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

Each one carries destructive power—but not the kind of wild, uncontrolled, purely instinctive power; rather, it is calm, organized, meticulously calculated, and prepared over a long period.

The Star Race has arrived.

Yun Yi stood in mid-air, looking up at the crack that stretched across the sky. Gray time power surged in his palm, but he did not move.

He is perceiving.

The aromas were too numerous, too dense, and too mixed, like a pot of boiling porridge, with all sorts of colors, flavors, and textures mingled together, making it impossible to distinguish one from another.

But there was one he recognized.

Passing through the rift, past the descending star races, his gaze fell upon that aura.

Then he recognized the person.

Years ago, we bombed him with nuclear weapons. Before bombing him, we had been secretly observing him for a long time. After the observation, we directly used the nuclear weapons of an entire country to test his strength.

That person with the authority.

He disappeared after that nuclear test.

Yunyi never found him again.

Unexpectedly, he went to the depths of space, found the interstellar races that were approaching the Blue Star, joined them, gained their trust, and then used technology to accelerate the opening of a passage that would have taken several years to complete.

He wasn't the only one.

A new aura shone from the depths of the rift—the second authority user, whom Yun Yi had never seen before, a complete stranger, but also one of the six from that group.

How did they recognize him? The other party wasn't cultivating the system of this world, but a completely unfamiliar one.

Such a being could only exist with the authority to grant it such power.

Moreover, Yun Yi could sense that person's gaze, which was different from other privilege holders—he didn't care whether the world was destroyed or not, didn't care what the interstellar races would do after they arrived, and didn't care about anyone.

He just felt that the world was too quiet, too peaceful, and too boring.

He wanted to make the world "lively," regardless of the cost.

Yun Yi gazed at the crack, at the star races pouring in, and at the two powerful beings hidden deep within.

The gray power of time surged in his palm.

But before he could make a move...

Someone is faster than him.

Three beams of light shot out from his side—silver-white, gold-red, and silver-gray—as fast as three bolts of lightning, heading straight for the crack.

It was Tai Cang and the others.

They no longer remember who they are.

But the hatred etched into his soul, a hatred that even death could not wash away, overwhelmed the will to destroy the world the moment the other arrived.

Taicang was the first to collide with the first wave of star races emerging from the edge of the rift.

A silvery-white light exploded in the dark red sky, like a firework blooming in the night.

He used no authority, no divine power, no skill—only his broken body, almost consumed by destructive instincts, to crash directly into the enemy ranks.

With a horizontal slash, the three star races were cut in half at the waist, their divine blood scattering across the sky.

The silver armor was soaked in dark red blood, not mortal blood, but divine blood, the blood of a star god carrying curses and destructive power.

But it didn't work.

More interstellar races poured out of the rift, like a flood bursting its banks, engulfing him.

But there was no fear in his eyes; instead, there was a kind of unleashed, boundless hatred.

Tian Dou attacked from the flank, his twin halberds like two rotating moons, each swing unleashing a shower of blood.

His golden armor shattered, his red robe torn, and he had more than a dozen deep, bone-revealing wounds all over his body, but he didn't stop.

His eyes were red with anger and hatred—a hatred that would never end.

The Heavenly Mother descended from above, her silvery-gray light like a giant mountain suppressing the emerging star races beneath it.

His white hair was disheveled, and the stars on his robe went out one by one. Each extinguishing star meant the permanent loss of a portion of his power.

"traitor!"

Tai Cang's roar came from the end of the sky, hoarse and frantic, as the hatred that had been suppressed for countless years finally found an outlet.

"You traitors!"

One of the Starry Sky races turned around.

It was a colossal entity, composed of countless tentacles and eyes, beyond description in words.

He gazed at the vast sky, and a thousand eyes blinked simultaneously, emitting a low, slow sound, like the turning of a rusty iron gate:

"Taicang...you're not dead yet?"

Tai Cang did not answer, but his halberd had already cleaved down.

Yun Yi stood in mid-air, watching the three beams of light fighting at the edge of the crack, and the hatred in their eyes that even reincarnation could not wash away.

He didn't know why they hated him; he only knew that their hatred was so real, so profound, and so reckless.

The crack was vibrating—not naturally, but from the impact of those three beams of light.

With each collision, the rift widens, more interstellar races pour in, and the situation of Taicang, Tiandou, and Tianmu becomes even more dangerous.

But they didn't stop.

They even got closer the more they killed.

Yun Yi raised his right hand, and gray time power surged in his palm.

He moved.

At the moment of his attack, he did not choose to target the star races that were emerging from the rift.

From the very beginning, there has only been one goal—the strongest aura deep within the rift.

That aura was hidden deep within all the star races, concealed extremely well.

If he didn't possess the time authority of the Myriad Tracing Dao Lord, which allows him to trace the origin of every aura along the timeline, he wouldn't even have noticed the core hidden behind layers of flesh and energy.

He reached out, traversing hundreds of kilometers of space, passing through the bodies and energies of the descending star races, and through the dark red flames at the edge of the rift, directly targeting that aura.

Then pull it back.

The owner of that aura didn't even have time to react before being dragged out from the depths of the rift—passing through layers of star races, through the edge of dark red flames, through the bursting light and explosions, and landing in front of Yun Yi.

It was a colossal entity.

It was larger than any god Yun Yi had ever seen, its body covered in dark gold scales, each scale engraved with dense runes, like an ancient book bound with skin.

Its head resembled both a dragon and a snake, with three curved horns pointing straight to the sky, their tips gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light.

Three pairs of dark gold wings unfold from its back, each wing being pieced together from countless tiny bones, resembling an extremely precise biomechanical machine.

His eyes were dark red, with vertical pupils like a snake.

Yun Yi looked at him.

The colossal creature, towering tens of thousands of feet tall, was easily dragged out by him. It now hovered in mid-air, its scales all bursting open, its three pairs of wings flapping wildly, yet it could not break free from that unseen force.

Because what held him was not his hand, but time itself—the authority of Wan Su Dao Jun had completely frozen the area of ​​time in which he was, fixing it there like an insect encased in resin.

Yun Yi approached, stepping barefoot into the void.

He looked up at the colossal being, millions of times larger than himself, and said calmly:

"Who are you?"

The enormous being did not answer, its dark red eyes fixed on him, its vertical pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

"You are... Lord Wan Su Dao?"

His voice was hoarse and dry, carrying an undisguised, deep-seated fear.

"Impossible... Daoist Wan Su should still be asleep... He should still be having nightmares... He couldn't possibly wake up..."