urge within him to end everything.

But he didn't move.

It wasn't because He didn't want to, but because He was watching—watching those pillars of light, watching those awakened gods, watching the impending end of this world.

Then he saw a familiar figure.

That was him in the past—the one who fought for the world.

He who has not yet died, has not yet been cursed, and has not yet been reduced to nothing but the instinct to destroy.

He was the one who would personally descend to the battlefield for a war among mortals, split mountains to bring water to a village suffering from drought, and travel thousands of miles to deliver timely rain for a child's prayer.

The silvery-white light of Tai Cang dimmed for a moment.

"He's more like me than I used to be." The voice was very soft.

Tian Dou didn't look at him.

The golden-red orb simply watched silently as the pillars of light moved in all directions across the night sky.

Among those pillars of light were his "kin"—ancient beings who held sway over war, courage, and victory.

He could sense the frantic, uncontrollable urge within them to end everything.

That impulse was also within him, ever since he awoke, like a caged beast that had been imprisoned for countless years, frantically pounding against the walls of its cage.

But he didn't move.

Because He is watching—that “Destiny” who is huddled in the basement of a villa in southern China, wearing a floral dress, barefoot, with half-open eyes.

He is "looking" at this world, at the awakened gods, at the pillars of light moving in all directions, and at the impending end of this world.

Taicang withdrew his "gaze".

"He will not stop them."

Tian Dou asked, "Why?"

"I don't know." Taicang's voice was as calm as stating a fact. "But I do know that when this world comes to an end, He will take back everything, end all cause and effect, and then wait for the next cycle of reincarnation."

"A new world will be born from the ruins, and a new destiny will be formed from the void."

"He will not stop these gods, because in His eyes these gods are not destroyers—but cleaners."

Tian Dou fell silent.

Tianmu also fell silent.

Above the ruins of the stone palace, three dim orbs of light floated in the night breeze.

Starlight peeked through the gaps in the clouds, shining on them like three lamps about to go out.

The silvery-white light in the sky suddenly brightened—not the kind of light that was provoked, touched, or ignited by something, but a very calm light, like the light after a decision has been made.

"I'm not going to be a cleaner," he said.

The golden-red light cluster around the Heavenly Dou flickered slightly. "I won't take it either."

The silvery-gray light of Tianmu Mountain slowly rotated.

"I've died once, I don't want to die a second time."

"But if I have to die, I'd rather die protecting this world than destroying it."

Three orbs of light lit up simultaneously.

Silver-white, golden-red, and silver-gray lights intertwined in the night sky, like three long-dormant dragons finally opening their eyes.

Tai Cang's voice came from the end of the sky: "Then let's fight one more time."

Tian Dou's voice followed closely: "Finished fighting?"

Tai Cang remained silent.

What happens after the fight is over?

They will still go mad, they will still revert to that madness where only the instinct for destruction remains, and they will still become one of those pillars of light moving in all directions.

This is a curse—an unchangeable destiny etched deep into their souls from the moment they were resurrected.

"...We'll talk after we've finished fighting," Taicang said.