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

Yun Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.

If this world is fake—those cities, those mountains, those humans, those lives that vanished in his light without even a chance to scream—if they were never real from the beginning—then the effects of the Law of Life make sense.

Life can only affect real existence.

For what truly exists, it can heal the broken and bring the dead back to life.

But it will only erase false existences.

Because a false existence should not exist in the first place.

The laws of life are "correcting" this world.

Eliminating things that shouldn't exist.

Like a doctor removing a tumor, like a gardener pulling out weeds.

And those cities, mountains, and people that disappeared in his light—they were all tumors, weeds, things that should not exist.

But if they're all fake, what about him? What about his family?

His parents.

His sister.

Yun Jin, Yun Yao, Yun Jingran, Shen Ruoqing—are they real or fake?

Something seemed to explode in Yun Yi's mind.

He no longer looked at the gods, nor did he pay attention to the incredulous gazes frozen in mid-air.

His figure disappeared from the sky.

Time, frozen in time, began to flow again, like a frozen river finally thawing.

Huaguo, a coastal city in the south.

The rooftop of the Yun family villa.

Yun Yi descended from the sky, landing barefoot on the concrete ground of the rooftop.

The moon-white divine robes had been removed, replaced by black loungewear, with traces of blood still remaining on the collar.

Her hair returned to black from platinum blonde, falling messily across her forehead.

Yun Yao was still sitting on the edge of the rooftop.

I braced my hands on the railing, watching the pillars of light in the distance begin to move again.

Hearing the noise behind her, she turned around and saw Yun Yi standing on the rooftop, his face pale and blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother? What are you doing—"

She didn't finish her sentence.

Because Yun Yi had already come over and taken her hand.

The movements were so fast that Yun Yao didn't have time to react.

His fingers gripped her wrist, and a faint golden light shone in his palm—very small and weak, like a flame that could be extinguished at any moment.

That is the law of life.

A trace of pure life force, so faint it could not even kill an ant, almost negligible.

He wanted to use it to sense whether Yun Yao's body was real or fake.

The moment the light touched the back of Yun Yao's hand, her expression changed.

"ah--!"

She abruptly pulled her hand back, her body slamming backward against the rooftop railing with a dull thud.

She looked down at the back of her hand, her pupils suddenly contracting.

The small patch of skin touched by the pale golden light disappeared.

It's like that piece of skin never existed in the first place.

The skin on the back of his hand was perfectly intact around that small gap, with edges as smooth as precisely cut glass.

There was no blood.

There are no wounds.

There is no sign of healing.

It was simply lost.

It's like a painting with a small part erased.

It cannot be restored.

Yun Yao looked up at Yun Yi.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Little brother... what is this?"

Yun Yi did not answer.

He just stared at the small patch of missing skin on the back of her hand.

Look at those smooth, cut-like edges.

Looking at the part that will never grow back, that has completely disappeared.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

The rooftop fell silent.

The night breeze came from the sea, blowing Yun Yao's hair and skirt, and Yun Yi's messy black hair.

The distant beams of light were still flashing in the night sky—the light of battle was still exploding, and even after Yun Yi left, the gods' instinct for destruction still drove them to start fighting again.

But it was very quiet on the rooftop.

It was as quiet as another world.

After a long silence, Yun Yi spoke:

"Second sister, I'm sorry, I was too hasty."

Seeing her younger brother like this, Yun Yao, though unaware of what had happened, still comforted him:

"It's nothing. Little brother, what happened?"

Yun Yi looked at her comforting expression, sighed, and shook his head.

"It's nothing. Sister, could you go out for a moment? I have something I want to talk to Yunxi about."

Yunxi is the name of destiny.

Because fate has remained silent all these years, her parents took it upon themselves to give her this name.

Although Yun Yao didn't know what had happened, she still turned back and said something before leaving:

"Little brother, although I don't know what happened, you can still tell us what's wrong."

"Don't bear this alone, we're all family."

Yun Yao is gone.

Yun Yi remained even more silent.

The girl walked over from the other side of the fence.

Barefoot on the concrete floor of the rooftop, the hem of her floral dress fluttered in the wind.

Yun Yi looked at her, remained silent for a long time, and finally spoke:

"You knew all along."

The girl tilted her head slightly.

He neither nodded nor shook his head.

The curve of her lips widened slightly.

"...This world is fake."

Yun Yi's voice remained soft, as if confirming something he already knew the answer to.

"Those cities, those mountains, those people—they're all fake."

"My family is fake too."

The girl still did not answer.

Yun Yi no longer cared whether she answered or not.

Because he had already figured something out.

So he looked at the girl again: "So, how many times have we met?"

This time, the girl finally made a move—she raised her fingers and started counting, but the more she counted, the more confused she became. She tilted her head and finally shook it.

Yun Yi did not press the matter further.

He has figured some things out.

If the story of the Paradise of Reincarnation is true, then another thing—that destiny is about the same age as them—should also be true.

However, according to the method of checking age, the person in question is only three years old.

This is simply impossible.

The false world has become clear, so the matter of age must be true.

Since they are not in the same age group now, they must have been in the same age group before.

As for when that was, Yun Yi didn't care anymore.

What needs to be done now is to cleanse all these gods who are trying to destroy the world.

Even though he left, the divine power and authority of Wan Su Dao Jun did not cease to operate.

Although the result was different from what he expected, the effect was the same.

Although it still falls short of the power of the mythical Wan Su Dao Jun, who could create and destroy the universe with a single thought and reduce it to zero with another.

But erasing these gods is not a problem.

Yun Yi no longer hesitated.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the deepest luminous pearl shone once more.

This time, he did not suppress, hold back, or have any scruples—he released all of Wan Su Dao Jun's authority, regardless of the cost or consequences.

A gray light emanated from his palm.

It was no longer the soft, misty light of before, but a sharp, piercing light, like a blade.

The light spread in all directions.

Time stood still wherever they went.

The gods who were fighting, the pillars of light that were moving, the earth that was collapsing, the waves that were surging—everything stopped in place, as if a pause button had been pressed.

The gods' faces were frozen in various expressions—roaring, terrified, desperate, and insane.

All the expressions were frozen in place, like a series of oil paintings frozen in time.

Yun Yi walked across the sky.

The gray power of time left a long trail behind it, like the tail of a comet.

He didn't aim deliberately, because there was no need to aim—the authority of Wan Su Dao Jun didn't need to be aimed.

When he decides to make something disappear, that thing is erased from the timeline.

His gaze fell upon a deity.

It was an ancient being covered in crimson magma, raising its warhammer to smash the city beneath its feet.

Yun Yi glanced at him.

Gray time power surged from his eyes, wrapping around the god's body like invisible tentacles.

His body began to become transparent—starting from the edges, gradually merging into the air, like a piece of melting ice.

He was erased from the timeline.