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

Yun Yi didn't think much of it, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

The girl tilted her head again, her half-closed eyes still looking lazy, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

She seemed to be enjoying the moment—the night breeze, the starlight, the distant battle, the person sitting beside her, everything was just right.

Just as Yun Yi was about to say something, he suddenly frowned, turned his gaze from the distant sky to the due north.

An aura is approaching.

But Yun Yi's brows furrowed even more—he recognized the aura.

It was exactly the same as his Xisheng Yuantong clone, without the slightest difference.

Xi Sheng Yuan Tong.

This is a true myth in the real sense.

Yun Yi remained silent for a moment.

strangeness.

When other gods awaken, the commotion is enormous—pillars of light shoot into the sky, the world changes color, and spiritual energy surges, as if they want the whole world to know that they have returned.

However, there were no unusual phenomena when this aura appeared.

There was no beam of light, no vibration, no surge of spiritual energy, and even the wind remained unchanged.

He arrived so quietly, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, without causing a ripple.

What's even stranger is that he's moving.

The other awakened gods are indiscriminately destroying everything, leaving nothing but barren land in their wake.

He did not.

He moved toward China at a moderate pace, along a straight route, with a clear goal—as if he were looking for something or someone.

Yun Yi stood up and stepped barefoot onto the concrete floor of the rooftop.

Yun Yao sensed his movement and turned her head: "Little brother?"

"It's nothing. I'll go downstairs for a bit."

Yun Yao glanced at him, then at the still-exploding battle lights in the distance, and nodded without asking any further questions: "Be careful."

Yun Yi turned and walked towards the door of the rooftop, but stopped after taking two steps and looked back at the girl who was still sitting on the edge of the rooftop.

She still squinted at the distant sky, her floral skirt fluttering gently in the night breeze.

He didn't say anything more, turned around and walked into the stairwell.

Underground laboratory.

Yun Yi stood in the center, and Xi Sheng Yuan Tong's clone emerged from the void.

Short platinum blonde hair, gilded pupils, moon-white divine robe, bare feet, surrounded by a faint, warm golden morning light.

Just like in the movie, just like on the poster, just like the little god that countless people believe in.

Yun Yi looked at the clone, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke:

"Go."

Xi Shengyuan nodded and disappeared from the laboratory.

China, northern border.

A desolate, uninhabited wilderness.

Moonlight filtered through the clouds, casting long shadows of pebbles and withered grass across the dry riverbed.

A figure stood in the middle of the riverbed, barefoot on the cold pebbles.

A six-year-old child.

His platinum blonde short hair shimmered with a faint silver luster under the moonlight, and his skin was so white it was almost transparent, revealing tiny bluish veins near his temples.

Her golden pupils were clear and bright, like two gems washed clean by moonlight.

The moon-white divine robe, with patterns of newly sprouting buds embroidered on the hem, shimmered faintly in the moonlight.

He was surrounded by a very faint warm golden halo, so faint that it was almost invisible, like a lamp about to burn out.

He stood on the riverbed, looking up at the night sky, at the exploding battle lights, the falling gods, and the collapsing pillars of light.

His expression was calm.

He was so calm that it didn't seem like he had just awakened from a seal that had lasted for countless years; so calm that it didn't seem like the world-destroying command etched deep into his soul was tearing his consciousness apart.

He just stood there and watched.

A warm golden light shone silently from the night sky behind him, like the first ray of sunlight on the horizon before dawn.

Xi Sheng Yuan Tong's clone emerged from the light.

Her moon-white divine robes fluttered gently in the night breeze, and her short, platinum-gold hair was lifted by the wind, revealing her smooth forehead.

His gilded pupils gazed at the six-year-old child in the middle of the riverbed, and he remained silent for a moment.

Two figures, exactly the same.

The same platinum blonde short hair, the same gilded pupils, the same moon-white divine robe, the same bare feet, the same warm golden halo.

Like two sides of a mirror.

The child's gaze shifted from the night sky to the figure before him that looked exactly like himself.

He stared at it for a long time.

From the other person's face I saw the divine robe, from the divine robe I saw the halo around them, and from the halo I saw those golden pupils.

Those eyes held something he lacked—no weariness, no struggle, no deep-seated pain from being torn apart for countless years by the order to destroy the world.

There was light in those eyes.

Pure, warm, and full of life.

The child looked down at his hands.

Those hands were small, with long, slender fingers and neatly trimmed nails.

But those hands were trembling slightly.

The command to destroy the world was tearing at the depths of his consciousness.

He tried to suppress that command, and he had been suppressing it since the moment he awoke.

He used all his strength, all his will, all his clarity—but he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

He looked up at his clone.

His lips moved, his voice hoarse and soft:

"Who are you?"

The clone looked at him, the child's figure reflected in its golden pupils, and after a moment of silence, it spoke:

"I am Xi Sheng Yuan Tong."

The child did not object.

He sensed it.

The figure before him possessed the same authority and power as him, even down to the smallest, most subtle features of that authority that only he himself noticed.

This is not imitation, not theft, but a kind of "copying" that he cannot understand.

He is the same as him, a real and complete Xi Sheng Yuan Tong.

The child's gaze passed over the clone and looked south.

That land, bathed in warm golden light, is the authority of Xi Sheng Yuan Tong—to protect it.

That golden light curtain, which has never dissipated since the revival of spiritual energy, is the authority of Xi Sheng Yuan Tong.

It's even stronger than his.

She is purer than him.

He is closer to the essence of Xisheng Yuantong than he is.

He protected this world.

In ancient times, before it was sealed, before it was cursed, before it was torn apart by the order to destroy the world.

He has protected every village, every city, and every piece of land.

His light once covered the entire earth, and his authority once protected countless lives.

But that was a long time ago, so long ago that he could hardly remember it.

The command to destroy the world tugged at the depths of his consciousness once more, more violently than before.

His body swayed.

The pale golden halo on the moon-white divine robe dimmed for a moment, then lit up again—darker than before, like a lamp swaying precariously in the wind.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the order once again.

Then he looked up at his clone, and a smile slowly curved his lips.

"You resemble Xi Sheng Yuan Tong more than I do."

The sound was very soft.

"My protection vanished the moment it was shrouded in the desire to destroy the world."

He paused, then looked down at his hands.

Those hands were no longer just trembling; the fingertips were gradually becoming transparent, like a piece of melting ice.

"But I really can't control myself."

"The command to destroy the world is etched deep within my soul, from the moment I was resurrected."

"I've been suppressing it for a long time, ever since I woke up."

"But I can't hold it in any longer."

He raised his head, his golden eyes gazing at his clone.

There is light inside, but it is not divine light; it is something more fragile, more fleeting, and more like a final burst of light.

"Kill me."

He said his voice was as calm as if he were asking for a trivial matter.

"I am no longer the real me."

"I beg you, kill me."

The wilderness fell silent.

Moonlight filtered through the clouds, illuminating two identical figures and casting long, long shadows.

The clone's golden pupils stared at him, remaining silent for a long time.

He saw the light in the child's eyes.

That was not the radiance of a god, but the light of a soul imprisoned for countless years finally seeing liberation.

When the command to destroy the world finally took over his consciousness, Xi Sheng Yuan Tong died completely.

What is alive is merely a mad, destructive shell disguised as Xi Sheng Yuan Tong.

The clone's lips curved slightly.

"it is good."

The child's eyes lit up.

"Thanks."

The clone raises its right hand, palm facing up.

A warm golden light gathered in his palm.

It's not big, and it's not dazzling, like the first ray of sunlight on the horizon before dawn.

The child looked at the light in his palm and remained silent for a moment.

"Those battles outside..."

He didn't finish speaking.

"It will end."

The theory of clones.

The child nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He looked at that warm golden light as if it were something long lost, something that once belonged to him.

Then he closed his eyes.

Warm golden light emanated from the clone's palm, like a warm stream flowing over a dry riverbed, over cold pebbles, and over the child's body.

Wherever the light passed, the child's body began to turn into specks of light.

Starting from the fingertips, inch by inch, like dandelions scattered by the wind.

He just stood there, eyes closed, a slight smile on his lips.

It's like having a wonderful dream.

The clone's gilded pupils stared at him silently.

He spoke before his last shred of consciousness faded away.

"Thank you."