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

Yun Yi stood on the rooftop, his bare feet touching the cold cement floor.

The night wind surged in from the sea, lifting his clothes and ruffling the girl's floral skirt.

He watched as beams of light rose from all corners of the earth—bursting forth from the depths of every mountain, every river, every dense forest, and every city in China.

Crimson, deep blue, emerald green, ochre, gold, silver, purple, white, black.

Countless beams of light pierced the night sky, immersing the entire continent in a dazzling display of light.

Those ancient gods, fragmented, frenzied, and driven only by destructive instincts, that surged from the depths of the earth, were all awakened at this moment.

He waited a long time.

He can only do this once.

Yun Yi withdrew his gaze and turned to the girl beside him.

She was still sitting on the edge of the rooftop, her floral skirt billowing in the night wind, her bare feet dangling over the edge, her toes swaying gently.

Her half-closed eyes gazed at the countless pillars of light rising in the distance, at the gods emerging from all parts of the earth, at this world on the verge of collapse. Her expression remained calm, as if she were watching a rain that had nothing to do with her.

Yun Yi stared at her for a moment, then finally spoke:

"You knew this would happen, didn't you?"

The girl tilted her neck slightly, not answering, but the curve of her lips subtly widened.

Yun Yi stopped asking questions, withdrew his gaze, and turned to walk towards the door to the rooftop.

He took two steps, then stopped without looking back.

"Please take care of my sister."

The night wind carried away his voice, making it very soft, like a sigh broken off in the wind.

The girl didn't turn her head; her eyes remained fixed on the churning sky in the distance.

Underground laboratory.

Yun Yi stood in the center, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

There floated hundreds of luminous beads, each representing a deity he had once portrayed.

And deep within all the luminous beads lies one lying dormant.

It has never been used since the day it was created, like a rough stone buried deep at the bottom of a mine, quietly waiting in the long darkness.

It is not as bright as other light beads.

Yun Yi never descended in this guise—because the time was never right.

The faith that the masses have in Wan Su Dao Jun is so weak that even if he were to forcibly descend, he could only seize a very small portion of the authority and divine power associated with this identity.

That tiny bit of power was enough to deal with ordinary opponents, but it was far from enough to face the hundreds of ancient gods that were now surging out from all over the earth.

What he wanted was not "enough," but "crushing."

There's no need to make the masses believe he is the Lord of Ten Thousand Traces, but rather to make the gods believe him.

Those ancient beings who awakened from the primordial era and once held sway over all the laws of this world, those beings who understood the nature of "gods" better than mortals.

Make them believe that Wan Su Dao Jun is real, supreme, and invincible.

This is the "approval of all beings" that he truly needs.

But how can we convince the gods?

That requires demonstrating absolute power.

It was the kind of power that made all the gods know at first glance that they were not worthy to be his opponents.

This kind of power cannot be faked; it must be real.

At the very least, it has to look real.

Yun Yi opened his eyes.

The pupils, a blend of gilded gold and silver, burned in the darkness, like two ignited stars.

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing upward.

Consciousness emerged from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness and touched the light orb that was buried deep in the bottom layer of the Pantheon and had never been used.

Wan Su Dao Jun.

The light in his palm began to gather.

The light emanated from his palm, like a silent river flowing through every corner of the underground laboratory—enveloping all the screens, workbenches, test tubes, and instruments in a hazy glow.

Where the light passed, time began to slow down.

The battle scenes on the screen appeared sluggish, frame by frame, like a silent film being slowed down infinitely.

Yun Yi turned his palm upwards, and the ball of transparent light danced in his palm like a newborn heart.

Each pulse creates an invisible ripple that spreads in all directions.

Wherever the ripples passed, time seemed to slow down.

The underground laboratory slowed down, the entire villa slowed down, the entire city, the entire continent, the entire world—time was slowing down.

Because Wan Su Dao Jun controls time, because Wan Su Dao Jun is time itself.

When he arrives, time will make way for him; when he passes away, time will pause for him.

Yun Yi sensed the flow of time surging from the depths of the earth, the battles suspended on countless battlefields, and the entire flow of time emanating from hundreds of gods.

Every second was stretched out infinitely in his perception, like a roll of film slowed down ten thousand times, frame by frame, every detail was revealed in exquisite detail.

Tai Cang's halberd hovered in mid-air, its tip just an inch from the chest of a certain deity; on Tian Dou's golden armor, a crack was slowly expanding, its edges blooming like a flower; Tian Mu's silver-gray light cluster was being squeezed by six earth-yellow light pillars, the edges of the pillars already touching the surface of the light cluster.

Every arc of light in battle, every muffled thud of an explosion, every pulse of a god—all were magnified, stretched, and frozen in his perception.

All the gods were frozen in time.

The world fell completely silent at that moment.

Yun Yi took a step forward.

He stood on the void, yet the void did not cause him to fall—time supported him beneath his feet.

He hovered in mid-air, barefoot, wearing black pajamas, his hair blown about by the night wind, looking like an ordinary young man.

But behind him, deep within the dark sky, something was slowly emerging.

Starting from the farthest horizon, it's like an ancient scroll being slowly unfurled.

The stars are moving—not drifting, but retreating, like subjects making way for their ruler.

The Milky Way is spinning—not because of gravity, but as a tribute.

The pillars of light that rose from all parts of the earth and pierced the night sky began to dim—not because they were suppressed, but because they were extinguishing themselves, as they sensed the arrival of something.

Wan Su Dao Jun.

In Yun Yi's sea of ​​consciousness, the deepest pearl of light finally shone brightly.

Like a flower slowly blooming in the morning light, from bud to full bloom, each unfolding petal carries a silent, tranquil, and irreversible power.

This was the first time he had used it, yet it felt as if he had used it countless times before.

Time stood still.

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause by an invisible hand.

Those pillars of light that rose from all over the earth and pierced the night sky hovered in mid-air, like countless nails nailed to the celestial canopy.

Everything came to a standstill.

Only Yunyi was moving.

He walked from the end of the sky, his bare feet stepping on frozen time, each step leaving a faint golden ripple beneath his feet.

Ripples spread in all directions, sweeping over the frozen ancient gods, over the suspended pillars of light, and over the expressions frozen on faces.

The moon-white robe fluttered gently in the still air, its hem embroidered with fine hourglasses, each containing sand that slowly dripped down.

Her platinum blonde hair cascaded down to her waist, each strand shimmering with a soft golden luster.

His face was blurred as if seen through a thin veil; no one could see his features clearly, and no one could remember his appearance—because he was Wan Su Dao Jun, the embodiment of time, the manifestation of the rules of the universe, and an indescribable, ineffable, and unknowable being.

The awakened gods gazed at him, their pupils contracting to their maximum size in the same instant.

A hoarse, trembling voice struggled out from some corner, not loud, but exceptionally clear in the frozen moment:

"Wan Su... Dao Jun?"