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

Yun Yi remained silent for a moment.

"because--"

He suddenly stopped.

Because it was only at this moment that he realized he couldn't answer the question.

Why should he care?

It's already been confirmed that this world is fake.

Those cities, mountains, ordinary people, his family, sister, parents—they were all fake.

But he always cared.

He protected it, saved it, and did everything in his power for it—why?

Is it because there's something worth protecting inside?

Have.

His family.

But they are fake.

These faces do not exist in this world; they are merely illusions created by dreams.

What about his feelings?

Is it fake too?

He remembered Yun Jin—the older sister who would squat by the crib and chatter on about funny things at school.

He thought of Yun Yao—the second sister who secretly sneaked into his bed, hugged him while sleeping, buried her face in his neck and muttered, "Little brother is so soft."

I thought of Yun Jingran—a businessman who was once only interested in profit, but later became the director of the National Security Bureau. His temples were gray and wrinkles were around his eyes, but his eyes always shone brightly.

I thought of Shen Ruoqing—the mother who held him in the delivery room, laughing with tears streaming down her face, saying, "You look just like your mother."

Are they fake?

Yun Yi's lips slowly curved into a smile.

The smile was extremely faint, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, gradually blurring as it spread.

But it was a smile—not a bitter smile, not a self-deprecating smile, but a quiet, relieved feeling after thinking things through.

He raised his head, looked at the indifferent authority holder, and spoke.

"You're right, I care."

For the first time, a slight ripple appeared on the face of the person with authority, like water being brushed by the wind.

"and then?"

"What's the use of you caring? Can you turn a fake person into a real one?"

"In the end, this is nothing but a dream world."

Even if you are better than the dreamer, can you make it come true? The dreamer himself may not even be able to do it.

"Can you make the people in your dreams break free from your will and become truly independent individuals?"

Yun Yi didn't say anything more, he just looked at the other person.

"You seem to know quite a lot."

The person with the access privileges gave an awkward laugh.

But Yunyi had already figured it out.

He didn't know if the other person meant it or not, but these words did indeed open the door that had been blocked in his mind.

After thinking it through, he reached out his hand.

It doesn't extend towards the rift, nor towards the star races, nor towards any battlefield.

He was reaching out to the past—to the depths of the timeline, to the moment before this world had even been set foot in it.

Wan Su Dao Jun's authority throbbed in his palm, and the gray power of time surged upstream like a river flowing against the current.

He wants to reverse time and return to the world's original state, to the moment before those false cities, mountains, and life were created.

He wanted to see what was hidden beneath the facade.

We also need to find out who the person behind it all is.

The moment the power of time touched the timeline, the entire dream began to tremble violently.

The earth, shrouded in the laws, became blurred, and the sky faded from dark red to pale white. The gods and star races who were engaged in fierce battle began to lose their footing, like a painting soaked in water, their colors fading.

But those places touched by the laws of life remained completely unmoved.

Coastal cities washed away by giant waves, northern villages buried by blizzards, volcanic islands swallowed by lava, and ancient cities in the western desert swallowed by quicksand.

The small patch of missing skin on the back of Yun Yao's hand remained untouched.

They are like patches on a canvas, nailed there, untouched by time, unerased by the world, forever embedded.

Yun Yi watched this scene without stopping.

He cannot reverse those places that have been touched by the laws of life—they have come into contact with laws beyond this world, the falsehood covered by "truth," and have been frozen in time.

He can only reverse those things that haven't been touched yet, those false cities and mountains, those things that haven't been "corrected".

The gray river surged ever faster, the dream was collapsing at an accelerated pace, the false city vanished from the timeline, the false mountains and rivers shattered into smoke, and the false life evaporated like morning dew.

Just then, a sigh came from the depths of the spatial rift that stretched across the sky.

It is not large, yet it is as clear as a drop of water falling into a lake in the frozen moment of time.

Ripples spread out, gently brushing against the gray power of time, as if the rushing river had been held back by a hand.

Yun Yi looked up.

From the depths of the crevice, a person emerged.

He wore a moon-white robe, had long platinum hair that reached his waist, and a handsome face—seven parts similar to Yun Yi at this moment, but more mature and composed, like an ancient tree that had weathered many storms and finally reached its full potential.

He walked barefoot in the void, each step creating a faint golden ripple, and time returned to normal wherever the ripples passed.

The frozen star races resumed their actions, the solidified battle shattered once more, and the paused destruction swept across the land again.

But the pillars of light he touched instantly extinguished, the attacks of the Starry Sky Races were neutralized upon contact, and the collapsed earth was restored upon contact.

The true Lord Wansu Dao.

Yun Yi looked at him, the gray power of time surging in his palm, but he did not make a move.

He was waiting for the other person to speak first.

Wan Su Daojun stopped ten steps away from Yun Yi, his golden eyes looking at him for a long time before he spoke, his voice clear and melodious like a mountain stream.

"The Demon from Beyond the Heavens".

There was no enmity or hatred, no killing or defense, only a calm statement.

"I don't want to fight you."

"You can leave whenever you want."

"I can open the exit."

"You can kill Destiny if you want; if you do, you can complete your return."

"I can even help you leave faster."

"As long as you—leave."

The voice was so gentle, like telling a lost child the way to the exit.

Yun Yi listened to every single word.

Then he laughed.

There was no real joy in his smile, only the boiling excitement of someone who had been suppressing their emotions for so long finally finding an outlet.

"You're letting me go?" the voice said softly. "What right do you have to let me go?"

"Why should I follow your rules?"

Wan Su Daojun did not answer, but just looked at him.

His eyes were like those of someone looking at a disobedient child, filled with helplessness and worry, but without any murderous intent.

"You know what?" Yun Yi's voice rose, "What I hate most is this feeling of not knowing anything."

"This world is a dream, I am an extraterrestrial demon, my family is fictional, my enemies are fictional—I've had enough."

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment? Waiting for someone who can give me an answer, waiting for someone I can fight with, waiting for someone I can let out all the frustration, resentment, and frustration in my head."

"Now you've arrived."

He raised his right hand, palm up, a pale golden light dancing around him—not the gentle morning light of Wan Su Dao Jun, but a blazing, sharp light, like a red-hot blade piercing through ice.

The Law of Life—a law that transcends even the slightest aspect of this world—pulses in my palm.

This time, there are no more constraints.

Heaven has let go.

Yun Yi didn't know why, nor did he care.

He didn't even care why the one in front of him was the real Wan Su Dao Jun, while the destiny that had always been considered "fake" was asleep.

He just wanted to vent.

All I want is to have a good, satisfying fight and tear all my troubles to shreds in my fists.