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

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then he "reclaimed" all his clones.

The consciousness of each clone returns to the original body at the same instant, like rivers flowing into the sea, like birds returning to their nests—countless pieces of information, memories, and emotions flood into the sea of ​​consciousness simultaneously.

He discovered that he was not the original entity.

It wasn't that he discovered any irrefutable evidence, but rather that he realized he was the one among his many clones who had awakened an independent will.

A clone like him is a low-probability event.

But the fact that he has awakened an independent consciousness proves his talent.

This also proves that from the moment he became aware of it, he could call himself the true being.

The price is that when a truly momentous event occurs, and all the other individuals are unable to make a decision, someone with a truly awakened independent will must step forward to take responsibility.

At this moment, the original entity, whose whereabouts are unknown, did not step forward—perhaps it was already dead, or perhaps it mistook itself for a clone.

Regardless, now that he has awakened to his independent consciousness, he must stand up.

As he retracted his clone, his cultivation level skyrocketed—from the peak of the Golden Core stage to the early, middle, and late stages of the Nascent Soul stage, and then to the early, middle, and late stages of the Deity Transformation stage.

It's still rising.

None of those clones had high cultivation levels; the strongest was only at the early Nascent Soul stage.

But when they all return and overlap, quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

Peak of Nascent Soul, early stage of Void Refinement, middle stage, late stage, peak stage — then early stage of Tribulation Transcending, middle stage, late stage, peak stage.

When he stopped, Ji Wujiu's cultivation level was at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage.

He looked down at his hands, clenched his fists, and felt the unprecedented power surging within him. A smile slowly curved his lips.

It was a proud, somewhat arrogant laugh that belonged only to those with authority.

"I thought it would be much harder."

He looked up at the pillars of light in the sky.

"I wonder if the gods of this world can grant me this moment of satisfaction."

With a single step, his figure vanished from the rooftop and reappeared thousands of meters in the air.

Looking down at the earth—the land is shattered, and life is devastated.

Countless gods are wreaking havoc, and countless mortals are fleeing.

Ji Wujiu took a deep breath and burst into laughter.

Laughter came down from the sky, spreading throughout the city and across the land.

Come on!

His voice echoed at the edge of the sky, like a war drum being struck.

"Weren't you going to destroy the world?!"

"Come on!!!"

A beam of emerald green light shot towards him.

He raised his right hand, and a spear forged from pure spiritual energy condensed in his palm, which he then hurled.

The spear pierced through the pillar of light, and the god within it let out a scream.

Then came a furious rage—before he was fully awake and his power had fully returned, he burst out of the pillar of light and charged toward Ji Wujiu.

Wei Changsheng, Zhou Yan, and Ji Wujiu.

As an extraterrestrial demon that was meant to destroy this world—

But at this moment, he chose to save the world.

……

Huaguo, a coastal city in the south.

The rooftop of the Yun family villa.

The night wind blew in from the sea, carrying the salty smell and the aftershocks of a battle in the distance.

Yunyi pushed open the rooftop door and stepped barefoot onto the cold cement floor.

Two people were sitting on the rooftop.

A woman wearing a floral dress, barefoot, with her long black hair blown about by the wind, sat on the concrete railing at the edge of the rooftop, her legs dangling over the edge, her toes gently twitching in the night air.

Her eyes were still half-closed, but compared to before, they were much more open.

Those pale eyes, with pupils almost invisible, gazed at the distant sky, at the moving pillars of light, and at the figures engaged in battle.

Another woman, dressed in a light blue dress, with long hair draped over her shoulders and tied in a ponytail, leaned against the rooftop railing with both hands.

Yun Yao.

Yun Yi walked behind them without saying a word, simply standing there and looking at the distant sky with them.

A silvery-white light exploded in the southwest direction; that was Tai Cang.

A golden-red light shone in the due south direction; that was the Heavenly Dipper.

A silvery-gray light flowed in the southeast direction; that was Tianmu Mountain.

There were also three beams of light that did not belong to them—a dark blue sword light, belonging to Wei Changsheng.

The deep purple vortex of spiritual energy belonged to Zhou Yan.

The pale gold spear belonged to Ji Wujiu.

Six beams of light, six battlefields, six battles.

But as more and more gods awaken, the light of battle grows ever brighter.

The side protecting the Blue Star still holds the upper hand.

Yun Yao's voice came from the front, very softly, as if afraid of disturbing something:

"Little brother, what are those?"

"god."

Yunyi said.

"And who are they fighting?"

"A god on the verge of losing himself, and a demon from beyond the heavens."

Yun Yao fell silent.

In the distance, another emerald green pillar of light exploded, turning into countless specks of light—once again, another god had fallen in the realm of divine resurrection.

Yun Yao stared at the points of light, remained silent for a moment, and then asked an unrelated question:

"Little brother, are you a god too?"

The rooftop was quiet for a moment.

Yun Yi looked at the battle lights in the distance, at the gods who were falling, and at the pillars of light that were collapsing.

Then he spoke.

"I am not a god. I am a human being."

Yun Yao turned around and looked at Yun Yi.

Her eighteen-year-old brother was already a head taller than her. He was wearing black pajamas, his hair was messed up by the night wind, and the light from the streetlights cast a long shadow on him.

His face was calm, with a slight curve at the corners of his mouth—a smile that would reassure his family. But at that moment, there was too much churning in his eyes, like something enormous slowly moving beneath the unfathomable surface of the sea.

She stared at it for a long time, then smiled.

Without asking any further questions, he turned back to continue looking at the distant sky.

Yunyi walked to the edge of the rooftop and sat down on the other side of the girl.

Barefoot, they dangled outside the fence, their toes dangling gently in the night air.

The girl tilted her head slightly, her half-closed eyes still listless, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

Then she slightly turned her body, as if gesturing for him to come and sit down.

Yun Yi turned his head to look at her.

Actually, he didn't get involved; he mainly wanted to see how Destiny would react.

After all, this is clearly a group of resurrected evil gods who want to destroy the world, and as the destiny of this world, they should stop them.

But looking at him like this, why does he seem so indifferent?

Is this truly the destiny of this world?

Yunyi expressed some doubt.

He looked at her for a moment, but couldn't read any answer from her half-closed face, so he looked away.

The night wind rose from the sea, carrying the aftershocks of a distant battle.

Silvery-white light burst open frequently on the southwest horizon, each burst accompanied by a slight tremor of the earth.

The battle in Taicang continues, and there is more than one opponent.

The awakened gods were like springs gushing from the earth, endlessly—kill one and two more would appear, kill two and four more would appear.

The situation is the same for Tian Dou and Tian Mu.

Their opponents grew more numerous, stronger, and more frenzied with each battle.

Those incomplete gods, reduced to nothing but the instinct for destruction.

Their sole purpose in existence is destruction—even at the cost of their own destruction.

Wei Changsheng, Zhou Yan, and Ji Wujiu were in no better situation.

A cultivator who has transcended tribulation is a giant in any era, but when facing those ancient beings who have awakened from the ancient times, transcending tribulation is merely reaching the threshold.

They've already lived up to their status as authorized users by surviving this long.

Yun Yi stared at the glowing lights of the battle, remaining silent.

However, he was somewhat curious—besides Ji Wujiu, who could freely expose himself because of his many clones, why did the other two dare to do the same?