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

The last glimmer of light dissipated in the night wind.

Yun Yi stood in the center of the underground laboratory, his eyes closed.

The images transmitted from Xi Sheng Yuan Tong's clone slowly dissipated in his sea of ​​consciousness—the six-year-old figure, exactly like him, turned into warm golden light spots and vanished in the night wind.

He opened his eyes.

The gilded pupils shone for a moment in the darkness before returning to silence.

Yun Yi stood in the center of the laboratory, remained silent for a long time, and then turned and walked towards the worktable.

There were more than a dozen light screens there, each displaying real-time footage of different battlefields.

Silvery-white light burst open frequently in the southwest direction.

The battle in Taicang continues.

The golden-red light was now surrounded by three emerald-green pillars of light in the due south direction.

The silvery-gray light was sandwiched between two yellowish-brown beams of light in the southeast direction.

Tianmu's counterattacks became slower and slower, and the intervals between each attack became longer and longer.

The dark blue sword light flickered on and off.

Wei Changsheng is still fighting, even more frantically than before.

However, the spiritual energy vortex has shrunk by nearly half.

The pale golden spear still pierced the night sky.

The accuracy and power are still there, but the speed is not as good as it used to be.

Yun Yi looked at the light screens, at the figures fighting, and at the pillars of light that were falling and rising.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the edge of the worktable, then withdrew his hand and leaned back in his chair.

He closed his eyes.

It's not the right time yet.

Nearly a third of the pillars of light that rise from all parts of the earth and move in all directions have not yet fully awakened.

Those broken, insane bodies, reduced to nothing but destructive instincts, are still gushing forth from the depths of the earth.

He has to wait.

When all the gods have been restored.

……

On the edge of the Western Desert, in the ruins of the city of Tak.

Ji Wujiu crawled out of a pile of rubble, his left hand hanging at his side, bent at an abnormal angle, the bone dislocated at the elbow joint and broken into several pieces.

The pale golden spear was stuck in the sand ten paces away, its light so dim it was almost invisible.

He grabbed his left arm with his right hand and pulled hard, the sharp cracking sound echoing clearly in the empty ruins.

The joint has been reset.

Then he stood up, walked to the spear, gripped the shaft with his right hand, and pulled it forcefully from the sand.

His gaze swept across the sky—the silvery-white light of Taicang in the southwest was still flashing, but at a much slower frequency than before; the golden-red light of Tiandou in the south had been almost obscured by the three emerald-green pillars of light; the silvery-gray light of Tianmu in the southeast was still there, but had shrunk to a point.

Wei Changsheng's dark blue sword light also dimmed.

Zhou Yan's deep purple spiritual energy vortex became even smaller.

On his side—there were four.

Four beams of emerald green light surrounded him from four directions.

Those were newly awakened tide gods, each carrying the power to submerge a city.

Four pairs of murky eyes, consumed by destructive instincts, stared at him simultaneously from four directions, like four hungry wolves eyeing a prey that was about to die.

Ji Wujiu gripped the spear tightly, and a slow smile curved his lips.

His gaze passed over the four emerald green beams and looked towards the more distant south.

That's the direction of China, the direction where Yun Yi is.

He was wondering—why hadn't that person made a move yet?

Ji Wujiu certainly didn't think Yun Yi would be a coward.

But the situation on the battlefield was already extremely urgent.

If Yun Yi doesn't make a move soon, the three native gods, Taicang, Tiandou, and Tianmu, might not be in much trouble, but Wei Changsheng and Zhou Yan won't be able to hold out for long.

As for himself?

He didn't really care.

Although there aren't many clones left behind, there are definitely some.

Even if this "self" dies here, another "him" in another place will still wake up and continue to live.

The only question is—given the other party's strength, shouldn't they have avoided this situation?

Ji Wujiu sighed.

Having been a privileged person for so many years, what storms haven't he seen?

This isn't the first time they've been treated like a discarded pawn.

But the problem is—if Yun Yi doesn't take action soon, these gods are truly going to destroy the world.

It doesn't matter whether he lives or dies.

But his clone is still on this continent, and the little wealth he has painstakingly accumulated is still on this continent.

He didn't want to find everything gone after he was resurrected.

He looked at the four approaching emerald green beams of light, took a deep breath, and held his spear horizontally in front of him.

"Alright. I'll hold out a little longer. Until you make your move."

The voice was very soft, as if talking to oneself.

Then he took a step forward.

The pale golden spear drew an arc in the night sky and smashed into the nearest emerald green pillar of light.

With a loud "boom," the beam of light shook violently, but it did not shatter.

In the South China Sea, an unnamed island reef was leveled by the aftermath of a battle.

Wei Changsheng stood in the center of the reef, his body covered in wounds.

Blood streamed down his forehead, obscuring his left eye.

His clothes had been torn into strips, and his exposed skin was covered with charred marks from the divine power.

He gripped the dark blue longsword in his right hand.

The light on the sword had dimmed considerably, but it was still shining—like a lamp swaying in a storm, it would continue to shine as long as it hadn't gone out.

Three pillars of light stood before him.

Three paths.

Emerald green, earthy yellow, and crimson.

Three deities.

Each one of them is better than him.

But he was still standing.

It wasn't because he couldn't win or was unwilling to retreat, but because he never liked being a coward.

In contrast, he preferred a battle to the death.

He raised his longsword and pointed it at the three emerald green beams of light.

A deep blue sword light surged from the blade, brighter, denser, and more frenzied than before.

He is burning his soul.

He was burning himself out—releasing all the repressed, restrained impulses he had suppressed in order to survive.

Regardless of the consequences, the cost, or even life and death.

In the distant sky, Zhou Yan was locked in combat with a deep blue ice and snow god.

He noticed the commotion on Wei Changsheng's side.

His deep purple pupils contracted slightly.

That madman, fighting three gods single-handedly?

And they're getting crazier the more they fight?

Zhou Yan forced back the God of Ice and Snow in front of him with a sword strike, then his figure turned in mid-air and landed on another island not far from Wei Changsheng.

Looking at Wei Changsheng's wounds and those eyes burning with madness, he couldn't help but speak:

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Wei Changsheng turned his head, his face covered in blood, his left eye was covered, but his right eye shone like two burning stars.

"It's a fake world, so let's just die."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a kind of madness that had been suppressed for too long and was finally being released.

"Anyway, I'm going to fight to my heart's content. Dying on the battlefield wouldn't be a loss."

Zhou Yan was taken aback.

He looked into Wei Changsheng's eyes, burning with madness, at the blood still gushing from the wound, and at the dim yet still gleaming dark blue longsword.

Then the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Fine. If you're not afraid, why should I be?"

Zhou Yan gripped the short knife tightly in his hand.

The deep purple vortex of spiritual energy re-condensed in his palm, becoming denser, brighter, and more violent than before.

"Let's have a good fight."

He took a step, his figure disappearing from the reef, rushing towards the deep blue pillar of light.

At that very moment, beams of light lit up across the country.

Rising simultaneously from the depths of every mountain, every river, every forest, and every city.

Crimson, deep blue, turquoise, ochre, gold, silver, purple, white, black—countless beams of light pierced the night sky, enveloping the entire continent in a kaleidoscope of colors.

The incomplete, frenzied gods, driven only by the instinct for destruction, that surged forth from the depths of the earth—all awakened at this moment.

Yun Yi stood on the rooftop, his bare feet on the cold cement floor, watching the pillars of light rise from all over the country.

As you count them one by one, the numbers become irrelevant.

Those pillars of light rose from all parts of the earth, awakening everything from the depths of every mountain, every river, every forest, and every city in China.

He waited a long time.

The moment has finally arrived.

All the gods appeared.