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

No one answered.

Because no response is required.

The pale gold figure stood there quietly, which in itself was the answer to everything.

The awakened gods gazed at the figure, at the blurry, faceless face, at the moon-white robe embroidered with hourglasses, at the bare feet treading on frozen time, and at the faint golden ripples spreading outwards in all directions.

Their consciousness went completely blank at that moment.

Wan Su Dao Jun.

In mythology, the supreme being who governs the laws of time, the origin of all things, the source of all laws, and the foundation of all existence.

His legends are far too vast and absurd compared to those of other gods.

Although his myths have been passed down through the ages, none of these ancient gods have ever seen him in person; they only regard him as a myth of the god among gods.

But now.

The myths and legends of their pantheon were now standing right before them.

"Impossible..." another voice rang out, hoarse and dry, filled with disbelief.

"Wan Su Dao Jun is just a legend... a myth... a fiction... He doesn't exist... He never existed..."

His voice trailed off as the pale gold figure turned her head and glanced at him.

Just one glance.

The god began to tremble, starting from his fingertips, inch by inch, shaking like a leaf.

He has lived through countless eras, yet he has never seen Wan Su Dao Jun, because he never existed.

But at this moment, he stands here, freezing everything in time.

As the gods gazed at Yun Yi, the destructive instinct in their eyes was gradually being replaced by something else—confusion, shock, disbelief, and a faint hope that even they themselves were unaware of.

If Wan Su Dao Jun truly exists, is there still salvation for this world?

So, are they also redeemed?

Yun Yi didn't look at them, but continued walking.

Barefoot, I tread across frozen time, past those suspended pillars of light, across those frozen faces, past those gods who are falling and those who are rising.

He stopped when he reached the skies above China.

He looked down at the land beneath his feet, which he had protected for many years with the authority of Xisheng Yuantong.

Those mountains and rivers shattered in the war of gods, those lands torn apart by pillars of light, those cities that collapsed in destruction.

He saw coastal cities destroyed by giant waves, northern villages buried by blizzards, volcanic islands swallowed by lava, and ancient western cities swallowed by quicksand.

He extended his right hand.

Tall, fair-skinned, and with well-defined joints, she resembled a meticulously crafted vessel.

Palms facing up, fingers slightly spread.

Deep within his consciousness, the life law he had gleaned from the leaf of the World Tree quietly began to light up.

Those were high-dimensional laws that he had comprehended from the leaves of the World Tree before he came to this world, laws that transcended this world.

It had never been used before.

Not only because their strength was insufficient, but also because using power beyond the laws of this world required paying a considerable price.

And there is a very high probability that it will attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao of this world.

But at this moment, in order to truly convince these gods...

The most effective way is to demonstrate power that exceeds the limits of their understanding.

Only in this way can they be completely convinced that he is Wan Su Dao Jun.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Yun Yi's lips.

However, it was obscured by the blur of its face and was never revealed.

He frowned slightly.

The cost of using power beyond this world far exceeded his expectations.

Even with the power of hundreds of gods bestowed upon him, he still suffered considerable internal injuries.

A pale green light emanated from his palm.

The light spread out softly, like the first rays of dawn at the beginning of creation.

It swept past the frozen gods, past the suspended pillars of light, past the solidified faces—and then continued to spread, sweeping past shattered mountains and rivers, past coastal cities destroyed by giant waves, past northern villages buried by blizzards, past volcanic islands swallowed by lava, and past ancient western cities submerged by quicksand.

Where the light passed, there was no restoration, no healing, no rebirth.

Instead, there is a complete, absolute, and irreversible nothingness.

The city touched by the light vanished, erased from the earth as if it had never existed.

Those shattered buildings, those crumbling towers, those collapsed streets, along with the foundations, soil, and rock beneath them—all vanished.

The mountains and rivers touched by the light also disappeared.

The mountains are like pencil lines erased by an eraser, fading away from the highest peaks to both sides; the rivers are like ink stains evaporated, drying up from their source.

The earth transformed into a smooth, unmarked gray-white plane, like a canvas that had been completely emptied.

The gods touched by the light—those beings awakened from antiquity, fragmented, insane, driven only by the instinct for destruction—didn't even have time to react.

A pale green light swept over their forms, and their existence was quickly peeled away like brushstrokes erased from a canvas.

The ancient god who had questioned the existence of Wan Su Dao Jun still had an incredulous expression on his face the moment he was swept by the light.

Then his face disappeared, his body disappeared, his divinity, his authority, and all traces of his existence vanished.

Above China, Yun Yi stood frozen in time, watching all of this.

He paused slightly.

The light, a blend of gilded and silvery brilliance, shimmered intensely in his eyes.

This is not the outcome he wanted.

He employed the Law of Life—a supreme law that transcends this world and was comprehended from the leaves of the World Tree.

Life is what sustains what exists.

He should have restored the destroyed cities, brought the dead back to life, and reborn this trampled land from the ashes.

Such miracles—the power to reverse time and reshape mountains and rivers—are what he wanted to show to the gods, the Dao Lord of Myriad Sustains.

But at this moment—he looked down at his hands.

The pale green light in my palm was still pulsating, gentle and warm, like a harmless heart.

But what it creates is destruction.

A complete, irreversible destruction, more thorough than that of the gods.

When gods destroy the world, they at least leave behind ruins, remains, and traces of their existence.

And he—left nothing behind.

Where the pale golden light swept across, it couldn't even be called "nothingness"—because "nothingness" is at least a concept, but there, nothing existed.

Yun Yi abruptly withdrew his hand.

The light in his palm suddenly went out.

His breathing quickened for a moment, his chest heaving violently, like a drowning person just pulled from deep water.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin and staining the collar of his moon-white robe, spreading out in a dark hue.

The cost of using power beyond this world was higher than he had anticipated, but what shocked him was not the cost itself, but the result.

Why?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind—Paradise once said, do not be deceived by the appearances of this world.

appearance.

What is appearance?

Those cities, those mountains, those rivers, those people who vanished in his light—were they fake?