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

The power of time flowed around him, and the four cracks on his moon-white robe slowly healed, the golden blood stopped flowing, and the wounds were smoothed over as if by an invisible hand.

"In that case," he said, raising his hands.

The gray power of time surged forth from within him, no longer passively defending but actively attacking—like a gray blizzard pouring down from the end of the sky, sweeping towards Yun Yi and the four of them, carrying the power to tear everything apart.

Wei Changsheng was the first to greet them.

The azure sword light sliced ​​through the gray snow curtain, like a red-hot blade cleaving through black ice.

Where the sword passed, the gray power of time was cut in two and scattered to both sides.

"That's more like it!" His voice burst forth from the sword light, filled with the excitement of something that had been suppressed for too long.

Zhou Yan's deep purple longsword followed closely behind, slicing in from the other side, the blade drawing an arc and tearing a rift in the gray snow curtain.

He didn't say a word, but his actions spoke volumes.

Ji Wujiu appeared silently behind Wan Su Daojun, his blazing golden spear piercing through the void, aiming straight for his back.

Wan Su Daojun dodged the fatal blow by sidestepping, but the tip of the spear grazed his shoulder armor, adding another wound.

Before the golden blood could seep out, it was solidified by the power of time, without wasting a single drop.

The observer remained standing in place, a gray-white light pulsating in his palm, like a quiet heart.

"I'll save my energy for now," he muttered to himself, "I'll talk to you when you're tired of fighting."

Yun Yi made his move.

Instead of directly confronting Wan Su Dao Jun's power of time, he simultaneously infused gray and gold into the void beneath his feet—like seeds entering the soil, like roots taking deep root.

The Law of Life, that power that transcends even the slightest trace of this world, is eroding this realm.

Wherever the light touched, everything cracked, like ice patterns spreading across porcelain, spreading in all directions.

The sky is shattering, the earth is shattering, space is shattering, and even time itself is shattering.

Those cracks were as fine as hair, almost invisible to the naked eye, yet they continued to spread and expand, irreversibly shattering the entire dream world into fragments.

Wan Su Daojun's pupils constricted sharply. "You—"

"You guessed right." Yun Yi interrupted him, his voice soft yet each word clear and distinct, "I'm destroying your dream world."

"You're going to protect it? Then come and stop me."

The light, a blend of gray and pale gold, spread in all directions, and the cracks grew deeper and denser.

The entire sky resembled a giant mirror shattering, with countless tiny fragments swirling, peeling off, and dissipating at the edges.

The person with the authority burst into laughter: "Well done! That's more like what an extraterrestrial demon should do!"

Wei Changsheng didn't speak, but the madness in his eyes and the smile on his lips grew stronger.

The azure sword light slashed even more frantically towards Wan Su Daojun, each strike carrying the killing intent and pleasure accumulated over nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine reincarnations.

Zhou Yan's deep purple longsword slashed down from the side in succession, the blades becoming faster and denser, like a never-ending downpour.

Ji Wujiu's golden spear thrust out from behind, each strike precisely targeting the weak points in Wan Su Daojun's defense, forcing him to constantly change direction.

Wan Su Daojun was entangled.

He could block Wei Changsheng's sword, dodge Zhou Yan's knife, and defend against Ji Wujiu's spear—but he could only deal with one at a time.

What Yunyi is doing—tearing apart the entire dream world—requires him to be distracted and stop it.

He showed a real weakness for the first time.

Wei Changsheng's sword grazed his arm, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone.

Golden blood gushed out, more, faster, and more uncontrollably than before.

Wan Su Daojun took three steps back, his moon-white robe now soaked in blood.

He didn't look down at his wound, but instead gazed at Yun Yi—the gray and gold light was spreading in all directions from Yun Yi's feet, tearing the sky into countless fragments.

"You..." His voice finally cracked, "You really want to destroy all of this?"

"Your family is still in this world."

"Even though they were fake, were those feelings... fake too?"

"You really don't care at all?"

Yun Yi did not answer, but his movements became faster and faster.

The person with the authority answered for him: "Old man, don't you understand? We came here to plunder this world."

"Kill, collect points, and then leave—that's what the extraterrestrial demons do."

He raised his hand, and a grayish-white light danced in his palm, like a heart about to awaken.

"You're talking to us about protecting? Saving? The safety of this world? Do you think we'd listen?"

"What does it matter to us whether your world lives or dies?"

Wan Su Dao Jun remained silent.

He looked at the shattered sky, the collapsing earth, the vanished life, and the cracks spreading beneath Yun Yi's feet.

After a long while, he closed his eyes, then opened them again.

"Since you insist," his voice returned to calm, like the final stillness before a storm, "then let's begin."

The power of gray time surged forth from his body, thicker, brighter, and purer than before—like a long gray river erupting from the depths of the earth, sweeping out in all directions.

Wherever the river flows, the cracks torn by the clouds are filled, fixed, and solidified.

The battle erupted completely at this moment.

The gray power of time intertwined and collided with the azure sword light, the deep purple blade light, the golden spear, and the gray-white light orb in the sky. Each explosion tore open a dark rift in the void, from which a wind that did not belong to this world surged forth, icy cold and carrying an aura that made one's soul tremble.

Wei Changsheng fought the most fiercely.

His sword has no set moves; he slashes purely out of instinct and combat intuition honed through over nine thousand cycles of hammering.

The azure sword light rained down on Wan Su Daojun, each strike blocked by the gray power of time, yet each strike left new cracks on that barrier.

Zhou Yan's blade remained still.

He was like a precisely operating machine, each strike aimed precisely at the gaps in Wan Su Dao Jun's defense, and each retraction of the blade was a readjustment of angle and force.

The blade moved faster and more accurately, like a repeatedly honed blade, its sharpness so intense that one dared not look directly at it.

Ji Wujiu continued to attack from behind, his golden spear drawing pale golden arcs in the night. Each strike carried the power of two powers—his original clone power plus the foundation accumulated from the previous nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine reincarnations returned by Yun Yi.

The spear thrusts grew heavier and heavier, each strike causing Wan Su Dao Jun's back to sink slightly.

The person with the authority finally made a move.

The gray-white light in his palm had been gathering power for a long time, and when he made his first move, it was not aimed at Wan Su Daojun, but rather at the earth beneath his feet that was being torn apart by Yun Yi.

The gray-white light net covered the cracks that Yun Yi had eroded, temporarily sealing them off. This was not to stop Yun Yi, but to allow the cracks to deepen and spread faster in areas that Wan Su Dao Jun could not repair in time.

"Who the hell are you helping?" Wei Changsheng roared, but his sword didn't stop.

"I'll help whoever I want," the authorized person replied, "as long as this war can last longer."

When Wan Su Daojun was besieged by four people, the defense formed by the power of time became increasingly thin, like a net that was being repeatedly stretched. With each hit, it became thinner, more transparent, and closer to breaking.

Another tear appeared in the moon-white robe, and golden blood seeped out, soaking the hem.

He didn't look down; his gaze remained fixed on Yun Yi—the boy standing at the edge of the sky, gray and gold dancing alternately in his palm, tearing the entire world to pieces.

"Even if you defeat me," Wan Su Daojun's voice came from the end of the sky, still calm but with a hint of hoarseness, "you still can't defeat the real me."

"I am now just a projection, a phantom created by this dream world to maintain balance."

"If you defeat me, you will face the real me."

His voice paused, and gray time energy swirled around him, once again deflecting Wei Changsheng's sword. "It's not too late to leave now."

Wei Changsheng laughed, a dark blue sword light bursting forth from his laughter: "In time? I've waited nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine reincarnations for this chance to fight a good, satisfying battle, and now you want me to leave?"

Zhou Yan remained silent, but his deep purple longsword slashed even more fiercely.

Ji Wujiu's golden spear thrust in from behind, leaving no room for maneuver.