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

He raised his hand, and a pale golden light surged forth in all directions like a burst dam—surging towards everything that was fighting, coming, and destroying.

Wherever the light passed, the Starry Sky Races burned to ashes like paper; the pillar of light that Wan Su Dao Jun had smoothed out shattered again; the repaired earth collapsed once more—this time it was not destruction, but "correction".

In this false world, the law of life is the most deadly weapon.

It allows the real to survive and eliminates the false in the most intense and irreversible way.

Wan Su Daojun's gaze suddenly changed.

"Are you crazy?"

He raised his hand, and gray time power surged from his palm, attempting to block the pale golden light.

The two forces collided in mid-air with a deafening roar, and the shockwaves made the whole world cry out in agony.

The earth trembled, the ocean surged, and the sky cracked.

Wan Su Dao Jun's strength far exceeded Yun Yi's expectations—even though it was just a projection, even though it wasn't his complete form, his authority was still intact, his power was still profound, and his time law could still suppress Yun Yi's life law.

The gray power of time, like a giant net, enveloped, compressed, and dissolved the pale golden light layer by layer.

"You are no match for me." Wan Su Daojun's voice came from the center of the confrontation, still calm. "Although your life law surpasses this world, it is only 'a trace' of it, which is far too little."

"My laws of time may not be as powerful as yours, but I am complete, while you are only a trace of them."

He was telling the truth.

Yun Yi could feel his life laws being suppressed, the pale golden light being enveloped, compressed, and gradually dissolved by the gray time.

His arms were trembling, and his magical power was rapidly draining away. If this continued, he wouldn't be able to hold on.

But he did not back down.

He laughed too, a laugh that held a crazy, reckless determination.

He raised his left hand.

It wasn't to bless the laws of life, but to do something else—

reverse.

The timelines of Wei Changsheng, Zhou Yan, Ji Wujiu, and the privileged individual still watching the show from within the crack—all four of them lit up simultaneously in his palm.

Yun Yi cannot regain his memories and strength from before he lived in this world.

But he can find someone else's.

Since I can't get it back myself, I'll let someone else get it back.

The gray power of time split into four strands, entangling the four people.

Wei Changsheng was fighting a bloody battle on the island reef, covered in wounds, but the moment the power of time entangled him, he suddenly trembled, and a dark blue light burst forth from his body, brighter, denser, and purer than before.

His aura surged from the early stages of his tribulation, and he was crossing a major realm every second.

His expression changed from a frenzied fighting spirit to an extremely complex look, as if he were experiencing something profound.

He saw the cycle of the past, saw himself fighting in countless worlds, and saw the forgotten, buried, and sealed memories and powers.

They are returning, merging, and transforming him back into his former self.

Zhou Yan is going through the same process.

A deep purple spiritual energy vortex surged from his body, increasing tenfold. Within the vortex, countless tiny runes could be vaguely seen flowing, like an ancient book being turned over.

Its momentum is also rising wildly, leaping across a major realm every second.

Ji Wujiu's increase was the most dramatic.

The pale gold spear vanished from his hand, replaced by a burst of blazing golden light, containing the memories of countless clones—those that had been collected, destroyed, forgotten, or hidden throughout the world—all returning at this moment.

His momentum surged all the way from the tribulation, and then stopped—not because it reached its peak, but because his potential itself had no upper limit.

The one with the highest authority who was watching the show was the calmest. He just stood there, his expression changing from indifference to slight surprise, as if he hadn't expected Yun Yi to return the strength he had gained from the previous reincarnations to him.

Its aura was also surging rapidly, at an astonishing speed.

Wan Su Daojun frowned slightly as he watched this scene, but did not make a move.

His power of time still suppressed Yun Yi's laws of life.

But Yun Yi smiled.

Because at that moment, the aura of those four people simultaneously surged to its peak—reaching their prime, or even higher.

Wei Changsheng opened his eyes, his deep blue pupils reflecting the memories of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine reincarnations.

He looked down at his hands, clenched his fist, and a slow smile curved his lips.

"Hehehe—"

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine reincarnations, damn it!"

"I've never reincarnated this many times even in the Paradise of Reincarnation, yet I've reincarnated so many times in this broken world."

His tone was calm, but the moment he clenched his fist, a violent force poured out like a torrent.

Finally, he raised his eyes and looked at the golden figure in the air—Wan Su Dao Jun.

Zhou Yan opened his eyes, and a deep purple vortex slowly rotated in his palm, becoming even more profound, like a miniature black hole breathing.

He glanced at the chipped dagger in his hand, then gently squeezed it, shattering it into dust.

Then, raising his hand, a long sword made of pure spiritual energy appeared in his palm, its blade gleaming with a deep purple cold light, its sharpness more than a level above what it had been before.

Ji Wujiu opened his eyes, and a blazing golden light surrounded him, like a small sun dancing within his body.

He looked down at his hands, feeling the surging power, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

"Yunyi, thank you."

Finally, there was the privileged person who had been watching the show. He opened his eyes, looked at himself, then at Yun Yi, and scratched his head:

"Huh? There's one for me too? Oh well, thanks anyway."

Yun Yi withdrew his hand and looked at the four people—they were no longer the young privileged individuals suppressed by this world.

They are beings who have experienced countless reincarnations and stand at the pinnacle of this world; each one is enough to make this world tremble.

Yun Yi turned to look at Wan Su Daojun, the smile on his lips not fading, but becoming even more genuine.

"You're right, I'm no match for you."

He stepped forward, his bare feet treading on the void.

"But what about when we add them all up?"

Wan Su Daojun shook his head, no longer looking at him, and shifted his gaze to the four people.

"I know you come from the Paradise of Reincarnation."

"The most direct way to earn points is to severely damage the Heavenly Dao and kill the Heavenly Mandate."

"I can give you both of these, and I can even help you finish them faster."

"It should be more appealing than being my enemy."

Wei Changsheng picked at his ear, grinned, and his smile was so arrogant it seemed to tear through the night.

"Old man, stop talking nonsense."

"I'll kill you, and then I'll do everything I was supposed to do, is that not allowed?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already moved.

A dark blue sword light exploded from his body, not slashing at Wan Su Daojun, but instead striking the ground beneath his feet, which had been solidified by the power of time.

Where the sword fell, the entire continent split open, revealing a bottomless chasm. Eerie blue flames ignited at the edge of the chasm, within which countless afterimages of worlds surged, like shattered mirrors piecing together an epitaph of reincarnation.

"That's more like it!" Wei Changsheng's maniacal laughter erupted from the depths of the sword light, carrying the excitement honed through nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine cycles of reincarnation. "Fighting against an opponent like this is what real fighting is!"