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

The gods who were fighting, destroying, and ravaging disappeared one by one as the gray power of time swept over them.

Some were raising their weapons, ready to attack; some were spreading their arms, wielding their authority; some were turning their heads to look in Yun Yi's direction—all of them stopped at the same moment, and then began to disappear.

They didn't even have time to feel fear.

Because fear is also an experience along the timeline.

When the timeline is erased, even fear disappears.

Over Southeast Asia.

Wei Changsheng stood on the top of a flattened mountain.

His entire body was covered in wounds.

Blood streamed down his forehead, obscuring his left eye.

The dark blue longsword in his right hand was broken in two, with only the hilt still in his hand.

His chest heaved violently, each breath carrying the stench of blood.

But the eyes are bright—the kind of bright light that burns to the extreme, about to go out but still burning.

He watched as the gods disappeared one by one.

The gray power of time surged in like a tide from the ends of the sky, leaving nothing but barren land in its wake.

His gaze followed the direction of the gray tide and he saw the figure standing at the edge of the sky.

He recognized the figure—a boy dressed in black pajamas, barefoot, standing in the void.

He felt that the person was extraordinary from the very first movie he acted in.

That colleague he had once considered testing the waters with.

But I didn't do it because I thought it was too much trouble.

Standing at the edge of the sky, he used the authority of the Myriad Dao Lord to wipe away the gods he could not defeat even with his life on the line, as if wiping away dust.

His expression changed from burning to blank, from blank to silent, and from silent to a bitter smile.

"Although I know that the amusement park usually doesn't care about the differences between reincarnators and just throws them in when it's full... I didn't expect it to be this outrageous this time."

Although he had always been the one who was outrageous, this time he witnessed someone even more outrageous than himself, and a bitter smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

South China Sea waters.

Zhou Yan stood on a floating plank, his body covered in frostbite.

The short knife in his hand was already chipped, with more than a dozen cracks embedded in the blade, and it could shatter at any moment.

But his hand remained firmly gripping the hilt of the sword, because the ice god opposite him had not yet disappeared.

He waited a few breaths.

When the god of ice and snow was finally swept over by the gray power of time, his body began to become transparent.

Zhou Yan withdrew his gaze, looked down at his dulled dagger, remained silent for a moment, and then gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"...What a waste of time."

Ji Wujiu crawled out from a pile of rubble, his body covered in wounds.

His left hand was bent at an abnormal angle, and the pale gold spear in his right hand was so dim that it was almost invisible.

He sat on the pile of rubble, watching the gods in the sky disappear one by one. His expression changed from shock to understanding, from understanding to numbness, and from numbness to a kind of helpless "I knew this would happen."

"...I was just preparing to die, and you just tell me I don't have to die."

He shook his head. "Fine, at least I won't die."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "But next time, could you start earlier?"

Above the vast and desolate mountains.

A silvery-white orb of light from Tai Cang floated in the night sky.

The golden-red Tian Dou and the silver-gray Tian Mu had withdrawn most of their power, and the color of the light orb was brighter than before.

The gods who are destroying the world—those broken, insane bodies that, like them, have awakened from ancient times—are disappearing one by one, erased from the timeline by the gray power of time.

The silver light of the sky gazed at the figure standing at the end of the heavens and remained silent for a long time.

Then he spoke, his voice low and hoarse: "The Demon from Beyond the Heavens."

The golden-red light cluster around the Heavenly Dou flickered: "What?"

"A demon from beyond the heavens." Taicang repeated again, "He is not Daoist Wansu, he is a demon from beyond the heavens."

Tian Dou's blinking frequency increased: "Impossible. His authority is real, his power is real, he—"

"His authority is real," Tai Cang interrupted him. "His power is real too."

"But he is not Daojun Wansu—because you've always known about Daojun Wansu, haven't you? She hasn't made a move."

Tian Dou fell silent.

Tianmu's silver-gray light drifted between them: "Then how did he obtain the authority of the Myriad Tracing Dao Lord? Did he replicate his authority through the faith of all living beings, just like before?"

"It's one thing if he can copy us, but that's Lord Wan Su Dao, how could he possibly—"

"have no idea."

The silver light cluster in the sky dimmed for a moment.

Tian Dou remained silent.

Three beams of light slowly swirled at the edge of the sky, like three closely spaced stars watching over each other in the boundless darkness.

At the edge of the sky, the last god disappeared.

The gray power of time began to recede, slowly retreating from the edge of the sky back into Yun Yi's palm.

Everything that had been frozen, paused, and solidified began to flow again—the city began to breathe again, the ocean began to surge again, and the sky began to change again.

Sunlight peeked through the gaps in the clouds, shining on the saved earth and on the lives that were still alive.

Yun Yi stood at the edge of the sky, looking down at the earth beneath his feet, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he turned and walked towards China.

With one step, his figure disappeared into the sky.

Above the vast and desolate mountains.

The silvery-white light of Tai Cang suddenly flickered.

"He's here."

The golden-red light cluster around the Heavenly Dou suddenly tensed: "Who?"

"The Demon from Beyond the Heavens".

The three beams of light turned in the same direction at the same time.

There was nothing in that direction.

There was only boundless darkness and endless void.

But their senses told them that something was approaching.

Soon, very soon.

The next second, a figure emerged from the void.

Black loungewear.

barefoot.

Her hair was ruffled by the night wind.

His face was pale, and there were still traces of blood at the corners of his mouth.

He looked ordinary, young, and tired.

But Taicang knew he was no ordinary man.

Because his senses couldn't penetrate that thin layer of skin.

The figure stood there, emanating no light, no authority, and no power—like an ordinary boy.

But his very existence made Tai Cang tremble slightly.

His senses told him that the person standing before him was not a person—it was a god.

A complete, lucid God with full authority.

The silver light from Tai Cang dimmed for a moment: "You've come."

Yun Yi looked at the three beams of light—the silver-white Tai Cang, the golden-red Tian Dou, and the silver-gray Tian Mu—these three ancient gods, who had awakened before the seal was broken, were now hovering in front of him. The light orbs were dim and their power was weak, like three lamps about to go out.

He looked at it for a long time, and then spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the night sky: "You recognized me."

Tai Cang remained silent for a moment: "You are a demon from beyond the heavens."

"Since you've already made your move, why did you let us go?" Tian Dou's voice came from the golden-red light. "Those awakened gods are our kind."

"Even if you let us go now, we will eventually carry out our mission to destroy the world."

"You're not going to kill us?"