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

Zhou Yan's deep purple longsword slashed in from the side, and where the blade passed, the space cracked like shattered mirror, with dense cracks spreading with the force of the blade.

He was much calmer than Wei Changsheng, but the light in his eyes was darker, deeper, and more dangerous.

Ji Wujiu stood at a distance, surrounded by golden flames, his gaze fixed on every crevice of Wan Su Daojun's figure like that of a hawk.

He said briefly, "You're on the front; I'll come around from the back."

The observer remained standing in place, his expression calm, yet the power surging from his body was no less formidable.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, and a ball of grayish-white light condensed in his palm—neither time nor life, but a more ancient and primordial existence.

That was clearly a fragment of some kind of law that transcended this world, but compared to Yun Yi's trace of the law of life, it was obviously much weaker, and his understanding of it was also shallower.

He looked at the ball of light and murmured to himself:

"I never thought I'd need it one day."

Yun Yi did not join the main battle.

He stood at the edge of the sky, gray and pale gold swirling between his palms, his gaze piercing through the billowing dust and landing on the face of Daoist Wan Su, which was almost identical to his own.

Wan Su Daojun was attacked by four people. His moon-white robes fluttered incessantly amidst the attacks of dark blue sword light, deep purple blade light, golden spear, and gray-white light, but he never retreated.

The power of time surrounded him, neutralizing attacks from all sides, and each collision exploded into a blinding light in the sky.

He was able to hold on because of his complete authority and solid foundation.

But his expression eventually changed—his brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze was no longer so calm, as if he were pondering something, or as if he were holding back something.

"You think you can win like this?"

His tone remained calm, but Yun Yi caught a very subtle, almost imperceptible tremor. "Your power didn't come from nowhere. If I really wanted to—"

He didn't finish speaking.

Because Yun Yi made a move.

The gray time power surged from Yun Yi's palm, not to attack, but to "accelerate"—accelerating Wei Changsheng's sword, accelerating Zhou Yan's knife, accelerating Ji Wujiu's spear, and accelerating the bombardment of that gray-white light, so that the four forces arrived at the same time the moment Wan Su Daojun's perception contracted.

Four forces simultaneously struck Wan Su Daojun, tearing his moon-white robe into four rips, from which golden blood seeped.

Wan Su Daojun took three steps back.

"you……"

He looked up at Yun Yi, and for the first time, a genuine expression appeared in his golden eyes.

He raised his hand, and the gray power of time surged towards the four of them like a tide, forcing them back hundreds of feet, before turning to Yun Yi.

"You are no match for me." His voice remained calm. "Even if you add them, you still can't defeat me in my entirety."

"So what?" Yun Yi asked calmly. "Then why didn't you make a move?"

Wan Su Dao Jun remained silent.

Yun Yi continued forward, his gaze piercing through the face that resembled his own, and seeing something deeper—deep within those eyes, there was a very faint, almost transparent barrier, like an invisible wall isolating him from the outside world.

"You can't bring yourself to do it," Yun Yi said softly. "Is it because you're afraid of me? No. It's because you're afraid that if you do, you'll destroy the world."

"Destroy this dream world. Why do you care about the survival of a dream world?"

"It's because of destiny, isn't it? This world is a cage that you built for destiny with your own hands."

"It is you who built this cage because you wanted to destroy destiny with your own hands."

Wan Su Daojun stared at Yun Yi, the gray power of time slowly flowing around him, the aftershocks of forcing back the four people had not yet dissipated.

The four torn wounds on his moon-white robe were still oozing golden blood, but they had not healed—because he had no mind to repair them.

His gaze lingered on Yun Yi's face for a long time, as if confirming something, before finally turning into a very soft sigh.

"This world has gone mad." His tone was calm, as if stating a fact unrelated to himself. "It has poured all its fortune and destiny into a god formed from the fantasies of all living beings."

"If it only ended there, I could still manage to clean up the mess."

"But this deity not only embodies all beautiful fantasies, but also the convergence of countless evil thoughts."

He looked at Yun Yi: "Do you know what people are hiding in their hearts?"

No one answered.

Wan Su Daojun continued, his voice still steady: "Everyone has a good side and an evil side."

"Some people appear kind on the surface, but harbor filthy thoughts in their hearts."

"Some people are polite to outsiders, but behind closed doors, they find their own thoughts disgusting."

"Those thoughts were suppressed and hidden, never spoken aloud, yet they truly existed."

"Just because they dare not do it doesn't mean they don't want to."

He looked up at the night sky: "And this world has gathered all those thoughts—plus people's yearning for beauty, their longing for power, their pursuit of eternity—and poured them all into a whole."

"A god formed from the collective imagination of all people."

"Good and evil are intertwined, light and darkness coexist, and holiness and defilement are one."

"It carries the hopes of all living beings, and also their malice."

"It is powerful, insane, and incomprehensible."

"Once it awakens, this world will be destroyed—not by anyone, but by its own distortion, tearing, and devouring."

"Before it truly took shape, I wove a false cage and imprisoned it within it."

Wan Su Dao Jun's voice finally rippled slightly, like a breeze across water, "Weaken it layer by layer with Nightmare Reincarnation."

"With each cycle, it absorbs a portion of the power and is then reset."

"With each reset, it weakens a little more."

"But it is also learning, growing, and becoming smarter."

He paused. "I did all this to protect the world—to protect the real world."

Even if the world has gone mad, I will still choose to protect it.

Wan Su Daojun's gaze fell on Yun Yi: "This is the truth."

The night wind swept in from the depths of the vast mountains, carrying the scent of ancient trees and the aftershocks of a distant battle.

Yun Yi stood at the edge of the sky, gray and gold shimmering in his palm. He listened to every word, then spoke:

"Are you done talking?"

Wan Su Daojun was slightly taken aback.

Without waiting for his response, Yun Yi raised his right hand, and the gray power of time and the pale gold law of life condensed simultaneously in his palm—more concentrated, brighter, and more intense than before.

He didn't want to hear any more explanations.

You're right.

"If it had been earlier, I might have believed it."

"But now, I won't believe anything you say."

The observer with the privileges added a timely comment, his tone laced with sarcasm, as if he were enjoying the spectacle:

"Old man, do you know we are extraterrestrial demons? You come here to lecture a bunch of extraterrestrial demons about 'protecting the world'?"

He shook his head, as if looking at a confused old man: "Have you slept too long and become confused, or do you think we care whether you live or die in this world?"

Wan Su Daojun looked at the boiling gray and gold in Yun Yi's palm and did not answer.

He knew that saying anything more would be pointless.